Do you conceive as our jennets do, with a west | To such a desolation and discredit, as wind? My heir will be an errant fleet one, lady. Her weakness and your hot will would work her to. Mar. You must provide a cradle, and what a Fie, fie, for shame! trouble's 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! Mar. Faith let me stay: I shall but shame you, sir. Leon. An you were a thousand shames you shall along with me: At home I'm sure you'd prove a million. Enter Duke, ALONZO, and SANCHIO. Duke. What, sir, preparing for your noble journey? Tis well, and full of care, I saw your mind was wedded to the war, Enter PEREZ. What mask is this now? More tropes and figures to abuse my sufferance! Juan. Michael Van Owle, how dost thou? Per. Things must both ebb and flow, colonel, A pretty house, ye see, handsomely seated, Sweet and convenient walks, the waters crystal. Alon. He's certain mad. Juan. As mad as a French tailor, that Has nothing in his head but ends of fustians. Per. I see you're packing now, my gentle cousin, And my wife told me I should find it so; 'Tis true I do : you were merry, when I was last here: But 'twas your will to try my patience, madam. I'm sorry, that my swift occasions Can let you take your pleasure here no longer; Yet I would have you think, my honoured cousin, This house, and all I have, are all your servants. Leon. What house, what pleasure, sir? what do you mean? Per. You hold the jest so stiff, 'twill prove discourteous. This house I mean; the pleasures of this place. Leon. And what of them? Per. They're mine, sir, and you know it: My wife's, I mean, and so conferred upon me. The hangings, sir, I must entreat your servants, That are so busy in their offices, Again to minister to their right uses. I shall take view of the plate anon, and furnitures, That are of under place. You're merry still, cousin, Per. I'll tell ye presently: I could have done, sir. Leon. For you must law and claw before ye get it. Juan. Away, no quarrels. Leon. Now I am more temperate, I'll have it prov'd, you were ne'er yet in bedlam; Never in love, for that's a lunacy; No great state left ye, that ye never looked for, Nor cannot manage, that's a rank distemper; That you were christened, and who answered for you. And then I yield-Do but look at him. Per. He has half persuaded me, I was bred i' the moon: I have ne'er a brush at my breech-Are not we both mad? And is not this a fantastic house we are in, To try your jealousy, upon entreaty, And saving of your wife. Leon. All this not moves me, Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my affections. Mar. Now thou'rt a brave gentleman; The house is none of yours; I did but jest, sir; Go ye and consider. ACT V. SCENE I.-MARGARITTA's House. Enter LEON, with a letter, and MARGARITTA. Leon. Come hither, wife. Do you know this hand? Mar. I do, sir; 'tis Estifania's, that was once my woman. Leon. She writes to me here, that one Caca- An usuring jeweller's son, I know the rascal, Mar. He is a monster; deliver me from Leon. Do you go a birding for all sorts of people? SCENE II-A Street. Enter PEREZ. Per: Had I but lungs enough to bawl suffi ciently, That all the queans in Christendom might hear me, That men might run away from the contagion, Cut her in pieces, every piece will live still, They have so many lives, there's no hanging of them. They are too light to drown, they're cork and feathers; To burn too cold, they live like salamanders: Enter CACAFOGO, with a casket. Caca. Be cozened by a thing of clouts! a she moth, That every silkman's shop breeds! To be cheated, And of a thousand ducats, by a whim-wham! Per. Who is he, that's cheated? Speak again, thou vision! Per. It is no matter. By a woman cozened, A real woman! Caca. By a real devil. Plague of her jewels, and her copper chains, Per. Sweet, cozened sir, let's see them. I have been cheated, too; I would have you note that; And lewdly cheated, by a woman also, Caca. Pray ye, take it; You are the merriest undone man in Europe. What need we fiddles, bawdy songs, and sherry, When our own miseries can make us merry? Per. Ha, ha, ha! I've seen these jewels: what a notable pennyworth Have you had! You will not take, sir, Caca. Thou'rt deceived; I will take- Some any thing, some half ten, half a ducat. sure: D'ye mark their waters? Caca. Quicksands choak their waters, And her's that brought them, too! but I shall find her. Per. And so shall I, I hope: but do not hurt her. If you had need of cozening, as you may have, But art thou cheated? Minister some comfort. Caca. I'll utter; laugh till thy lungs crack; by a rascal woman! A lewd, abominable, and plain woman! Per. I must laugh; prithee pardon me, I shall laugh terribly. Caca. I shall be angry, Terribly angry; I have cause. Per. That's it; You cannot find, in all this kingdom, [Exit. And know'st how thou hast used me thrice, thou rascal? Were there not ways enough to fly my vengeance, No holes nor vaults to hide thee from my fury, But thou must meet me face to face to kill thee? I would not seek thee to destroy thee willingly, But now thou com'st to invite me, com'st upon And 'tis no reason but thou shouldst be angry, itches at thee. me. ner, Estif. No, no, sir, you shall feel. [Exit Servant. Leon. How! slain? Why, Margaritta, Per. Hold, hold, ye villain! what, would you Wife, sure some new device they have afoot again, Kill your own husband? Estif. Let mine own husband, then, Be in his own wits. There, there's a thousand ducats. Who must provide for you? And yet you'll kill me! Per. I will not hurt thee for ten thousand millions. Estif. When will you redeem your jewels? I have pawned them, You see for what we must keep touch. Some trick upon my credit; I shall meet it. Alone, and in a storm, than rule one woman. Duke. I fell out with my friend, the noble colonel. My cause was naught, for 'twas about your hon our; Leon. Help, gentlemen, to carry him. Duke. I thank ye, noble sir. Leon. To bed with him; and, wife, give your attendance. [Exeunt DUKE, SANCHIO, ALONZO, MARGARITTA, and servant. Mar. Alas, I pity ye. Leon. Thou'lt make me angry; Thou never saw'st me mad yet. Mar. You are always; You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye. If you have more hurt dukes, or gentlemen, I'll have thee let blood in all the veins about SCENE V.-A chamber. Duke discovered in a thee; I'll have thy thoughts found, too, and have them opened, Thy spirits purged, for those are they that fire ye. And grieve for what you lose, thou foolish, wicked woman. Mar. I've lost myself, sir, And all that was my base self, disobedience : [Kneels. My wantonness, my stubbornness, I've lost too. And now, by that pure good faith good wives are crowned with, |