You nam’d a husband, I am not so strict Sir,
      Nor ti’d unto a Virgins solitariness,
      But if an honest, and a noble one,
      Rich, and a souldier, for so I have vowed he shall be,
      Were offer’d me, I think I should accept him,
      But above all he must love.

Michael Perez: 

      He were base else,
      There’s comfort ministred in the word souldier,
      How sweetly should I live!

Estifania: 

      I am not so ignorant, but that I know well,
      How to be commanded,
      And how again to make my self obey’d Sir,
      I waste but little, I have gather’d much,
      My rial not the less worth, when ’tis spent,
      If spent by my direction, to please my Husband,
      I hold it as indifferent in my duty,
      To be his maid i’th’ kitchen, or his Cook,
      As in the Hall to know my self the Mistris.

Michael Perez: 

      Sweet, rich, and provident, now fortune stick
      To me; I am a Souldier, and a bachelour, Lady,
      And such a wife as you, I cou’d love infinitely,
      They that use many words, some are deceitfull,
      I long to be a Husband, and a good one,
      For ’tis most certain I shall make a president
      For all that follow me to love their Ladies,
      I am young you see, able I would have you think too,
      If’t please you know, try me before you take me. 
      ’Tis true I shall not meet in equal wealth
      With ye, but Jewels, Chains, such as the war
      Has given me, a thousand Duckets I dare
      Presume on in ready gold, now as your
      Care may handle it, as rich cloths too, as
181] Any he bears arms Lady.

Estifania: 

      You are a true gentleman, and fair, I see by ye,
      And such a man I had rather take.

Michael Perez: 

      Pray do so, I’le have a Priest o’th’ sudden.

Estifania: 

      And as suddenly you will repent too.

Michael Perez: 

      I’le be hang’d or drown’d first,
      By this and this, and this kiss.

Estifania: 

      You are a Flatterer,
      But I must say there was something when I saw you
      First, in that most noble face, that stirr’d my fancy.

Michael Perez: 

      I’le stir it better e’re you sleep sweet Lady,
      I’le send for all my trunks and give up all to ye,
      Into your own dispose, before I bed ye,
      And then sweet wench.

Estifania: 

      You have the art to cozen me.
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

Actus Secundus

Scena Prima

      [Enter Margarita, and two Ladies, and Altea.]

Margarita: