If we should play now, you must supply me. Cacafogo: You must pawn a Horse troop, And then have at ye Colonel. Sanchio: Come, let's go: This Rascal will make rare sport; how the Ladies Will laugh at him? Juan de Castro: If I light on him I'll make his Purse sweat too. Cacafogo: Will ye lead, Gentlemen? [Exeunt. [Enter _Perez_, an old Woman, and Maid.] Michael Perez: Nay, pray ye come out, and let me understand ye, And tune your pipe a little higher, Lady; I'll hold ye fast: rub, how came my Trunks open? And my Goods gone, what Pick-lock Spirit? Old Woman: Ha, what would ye have? Michael Perez: My Goods again, how came my Trunks all open? Old Woman: Are your Trunks open? Michael Perez: Yes, and Cloaths gone, And Chains, and Jewels: how she smells like hung Beef, The Palsey, and Picklocks, fye, how she belches, The Spirit of Garlick. Old Woman: Where's your Gentlewoman? The young fair Woman? Michael Perez: What's that to my question? She is my wife, and gone about my business. Maid: Is she your Wife, Sir? Michael Perez: Yes Sir, is that wonder? Is the name of Wife unknown here? Old Woman: Is she truly, truly your Wife? Michael Perez: I think so, for I married her; It was no Vision sure! Maid: She has the Keys, Sir. Michael Perez: I know she has, but who has all my goods, Spirit? Old Woman: If you be married to that Gentlewoman, You are a wretched man, she has twenty Husbands. Maid: She tells you true. Old Woman: And she has cozen'd all, Sir. Michael Perez: The Devil she has! I had a fair house with her, 201] That stands hard by, and furnisht royally. Old Woman: You are cozen'd too, 'tis none of hers, good Gentleman. Maid: The Lady _Margarita_, she was her Servant, And kept the house, but going from her, Sir, For some lewd tricks she plaid. Michael Perez: Plague o' the Devil, Am I i'th' full Meridian of my Wisedom Cheated by a stale Quean! what kind of Lady Is that that owes the House? Old Woman: A young sweet Lady. Michael Perez: Of a low stature? Old Woman: She is indeed but little, but she is wondrous fair. Michael Perez: I feel I am cozen'd; Now I am sensible I am undone, This is the very Woman sure, that Cousin She told me would entreat but for four days, To make the house hers; I am entreated sweetly. Maid: When she went out this morning, that I saw, Sir, She had two Women at the door attending, And there she gave 'em things, and loaded 'em, But what they were--I heard your Trunks to open, If they be yours? Michael Perez: