I'll go to a Conjurer but I'll find this Pol-cat, This pilfering Whore: a plague of Vails, I cry, And covers for the impudence of Women, Their sanctity in show will deceive Devils, It is my evil Angel, let me bless me. [Enter _Estifania_ with a Casket.] Estifania: 'Tis he, I am caught, I must stand to it stoutly, And show no shake of fear, I see he is angry, Vext at the uttermost. Michael Perez: My worthy Wife, I have been looking of your modesty All the town over. 209] Estifania: My most noble Husband, I am glad I have found ye, for in truth I am weary, Weary and lame with looking out your Lordship. Michael Perez: I have been in Bawdy Houses. Estifania: I believe you, and very lately too. Michael Perez: 'Pray you pardon me, To seek your Ladyship, I have been in Cellars, In private Cellars, where the thirsty Bawds Hear your Confessions; I have been at Plays, To look you out amongst the youthful Actors, At Puppet Shews, you are Mistress of the motions, At Gossippings I hearkned after you, But amongst those Confusions of lewd Tongues There's no distinguishing beyond a Babel. I was amongst the Nuns because you sing well, But they say yours are Bawdy Songs, they mourn for ye, And last I went to Church to seek you out, 'Tis so long since you were there, they have forgot you. Estifania: You have had a pretty progress, I'll tell mine now: To look you out, I went to twenty Taverns. Michael Perez: And are you sober? Estifania: Yes, I reel not yet, Sir, Where I saw twenty drunk, most of 'em Souldiers, There I had great hope to find you disguis'd too. From hence to th' dicing-house, there I found Quarrels needless, and senceless, Swords and Pots, and Candlesticks, Tables and Stools, and all in one confusion, And no man knew his Friend. I left this _Chaos_, And to the Chirurgions went, he will'd me stay, For says he learnedly, if he be tipled, Twenty to one he whores, and then I hear of him, If he be mad, he quarrels, then he comes too. I sought ye where no safe thing would have ventur'd, Amongst diseases, base and vile, vile Women, For I remembred your old Roman axiom, The more the danger, still the more the Honour. Last, to your Confessor I came, who told me, You were too proud to pray, and here I have found ye. Michael Perez: She bears up bravely, and the Rogue is witty, But I shall dash it instantly to nothing. 210] Here leave we off our wanton languages, And now conclude we in a sharper tongue. Estifania: Why am I cozen'd? Why am I abused? Michael Perez: Thou most vile, base, abominable-- Estifania: Captain. Michael Perez: Thou stinking, overstew'd, poor, pocky-- Estifania: