_Host. Die._ Then we will have Wine man, And Wine upon Wine, cut and drawn with Wine. _Hostess._ Ye shall have all, and more than all. _Bay._ All, well then. _Host. Die._ Away, about your business, you with her For old acquaintance sake, to stay your stomach. _Exit Hostess and Bayliff._ And Boy, be you my guide, _ad inferos_, For I will make a full descent in equipage. _Boy._ I'll shew you rare Wine. _Host. Die._ Stinging geer. _Boy._ Divine Sir. _Host. Die._ O divine boy, march, march my child, rare Wine boy. _Boy._ As any is in _Spain_ Sir. _Host. Die._ Old; and strong too, Oh my fine boy, clear too? _Boy._ As Christal Sir, and strong as truth. _Host. Die._ Away boy, I am enamor'd, and I long for Dalliance, Stay no where child, not for thy fathers blessing, I charge thee not to save thy Sisters honor, Nor to close thy Dames eies, were she a dying Till we arrive, and for thy recompence I will remember thee in my Will. _Boy._ Ye have said Sir. [_Exeunt._ _Actus Tertius. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Philippo, _and 2 Host_. _Phi._ Mine Host, is that Apparel got ye spoke of? Ye shall have ready money. _2 Host._ 'Tis come in, Sir, he has it on Sir And I think 'twill be fit, and o' my credit 'Twas never worn but once Sir, and for necessity Pawn'd to the man I told ye of. _Phi._ Pray bargain for it, And I will be the pay-master. _2 Host._ I will Sir. _Phi._ And let our meat be ready when you please, I mean as soon. _2 Host._ It shall be presently. _Phi._ How far stands _Barcelona_? _2 Host._ But two Leagues off Sir, You may be there by three a clock. _Phi._ I am glad on't. [_Exeunt._ _Scæna Secunda._ _Enter_ Theodosia, _and_ Leocadia. _Theo._ Signior _Francisco_, why I draw you hither To this remote place, marvel not, for trust me My innocence yet never knew ill dealing, And as ye have a noble temper, start not Into offence, at any thing my knowledge, And for your special good, would be inform'd of, Nor think me vainly curious. _Leo._ Worthy Sir, The courtesies you and your noble Brother, Even then when few men find the way to do 'em, I mean in want, so freely showr'd upon me, So truly, and so timely minister'd, Must, if I should, suspect those minds that made 'em, Either proclaim me an unworthy taker, Or worse, a base beleever; Speek your mind Sir Freely, and what you please, I am your Servant.