And, sirrah, be an honest man ; you have reason.
I thank you, worthy brother! Welcome, child,
Mine own sweet child!

Duke. Why was this boy conceal'd thus ?
Puts. Your grace's pardon!

Fearing the vow you made against my brother,
And that your anger would not only light
On him, but find out all his family,

This young boy, to preserve from after-danger,
Like a young wench, hither I brought; myself,
In the habit of an ordinary captain
Disguised, got entertainment, and served here,
That I might still be ready to all fortunes.
The boy your grace took, nobly entertain'd him,
But thought a girl; Alinda, madam.

Olym. Stand away,

And let me look upon him!

Duke. My young mistress?

This is a strange metamorphosis.--Alinda?
Y. Arch. Your grace's humble servant.
Duke. Come hither, sister.-

I dare yet scarce believe mine eyes. How they view one another?

Dost thou not love this boy well?

Olym. I should lie else, trust me, Extremely lie else.

Duke. Didst thou ne'er wish, Olympia, It might be thus?

Olym. A thousand times.

Duke. Here, take him!

Nay, do not blush: I do not jest ; kiss sweetly! Boy, you kiss faintly, boy. Heaven give ye com

fort!

Teach him; he'll quickly learn. There's two hearts eased now.

Archas. You do me too much honour, sir.
Duke. No, Archas;

[Kneels.

Not to my life applied, but to my fault, sir!
The world's forgiveness next! last, on my knees,
I humbly beg,

[sir,

Do not take from me yet the name of father! Strike me a thousand blows, but let me die yours! Archas. He moves my heart: I must be sudden with him, [Draws.

I shall grow faint else in my execution.Come, come, sir, you have seen death; now meet him bravely.

Duke. Hold, hold, I say, a little, hold! Consider,

Thou hast no more sons, Archas, to inherit thee.

Archas. Yes, sir, I have another, and a nobler: No treason shall inherit me: Young Archas, A boy as sweet as young; my brother breeds him, My noble brother Briskie, breeds him nobly: Him let your favour find, give him your honour. Enter PUTSKIE (alias BRISKIE) and Young ARCHAS. Puts. Thou hast no child left, Archas, none to inherit thee,

If thou strikest that stroke now.

Archas!

Behold young

We'll all to church together instantly;
And then a vie for boys! Stay, bring Boroskie!
I had almost forgot that lump of mischief.

BOROSKIE is brought in.

There, Archas, take the enemy to honour, The knave to worth; do with him what thou wilt. Archas. Then to my sword again, you to your prayers; [Draws.

Wash off your villainies; you feel the burden.
Bor. Forgive me ere I die, most honest Archas!
[Kneels.

'Tis too much honour that I perish thus.
Oh, strike my faults to kill them, that no memory,
No black and blasted infamy, hereafter-
Archas. Come, are you ready?

Pleasure attend ye! and about ye sit
The springs of mirth, fancy, delight, and wit,
To stir ye up! Do not your looks let fall,
Nor to remembrance our late errors call,
Because this day we're Spaniards all again,
The story of our play, and our scene Spain :
The errors too, do not for this cause hate;
Now we present their wit, and not their state.
Nor, ladies, be not angry, if you see

A young fresh beauty, wanton, and too free,
Seek to abuse her husband; still 'tis Spain;
No such gross errors in your kingdom reign:
You're vestals all, and tho' we blow the fire,
We seldom make it flame up to desire;

Perez. I've heard of him, and that he hath serv'd before too.

Juan. But no harm done, nor never meant, Don Michael,

That came to my ears yet. Ask him a question, He blushes like a girl, and answers little,

To the point less; he wears a sword, a good one, And good clothes too; he's whole-skin'd, has no hurt yet;

Good promising hopes; I never yet heard certainly

Of any gentleman that saw him angry.

Perez. Preserve him; he'll conclude a peace if need be.

Many as strong as he will go along with us,
That swear as valiantly as heart can wish,
Their mouths charged with six oaths at once, and
whole ones,

That make the drunken Dutch creep into molehills.

Juan. 'Tis true, such we must look for. But, Michael Perez,

When heard you of Donna Margarita, the great heiress ?

Perez. I hear every hour of her, tho' I never saw her;

She is the main discourse. Noble Don Juan de Castro,

How happy were that man could catch this wench

up,

And live at ease! She's fair, and young, and Infinite wealthy, and as gracious too [wealthy,

In all her entertainments, as men report.
Juan. But she is proud, sir, that I know for
certain,

And that comes seldom without wantonness :
He that shall marry her, must have a rare hand.
Perez. 'Would I were married! I would find
that wisdom

With a light rein to rule my wife. If ever woman
Of the most subtlest mould went beyond me,
I'd give the boys leave to hoot me out o' th' parish.
Enter a Servant.

Juan. I shall do it;

I know the gentleman, a most worthy captain.
Clara. Something in private.
Juan. Step aside: I'll serve thee.

[Exeunt JUAN and CLAI
Perez. Pr'ythee, let me see thy face.
Estif. Sir, you must pardon me :
Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories
And keep suspect off from their chastities,
Had need wear thicker veils.

Perez. I am no blaster of a lady's beauty,
Nor bold intruder on her special favours;
I know how tender reputation is,
And with what guards it ought to be preserv'd, lad
You may to me.

Estif. You must excuse me, signior;
I come not here to sell myself.
Perez. As I'm a gentleman!

By th' honour of a soldier!

Estif. I believe you;

pray you be civil; I believe you'd see me, And, when you've seen me, I believe you'll But in a strange place, to a stranger too, As if I came on purpose to betray you! Indeed, I will not.

Perez. I shall love you dearly; And 'tis a sin to fling away affection : I have no mistress, no desire to honour Any but you. Will not this oyster open? [4 I know not, you have struck me with y modestyShe will draw surefrom me

[Aside.]—so deep, and tal

All the desire I might bestow on others-Quickly, before they come !

Estif. Indeed, I dare not:

But, since I see you're so desirous, sir,
To view a poor face that can merit nothing
But your repentance--

Perez. It must needs be excellent.

Estif. And with what honesty you ask it of When I am gone let your man follow me, And view what house I enter; thither come; For there I dare be bold to appear open, And, as I like your virtuous carriage, then I shall be able to give welcome to youEnter JUAN, CLARA, and Servant. She hath done her business; I must take my le sir.

Perez. I'll kiss your fair white hand, and th you, lady:

My man shall wait, and I shall be your servan Sirrah, come near; hark! [Whis

Enter SANCHIO and ALONZO.

Sanc. What, are you for the wars, Alonzo?
Alon. It may be ay,

It may be no; e'en as the humour takes me.
If I find peace among the female creatures,
And easy entertainment, I'll stay at home;
I'm not so far oblig'd yet to long marches
And mouldy biscuits, to run mad for honour.
When you're all gone, I have my choice before me.
Sanc. Of which hospital thou'lt sweat in. Wilt
Leave whoring?
[thou never
Alon. There is less danger in't than gunning,
Sanchio :

Tho' we be shot sometimes, the shot's not mortal;
Besides, it breaks no limbs.

Sanc. But it disables 'em; dost thou see how thou pull'st

Thy legs after thee, as they hung by points?

Alon. Better to pull 'em thus, than walk on wooden ones;

Serve bravely for a billet to support me.

Sanc. Fie, fie! 'tis base.

Alon. Dost thou count it base to suffer? Suffer abundantly? 'tis the crown of honour. You think it nothing to lie twenty days Under a surgeon's hands, that has no mercy. Sanc. As thou hast done, I'm sure. But I perceive now

Why you desire to stay; the Orient heiress,

The Margarita, sir!

Alon. I would I had her.

Sanc. They say she'll marry.

Alon. Yes, I think she will.

Sanc. And marry suddenly, as report goes, too!
She fears her youth will not hold out, Alonzo.
Alon. I would I had the sheathing on't.
Sanc. They say too

She has a greedy eye, that must be fed
With more than one man's meat.

Alon. 'Would she were mine!

I'd cater for her well enough. But, Sanchio, There be too many great men that adore her; Princes, and princes' fellows, that claim privilege. Sanc. Yet those stand off i' th' way of marriage; To be tied to a man's pleasure is a second labour. Alon. She has bought a brave house here in town. Sanc. I've heard so.

Alon. If she convert it now to pious uses, And bid poor gentlemen welcome!

Sanc. When comes she to it?

Alon. Within these two days; she's i' th' country yet,

And keeps the noblest house!

SCENE III.-The same.

Enter a Servant of MICHAEL PEREZ.

Serv. 'Tis this or that house, or I've lost my aim;

They're both fair buildings. She walk'd plaguy fast;

Enter ESTIFANIA.

And hereabouts I lost her.-Stay! that's she,
'Tis very she. She makes me a low court'sy.
Let me note the place; the street I will remember.
She's in again. Certain some noble lady :

[Exit ESTIFANIA into a house.
How happy should I be if she love my master!
A wondrous goodly house; here are brave lodgings,
And I shall sleep now like an emperor,
And eat abundantly. I thank my fortune!
I'll back with speed, and bring him happy tidings.

[Exit.