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town.
Sanchio:
I have heard so.
Alonzo:
If she convert it now to pious uses, And bid poor Gentlemen welcome.
Sanchio:
When comes she to it?
Alonzo:
Within these two days, she is in the Country yet, And keeps the noblest House.
Sanchio:
Then there's some hope of her, Wilt thou go my way?
Alonzo:
No, no, I must leave you, And repair to an old Gentlewoman That has credit with her, that can speak a good word.
Sanchio:
Send thee good fortune, but make thy Body sound first.
Alonzo:
I am a Souldier, And too sound a Body becomes me not; Farewel, Sanchio.
[Exeunt.
[Enter a Servant of Michael Perez.]
Servant:
'Tis this or that house, or I have lost my aim, They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast,
[Enter Estifania.]
And hereabouts I lost her; stay, that's she, 'Tis very she,--she makes me a low court'sie, Let me note the place, the street I well remember.
[Exit.
She is in again, certain some noble Lady. How happy should I be if she love my master: 176] A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings, And I shall sleep now like an Emperour, And eat abundantly: I thank my fortune, I'll back with speed, and bring him happy tidings.
[Exit.
[Enter three old Ladies.]
1 Lady:
What should it mean, that in such haste We are sent for?
2 Lady:
Belike the Lady Margaret has some business She would break to us in private.
3 Lady:
It should seem so. 'Tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady.
2 Lady:
And vertuous enough too I warrant ye For a young Woman of her years; 'tis pity To load her tender Age with too much Vertue.
3 Lady:
'Tis more sometimes than we can well away with.
[Enter Altea.]
Altea:
Good morrow, Ladies.
All:
'Morrow, my good Madam.
1 Lady:
How does the sweet young Beauty, Lady Margaret?
2 Lady:
Has she slept well after her walk last night?
1 Lady:
Are her dreams gentle to her mind?
Altea:
All's well, She's very well, she sent for you thus suddenly To give her counsel in a business That much concerns her.
2 Lady:
She does well and wisely, To ask the counsel of the ancientst, Madam, Our years have run through many things she knows not.
Altea:
She would fain marry.
1 Lady:
'Tis a proper calling, And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with?
Altea:
That's left to argue on, I pray come in And break your fast, drink a good cup or two, To strengthen your understandings, then she'l tell ye.
2 Lady:
And good wine breeds good counsel. We'l yield to ye.
[Exeunt.
177] [Enter Juan de Castro, and Leon.]
Juan de Castro:
Have you seen any service?
Leon:
Yes.
Juan de Castro:
Where?
Leon:
Every where.
Juan de Castro:
What office bore ye?
Leon:
None, I was not worthy.
Juan de Castro:
What Captains know you?
Leon:
None, they were above me.
Juan de Castro:
Were you never hurt?
Leon:
Not that I well remember, But once I stole a Hen, and then they beat me; Pray ask me no long questions, I have an ill memory.
Juan de Castro:
This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword yet?
Leon:
Not to do any harm I thank Heaven for't.
Juan de Castro:
Nor ne'r ta'ne prisoner?
Leon:
No, I ran away, For I had ne'r no mony to redeem me.
Juan de Castro:
Can you endure a Drum?
Leon:
It makes my head ake.
Juan de Castro:
Are you not valiant when you are drunk?
Leon:
I think not, but I am loving Sir.
Juan de Castro:
What a lump is this man, Was your Father wise?
Leon:
Too wise for me I'm sure, For he gave all he had to my younger Brother.
Juan de Castro:
That was no foolish part I'le bear you witness. Canst thou lye with a woman?
Leon:
I think I could make shift Sir, But I am bashfull.
Juan de Castro:
In the night?
Leon:
I know not, Darkness indeed may do some good upon me.
Juan de Castro:
Why art thou sent to me to be my officer, I, and commended too, when thou darst not fight?
Leon:
There be more officers of my opinion, Or I am cozen'd Sir, men that talk more too.
Juan de Castro:
How wilt thou scape a bullet?
Leon:
Why by chance, 178] They aim at honourable men, alas I am none Sir.
Juan de Castro:
This fellow has some doubts in's talk that strike me,
[Enter Alonzo.]
He cannot be all fool: welcom Alonzo.
Alonzo:
What have you got there, temperance into your company? The spirit of peace? we shall have wars
[Enter Cacafogo.]
By th'ounce then. O here's another pumpion, Let him loose for luck sake, the cram'd son Of a stay'd Usurer, Cacafogo, both their brains butter'd, Cannot make two spoonfulls.
Cacafogo:
My Father's dead: I am a man of war too, Monyes, demesns; I have ships at sea too, Captains.
Juan de Castro:
Take heed o'th' Hollanders, your ships may leak else.
Cacafogo:
I scorn the Hollanders, they are my drunkards.
Alonzo:
Put up your gold Sir, I'le borrow it else.
Cacafogo:
I am satisfied, you shall not, Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly.
Leon:
I never wrong'd ye.
Cacafogo:
Thou hast wrong'd mine honor, Thou look'dst upon my Mistris thrice lasciviously, I'le make it good.
Juan de Castro:
Do not hea[t] your self, you will surfeit.
Cacafogo:
Thou wan'st my mony too, with a pair of base bones, In whom there