Michael Perez: 

      Was she your Kinswoman?

Margarita: 

      Not that I ever knew, now I look better
      I think you married her, ’give you joy, Sir,
      You may reclaim her, ’twas a wild young Girl.

Michael Perez: 

      Give me a halter:  is not this house mine, Madam? 
      Was not she owner of it, pray speak truly?

Margarita: 

      No, certainly, I am sure my money paid for it,
      And I ne’r remember yet I gave it you, Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      The Hangings and the Plate too?

Margarita: 

      All are mine, Sir,
      And every thing you see about the building,
      She only kept my house when I was absent,
      And so ill kept it, I was weary of her.

Sanchio: 

      What a Devil ails he?

Juan de Castro: 

      He’s possest I’ll assure you.

Michael Perez: 

      Where is your Maid?

Margarita: 

      Do not you know that have her? 
      She is yours now, why should I look after her? 
      Since that first hour I came I never saw her.

Michael Perez: 

      I saw her later, would the Devil had had her,
      It is all true I find, a wild-fire take her.

Juan de Castro: 

      Is thy Wife with Child, Don Michael? thy excellent wife. 
      Art thou a Man yet?

Alonzo: 

      When shall we come and visit thee?

Sanchio: 

      And eat some rare fruit? thou hast admirable Orchards,
208] You are so jealous now, pox o’ your jealousie,
      How scurvily you look!

Michael Perez: 

      Prithee leave fooling,
      I am in no humour now to fool and prattle,
      Did she ne’r play the wag with you?

Margarita: 

      Yes many times, so often that I was asham’d to keep her,
      But I forgave her, Sir, in hope she would mend still,
      And had not you o’th’ instant married her,
      I had put her off.

Michael Perez: 

      I thank ye, I am blest still,
      Which way so e’r I turn I am a made man,
      Miserably gull’d beyond recovery.

Juan de Castro: 

      You’ll stay and dine?

Michael Perez: 

      Certain I cannot, Captain,
      Hark in thine ear, I am the arrantst Puppy,
      The miserablest Ass, but I must leave ye,
      I am in haste, in haste, bless you, good Madam,
      And you prove as good as my Wife.

[Exit.

Leon: 

Will you come near, Sir, will your Grace but honour me,
And taste our dinner? you are nobly welcome,
All anger’s past I hope, and I shall serve ye.

Juan de Castro: 

Thou art the stock of men, and I admire thee.
[Ex.