wind?

My heir will be an errant fleet one, lady.

Her weakness and your hot will would work her to.

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.
Every man carries the bundle of his sins
Upon his back: you are mine; I'll sweat for ye.

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,
And knew you'd prove some good man for your

Enter PEREZ.

What mask is this now?

More tropes and figures to abuse my sufferance!
What cousin's this?

Juan. Michael Van Owle, how dost thou?
In what dark barn, or tod of aged ivy,
Hast thou lain hid?

Per. Things must both ebb and flow, colonel,
And people must conceal and shine again.
You're welcome hither, as your friend may say,
gentlemen;

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,
And all a dream we do? Will you walk out?
And if I do not beat thee presently
Into a sound belief as sense can give thee,
Brick me into that wall there for a chimney-piece,
And say, I was one of the Cæsars done by a seal-

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.
You have more furniture, more houses, lady,
And rich ones, too; I will make bold with those;
And you have land in the Indies, as I take it ;
Thither we'll go, and view awhile those climates,
Visit your factors there, that may betray ye.
'Tis done; we must go.

Mar. Now thou'rt a brave gentleman;
And, by this sacred light, I love thee dearly:
Hark ye, sir;

The house is none of yours; I did but jest, sir;
You are no coz of mine; I beseech ye, vanish.
I tell you plain, you have no more right than he
Has, that senseless thing. Your wife has once
more fooled ye, sir.

Go ye and consider.

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-
fogo,

An usuring jeweller's son, I know the rascal,
Is mortally fallen in love with you.

Mar. He is a monster; deliver me from
mountains.

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,
I had my wish. Would it were made high treason,
Most infinite high, for any man to marry;
I mean, for a man, that would live handsomely,
And like a gentleman, in's wits and credit.
What torments shall I put her to?

Cut her in pieces, every piece will live still,
And every morsel of her will do mischief.

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:
Under huge heaps of stones to bury her,
And so depress her as they did the giants?
She will move under more than built old Babel.
I must destroy her.

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,
How rank they swell!

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,
A scurvy woman. I am undone, sweet sir;
Therefore, I must have leave to laugh.

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,
Some twenty ducats-

Caca. Thou'rt deceived; I will take-
Per. To clear your bargain, now.
Caca. I'll take some ten,

Some any thing, some half ten, half a ducat.
Per. An excellent lapidary set these stones,

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.

Caca. I'll utter; laugh till thy lungs crack; by a rascal woman!

A lewd, abominable, and plain woman!
Dost thou laugh still?

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,
A woman, that can cozen ye so neatly.
She has taken half mine anger off with this trick.

[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

itches at thee.

me.

ner,

Estif. No, no, sir, you shall feel.

[Exit Servant. Leon. How! slain? Why, Margaritta,

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.
I'd rather guide a ship imperial,

Alone, and in a storm, than rule one woman.
Enter DUKE, SANCHIO, ALONZO, aud Servant,
Mar. How came you hurt, sir?

Duke. I fell out with my friend, the noble colonel.

My cause was naught, for 'twas about

your

hon

our;
And he, that wrongs the innocent, ne'er prospers,
And he has left me thus; for charity,
Lend me a bed to ease my tortured body,
That, ere I perish, I may shew my penitence.
I fear I'm slain.

Leon. Help, gentlemen, to carry him.
There shall be nothing in this house, my lord,
But as your own.

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.
Leon. If thou pursuest me farther, I run stark
mad.

If you have more hurt dukes, or gentlemen,
To lie here on your cure, I shall be desperate.
I know the trick, and you shall feel I know it;
Are ye so hot, that no hedge can contain ye?

thee;

I'll have thy thoughts found, too, and have them opened,

Thy spirits purged, for those are they that fire ye.
The maid shall be thy mistress, thou the maid,
And all her servile labours thou shalt reach at,
And go through cheerfully, or else sleep empty :
That maid shall lie by me, to teach you duty;
You in a pallet by, to humble
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,