Margarita: 

Alone to comfort you.
[Cacafogo makes a noise below.

Duke of Medina: 

What’s that you tumble? 
I have heard a noise this half hour under me,
A fearfull noise.

Margarita: 

The fat thing’s mad i’th’ celler,
And stumbles from one hogs-head to another,
Two cups more, and he ne’r shall find the way out. 
What do you fear? come, sit down by me chearfully,
My Husband’s safe, how do your wounds?

Duke of Medina: 

      I have none Lady,
      My wounds I counterfeited cunningly,

[noise below.

      And feign’d the quarrel too, to injoy you sweet,
      Let’s lose no time, heark the same noise again.

Margarita: 

      What noise, why look ye pale?  I hear no stirring,
      This goblin in the vault will be so tipled. 
      You are not well I know by your flying fancy,
      Your body’s ill at ease, your wounds.

Duke of Medina: 

      I have none, I am as lusty and as full of health,
      High in my blood.

Margarita: 

      Weak in your blood you would say,
      How wretched is my case, willing to please ye,
      And find you so disable?

Duke of Medina: 

      Believe me Lady.

Margarita: 

      I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me,
      Your life I know, but is it fit I spoil ye,
      Is it my love do you think?

Cacafogo below: 

Here’s to the Duke.
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Duke of Medina: 

      It nam’d me certainly,
      I heard it plainly sound.

Margarita: 

      You are hurt mortally,
      And fitter for your prayers Sir than pleasure,
      What starts you make?  I would not kiss you wantonly,
      For the world’s wealth; have I secur’d my Husband,
      And put all doubts aside to be deluded?

Cacafogo below: 

      I come, I come.

Duke of Medina: 

      Heaven bless me.

Margarita: 

      And bless us both, for sure this is the Devil,
      I plainly heard it now, he will come to fetch ye,
      A very spirit, for he spoke under ground,
      And spoke to you just as you would have snatcht me,
      You are a wicked man, and sure this haunts ye,
      Would you were out o’th’ house.

Duke of Medina: 

      I would I were,
      O’ that condition I had leapt a window.

Margarita: 

      And that’s the least leap if you mean to scape Sir,
      Why what a frantick man were you to come here,
      What a weak man to counterfeit deep wounds,
      To wound another deeper!

Duke of Medina: 

      Are you honest then?

Margarita: