Leon: 

I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave
179] To beat me soundly if he would take my bond.

Juan de Castro: 

      What shall I do with this fellow?

Alonzo: 

      Turn him off,
      He will infect the camp with cowardise,
      If he goe with thee.

Juan de Castro: 

      About some week hence Sir,
      If I can hit upon no abler officer,
      You shall hear from me.

Leon: 

      I desire no better.
          
                                                     [Exit.

      [Enter Estifania, and Perez.]

Michael Perez: 

      You have made me now too bountifull amends, Lady
      For your strict carriage when you saw me first,
      These beauties were not meant to be conceal’d,
      It was a wrong to hide so sweet an object,
      I cou’d now chide ye, but it shall be thus,
      No other anger ever touch your sweetness.

Estifania: 

      You appear to me so honest, and so civil,
      Without a blush Sir, I dare bid ye welcom.

Michael Perez: 

      Now let me ask your name.

Estifania: 

      ’Tis Estifanie, the heir of this poor place.

Michael Perez: 

      Poor do you call it? 
      There’s nothing that I cast mine eyes upon,
      But shews both rich and admirable, all the rooms
      Are hung as if a Princess were to dwell here,
      The Gardens, Orchards, every thing so curious: 
      Is all that plate your own too?

Estifania: 

      ’Tis but little,
      Only for present use, I have more and richer,
      When need shall call, or friends compel me use it,
      The sutes you see of all the upper chamber,
      Are those that commonly adorn the house,
      I think I have besides, as fair, as civil,
      As any town in Spain can parallel.

Michael Perez: 

      Now if she be not married, I have some hopes. 
      Are you a maid?

Estifania: 

      You make me blush to answer,
      I ever was accounted so to this hour,
      And that’s the reason that I live retir’d Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      Then would I counsel you to marry presently,
180] (If I can get her, I am made for ever)
      For every year you lose, you lose a beauty,
      A Husband now, an honest careful Husband,
      Were such a comfort:  will ye walk above stairs?

Estifania: 

      This place will fit our talk, ’tis fitter far Sir,
      Above there are day-beds, and such temptations
      I dare not trust Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      She is excellent wise withal too.

Estifania: