Leon: 

      I’le talk no more, come we’l away immediatly.

Margarita: 

      Why then the house is his, and all that’s in it,
      I’le give away my skin but I’le undoe ye,
      I gave it to his wife, you must restore Sir,
      And make a new provision.

Michael Perez: 

      Am I mad now or am I christen’d, you my pagan cousin,
      My mighty Mahound kinsman, what quirk now? 
      You shall be welcom all, I hope to see Sir
      Your Grace here, and my couz, we are all Souldiers,
      And must do naturally for one another.

Duke of Medina: 

      Are ye blank at this? then I must tell ye Sir,
      Ye have no command, now ye may goe at pleasure
      And ride your asse troop, ’twas a trick I us’d
      To try your jealousie upon entreatie,
      And saving of your wife.

Leon: 

      All this not moves me,
      Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my affections,
      You have more furniture, more houses Lady,
      And rich ones too, I will make bold with those,
      And you have Land i’th’ Indies as I take it,
      Thither we’l goe, and view a while those climats,
      Visit your Factors there, that may betray ye,
      ’Tis done, we must goe.

Margarita: 

      Now thou art a brave Gentleman,
      And by this sacred light I love thee dearly. 
      The house is none of yours, I did but jest Sir,
      Nor you are no couz of mine, I beseech ye vanish,
      I tell you plain, you have no more right than he
      Has, that senseless thing, your wife has once more fool’d ye: 
      Goe ye and consider.

Leon: 

      Good morrow my sweet cousin, I should be glad Sir.

Michael Perez: 

By this hand she dies for’t,
221] Or any man that speaks for her.

[Exit Perez.

Juan de Castro: 

      These are fine toyes.

Margarita: 

      Let me request you stay but one poor month,
      You shall have a Commission and I’le goe too,
      Give me but will so far.

Leon: 

      Well I will try ye,
      Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business.

Duke of Medina: 

      If I miss thee again, I am an arrant bungler.

Juan de Castro: 

      Thou shalt have my command, and I’le march under thee,
      Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled,
      Thou art so brave a fellow.

Alonzo: 

      I have seen visions.
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

Actus Quintus

Scena Prima.

      [Enter Leon, with a letter, and Margarita.]

Leon: 

      Come hither wife, do you know this hand?