Nor do not labour to arrive at any, 'Twill spoil your head, I take ye upon charity, And like a Servant ye must be unto me, As I behold your duty I shall love ye, And as you observe me, I may chance lye with ye, Can you mark these? Leon: Yes indeed forsooth. Margarita: There is one thing, That if I take ye in I put ye from me, Utterly from me, you must not be sawcy, No, nor at any time familiar with me, Scarce know me, when I call ye not. Leon: I will not, alas I never knew my self sufficiently. Margarita: Nor must not now. Leon: I'le be a Dog to please ye. Margarita: Indeed you must fetch and carry as I appoint ye. Leon: I were to blame else. Margarita: Kiss me again; a strong fellow, There is a vigor in his lips: if you see me Kiss any other, twenty in an hour Sir, You must not start, nor be offended. Leon: No, if you kiss a thousand I shall be contented, It will the better teach me how to please ye. 187] Altea: I told ye Madam. Margarita: 'Tis the man I wisht for; the less you speak. Leon: I'le never speak again Madam, But when you charge me, then I'le speak softly too. Margarita: Get me a Priest, I'le wed him instantly, But when you are married Sir, you must wait Upon me, and see you observe my laws. Leon: Else you shall hang me. Margarita: I'le give ye better clothes when you deserve 'em, Come in, and serve for witness. Omnes: We shall Madam. Margarita: And then away toth' city presently, I'le to my new house and new company. Leon: A thousand crowns are thine, and I am a made man. Altea: Do not break out too soon. Leon: I know my time wench. [Exeunt. [Enter _Clara_, and _Estifania_ with a paper.] Clara: What, have you caught him? Estifania: Yes. Clara: And do you find him A man of those hopes that you aim'd at? Estifania: Yes too, And the most kind man, and the ablest also To give a wife content, he is sound as old wine, And to his soundness rises on the pallat, And there's the man; find him rich too _Clara_. Clara: Hast thou married him? Estifania: What dost thou think I fish without a bait wench? I bob for fools? he is mine own, I have him, I told thee what would tickle him like a trout, And as I cast it so I caught him daintily, And all he has I have 'stowed at my devotion. Clara: Does thy Lady know this? she is coming now to town, Now to live here in this house. Estifania: Let her come, She shall be welcom, I am prepar'd for her, She is mad sure if she be angry at my fortune, For what I have made bold. Clara: Dost thou not love him? 188]