Caca. You must pawn a horse troop, And then have at ye, Colonel.

San. Come, let's go :

This rascal will make rare sport; how the ladies
Will laugh at him!

Juan. If I light on him, I'll make his purse sweat

too.

Caca. Will ye lead, gentlemen?

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

A Chamber.

Enter PEREZ, an OLD WOMAN, and MAID.

Per. Nay, pray ye come out, and let me understand

ye,

And tune your pipe a little higher, lady;

I'll hold ye fast; how came my trunks open?

And my goods gone?

Old Wom. Ha! what would ye have?

Per. My goods again; how came my trunks all open?

Old Wom. Are your trunks all open?

Per. Yes, and my clothes gone,

And chains and jewels; how she smells like hung

beef!

Fie, how she belches

The spirit of garlic.

Old Wom. Where's your gentlewoman,

The young fair woman?

Per. What's that to my question?

She is my wife, and gone about my business.

Maid. Is she your wife, sir?

Per. Yes, sir; is that a wonder?

Is the name of wife unknown here?

Old Wom. Is she duly and truly your wife?

Per. Duly and truly my wife; I think so, For I married her; it was no vision sure! Maid. She has the keys, sir.

Per. I know she has; but who has all my goods, spirit?

Old Wom. If you be married to that gentlewoman, You are a wretched man; she has twenty husbands. Maid. She tells you true.

Old Wom. And she has cozen'd all, sir.

Per. The devil she has! I had a fair house with her,

That stands hard by, and furnish'd royally.

Old Wom. You're cozen'd too, 'tis none of her's, good gentleman,

It is a lady's.

Maid. The Lady Margarita; she was her servant, And kept the house, but going from her, sir, For some lewd tricks she play'd.

Per. Plague o'the devil,

Am I, i'the full meridian of my wisdom,
Cheated by a stale quean? What kind of lady

Is that, that owns the house?

Old Wom. A young sweet lady.

Per. Of a low stature?

Old Wom. She's indeed but little, but she is won

drous fair.

Per. I feel I'm cozen'd:

Now I am sensible I am undone.

This is the very woman sure, that cousin,

She told me would entreat but for four days

To make the house hers;—I'm entreated sweetly! Maid. When she went out this morning, that I saw, sir,

She had two women at the door attending,

And there she gave 'em things, and loaded 'em ;

But what they were I heard your trunks too open, If they be your's?

Per. They were mine while they were laden,

But now they've cast their calves, they're not worth

owning.

Was she her mistress, say you?

Old Wom. Her own mistress, her very mistress, sir, and all you saw

About and in that house was hers.

Per. No plate, no jewels, nor no hangings?
Maid. Not a farthing, she's poor, sir, a poor shift-
ing thing.

Per. No money?

Old Wom. Abominably poor, as poor as we are,
Money as rare to her unless she steal it;

But for one single gown her lady gave her,
She might go bare good gentlewoman.
Per. I'm mad now,

I think I am as poor as she, I'm wild else,
One single suit I have left too, and that's all,
And if she steals that she may flay me for it;
Where does she use?

Old Wom. You may find Truth as soon,

Alas, a thousand conceal'd corners, sir, she lurks in, And here she gets a fleece, and there another,

And lives in mists and smokes where none can find her. Per. Is she a whore too?

Old Wom. Little better, gentleman,

I dare not say she is so, sir, because

She is yours, sir; these five years she has liv'd
Upon picking up.

Per. She has pick'd up me finely;

A whore and thief? two excellent moral learnings
In one she-saint; I hope to see her legend.
Have I been fear'd for my discoveries,

And been courted by all women to conceal them.
Have I so long studied the art of this sex,
And read the warning to young gentlemen,
Have I profess'd to tame the pride of ladies,
And am I tricked now?

Caught in my own noose? here's a rial left yet,

There's for your lodging and your meat this week.
A silkworm lives at a more plentiful ordinary,
And sleeps in a sweeter box.

Farewel, great grandmother,

If I do find you were an accessary,

'Tis but the cutting off two smoaking minutes! 'I'll hang you presently.

[Pushes her down, and Exit. Old Wom. Oh the rogue! the villain! Is this usage for the fair sex !

[Brit.

SCENE V.

A grand Saloon.

Enter the DUKE of MEDINA, JUAN DE CASTRO, ALONZO, SANCHO, and CACAFOGO.

Duke. A goodly house.

Juan. And richly furnish'd too, sir.

Alon. Hung wantonly; I like that preparation, It stirs unto a hopeful banquet,

And intimates the mistress free and jovial;

I love a house where pleasure prepares welcome. Duke. Now, Cacafogo, how like you this mansion? 'Twere a brave pawn.

Caca. I shall be master of it;

'Twas built for my bulk, the rooms are wide and spacious,

Airy and full of ease, and that I love well.

I'll tell you when I taste the wine, my lord,
And take the height of her table with my stomach,
How my affection stands to the young lady.

Enter MARGARITA, ALTEA, VICTORIA, ISABEL, and
Two LADIES.'

Mar. All welcome to your grace, and to these soldiers,

You honour my poor house with your fair presence;
Those few slight pleasures that inhabit here, sir,
I do beseech your grace command, they're yours,
Your servant but preserves them to delight ye.

Duke. I thank ye, lady, I am bold to visit ye,
Once more to bless my eyes with your sweet beauty,
It has been a long night since you left the court,
For 'till I saw you now, no day broke to me.
Mar. Bring in the duke's meat.

San. She's most excellent!

Juan. Most admirable fair as e'er I look'd on,

I had rather command her than my regiment.

Caca. I'll have a fling; 'tis but a thousand ducats, Which I can cozen up again in ten days.

Enter LEON.

Mar. Why, where's this dinner?
Leon. 'Tis not ready, madam.

Nor shall it be until I know the guests too,
Nor are they fairly welcome 'till I bid them.

[Aside.

Juan. Is not this my Alferes? he looks another thing!

Are miracles afoot again?

Mar. Why, sirrah, why sirrah, you!

Leon. I hear you, saucy woman;

And as you are my wife, command your absence,
And know your duty: 'tis the crown of modesty,
Duke. Your wife!

Leon. Yes, good my lord, I am her husband.
And pray take notice that I claim that honour,
And will maintain it.

Caca. If thou be'st her husband,

I am determin'd thou shalt be my cuckold,
I'll be thy faithful friend.

Leon. Peace, dirt and dung-hill!

I will not lose my anger on a rascal;

Provoke me more, I'll beat thy blown-up body, 'Till thou rebound'st again like a tennis-ball.