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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
was no truth, for which I beat thee, I beat thee much, now I will hurt
thee dangerously. This shall provoke thee.
[He strikes.
Alonzo:
You struck too low by a foot Sir.
Juan de Castro:
You must get a ladder when you would beat This fellow.
Leon:
I cannot chuse but kick again, pray pardon me.
Cacafogo:
Had'st thou not ask'd my pardon, I had kill'd thee, I leave thee as a thing
despis'd, assoles manus a vostra siniare a Maistre.
[Exit Cacafogo.
Alonzo:
You have scap'd by miracle, there is not in all Spain, A spirit of more
fury than this fire drake.
Leon:
I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave 179] To beat me soundly

if he would take my bond.
Juan de Castro:
What shall I do with this fellow?
Alonzo:
Turn him off, He will infect the camp with cowardise, If he goe with
thee.
Juan de Castro:
About some week hence Sir, If I can hit upon no abler officer, You
shall hear from me.
Leon:
I desire no better. [Exit.
[Enter Estifania, and Perez.]
Michael Perez:
You have made me now too bountifull amends, Lady For your strict
carriage when you saw me first, These beauties were not meant to be
conceal'd, It was a wrong to hide so sweet an object, I cou'd now chide
ye, but it shall be thus, No other anger ever touch your sweetness.
Estifania:
You appear to me so honest, and so civil, Without a blush Sir, I dare
bid ye welcom.
Michael Perez:
Now let me ask your name.
Estifania:

'Tis Estifanie, the heir of this poor place.
Michael Perez:
Poor do you call it? There's nothing that I cast mine eyes upon, But
shews both rich and admirable, all the rooms Are hung as if a Princess
were to dwell here, The Gardens, Orchards, every thing so curious: Is
all that plate your own too?
Estifania:
'Tis but little, Only for present use, I have more and richer, When need
shall call, or friends compel me use it, The sutes you see of all the
upper chamber, Are those that commonly adorn the house, I think I
have besides, as fair, as civil, As any town in Spain can parallel.
Michael Perez:
Now if she be not married, I have some hopes. Are you a maid?
Estifania:
You make me blush to answer, I ever was accounted so to this hour,
And that's the reason that I live retir'd Sir.
Michael Perez:
Then would I counsel you to marry presently, 180] (If I can get her, I
am made for ever) For every year you lose, you lose a beauty, A
Husband now, an honest careful Husband, Were such a comfort: will ye
walk above stairs?
Estifania:
This place will fit our talk, 'tis fitter far Sir, Above there are day-beds,
and such temptations I dare not trust Sir.
Michael Perez:

She is excellent wise withal