Is this the Fellow That had the patience to become a Fool, A flurted Fool, and on a sudden break, As if he would shew a wonder to the World, Both in Bravery, and Fortune too? I much admire the man, I am astonisht. Margarita: I'll be divorced immediately. Leon: You shall not, You shall not have so much will to be wicked. I am more tender of your honour, Lady, And of your Age, you took me for a shadow; You took me to gloss over your discredit, To be your Fool, you had thought you had found a Coxcomb; I am innocent of any foul dishonour I mean to ye. Only I will be known to be your Lord now, And be a fair one too, or I will fall for't. Margarita: I do command ye from me, thou poor fellow, Thou cozen'd Fool. Leon: Thou cozen'd Fool? 'tis not so, I will not be commanded: I am above ye: You may divorce me from your favour, Lady, But from your state you never shall, I'll hold that, And then maintain your wantonness, I'll wink at it. Margarita: Am I braved thus in mine own house? Leon: 'Tis mine, Madam, 205] You are deceiv'd, I am Lord of it, I rule it and all that's in't; You have nothing to do here, Madam; But as a Servant to sweep clean the Lodgings, And at my farther will to do me service, And so I'll keep it. Margarita: As you love me, give way. Leon: It shall be better, I will give none, Madam, I stand upon the ground of mine own Honour, And will maintain it, you shall know me now To be an understanding feeling man, And sensible of what a Woman aims at, A young proud Woman that has Will to sail with, An itching Woman, that her blood provokes too, I cast my Cloud off, and appear my self, The master of this little piece of mischief, And I will put a Spell about your feet, Lady, They shall not wander but where I give way now. Duke of Medina: Is this the Fellow that the People pointed at, For the meer sign of man, the walking Image? He speaks wondrous highly. Leon: As a Husband ought, Sir, In his own house, and it becomes me well too, I think your Grace would grieve if you were put to it To have a Wife or Servant of your own, (For Wives are reckon'd in the rank of Servants,) Under your own roof to command ye. Juan de Castro: Brave, a strange Conversion, thou shalt lead In chief now. Duke of Medina: Is there no difference betwixt her and you, Sir? Leon: Not now, Lord, my Fortune makes me even, And as I am an honest man, I am nobler. Margarita: Get me my Coach. Leon: