Margarita: 

      Would I were able Sir to bear you company,
      How willing should I be then, and how merry! 
      I will not live alone.

Leon: 

      Be in peace, you shall not.
          
                                                     [knock within.

Margarita: 

      What knocking’s this? oh Heaven my head, why rascals
      I thin[k] the war’s begun i’th’ house already.

Leon: 

      The preparation is, they are taking down,
      And packing up the hangings, plate and Jewels,
      And all those furnitures that shall befit me
      When I lye in garrison.

      [Enter Coachman.]

Coachman: 

      Must the Coach goe too Sir?

Leon: 

      How will your Lady pass to th’ sea else easily? 
      We shall find shipping for’t there to transport it.

Margarita: 

      I goe? alas!

Leon: 

      I’le have a main care of ye,
      I know ye are sickly, he shall drive the easier,
      And all accommodation shall attend ye.

Margarita: 

      Would I were able.

Leon: 

      Come I warrant ye,
      Am not I with ye sweet? are her cloaths packt up,
      And all her linnen? give your maids direction,
      You know my time’s but short, and I am commanded.
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Margarita: 

      Let me have a nurse,
      And all such necessary people with me,
      And an easie bark.

Leon: 

      It shall not trot I warrant ye,
      Curvet it may sometimes.

Margarita: 

      I am with child Sir.

Leon: 

      At four days warning? this is something speedy,
      Do you conceive as our jennets do with a west winde? 
      My heir will be an arrant fleet one Lady,
      I’le swear you were a maid when I first lay with ye.

Margarita: 

      Pray do not swear, I thought I was a maid too,
      But we may both be cozen’d in that point Sir.

Leon: 

      In such a strait point sure I could not err Madam.

Juan de Castro: 

      This is another tenderness to try him,
      Fetch her up now.

Margarita: 

      You must provide a cradle, and what a troubles that?

Leon: 

      The sea shall rock it,
      ’Tis the best nurse; ’twill roar and rock together,
      A swinging storm will sing you such a lullaby.

Margarita: 

      Faith let me stay, I shall but shame ye Sir.

Leon: 

      And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me,
      At home I am sure you’l prove a million,
      Every man carries the bundle of his sins
      Upon his own back, you are mine, I’le sweat for ye.