All, all, and we'l remove too, to confirm him, They'l into th' country suddenly again After they are matcht, and then she'l open to him. 191] Michael Perez: The whole possession wife? look what you doe, A part o'th' house. Estifania: No, no, they shall have all, And take their pleasure too, 'tis for our 'vantage. Why, what's four daies? had you a Sister Sir, A Niece or Mistris that required this courtesie, And should I make a scruple to do you good? Michael Perez: If easily it would come back. Estifania: I swear Sir, As easily as it came on, is't not pity To let such a Gentlewoman for a little help-- You give away no house. Michael Perez: Clear but that question. Estifania: I'le put the writings into your hand. Michael Perez: Well then. Estifania: And you shall keep them safe. Michael Perez: I am satisfied; wou'd I had the wench so too. Estifania: When she has married him, So infinite his love is linkt unto her, You, I, or any one that helps at this pinch May have Heaven knows what. Michael Perez: I'le remove the goods straight, And take some poor house by, 'tis but for four days. Estifania: I have a poor old friend; there we'l be. Michael Perez: 'Tis well then. Estifania: Goe handsom off, and leave the house clear. Michael Perez: Well. Estifania: That little stuff we'l use shall follow after; And a boy to guide ye, peace and we are made both. Margarita: Come, let's goe in, are all the rooms kept sweet wench? Estifania: They are sweet and neat. [Exit _Perez_. Margarita: Why where's your Husband? Estifania: Gone Madam. When you come to your own he must give place Lady. Margarita: Well, send you joy, you would not let me know't, Yet I shall not forget ye. Estifania: Thank your Ladyship. [Exeunt. 192] Actus Tertius Scena Prima. [Enter _Margarita_, _Altea_, and _Boy_.] Altea: Are you at ease now, is your heart at rest, Now you have got a shadow, an _umbrella_ To keep the scorching worlds opinion From your fair credit. Margarita: I am at peace _Altea_, If he continue but the same he shews, And be a master of that ignorance He outwardly professes, I am happy, The pleasure I shall live in and the freedom Without the squint-eye of the law upon me, Or prating liberty of tongues, that envy. Altea: You are a made woman. Margarita: But if he should prove now A crafty and dissembling kind of Husband, One read in knavery, and brought up in the art Of villany conceal'd. Altea: My life, an innocent. Margarita: