He would make it treason for that tongue that durst But talk of war, or any thing to vex him, You shall not goe. Leon: Indeed I must sweet wife, What shall I lose the King for a few kisses? We'l have enough. Margarita: I'le to the Duke my cousin, he shall to th' King. Leon: He did me this great office, I thank his grace for't, should I pray him now, To undoe't again? fye 'twere a base discredit. Margarita: Would I were able Sir to bear you company, How willing should I be then, and how merry! I will not live alone. Leon: Be in peace, you shall not. [knock within. Margarita: What knocking's this? oh Heaven my head, why rascals I thin[k] the war's begun i'th' house already. Leon: The preparation is, they are taking down, And packing up the hangings, plate and Jewels, And all those furnitures that shall befit me When I lye in garrison. [Enter _Coachman_.] Coachman: Must the Coach goe too Sir? Leon: How will your Lady pass to th' sea else easily? We shall find shipping for't there to transport it. Margarita: I goe? alas! Leon: I'le have a main care of ye, I know ye are sickly, he shall drive the easier, And all accommodation shall attend ye. Margarita: Would I were able. Leon: Come I warrant ye, Am not I with ye sweet? are her cloaths packt up, And all her linnen? give your maids direction, You know my time's but short, and I am commanded. 217] Margarita: Let me have a nurse, And all such necessary people with me, And an easie bark. Leon: It shall not trot I warrant ye, Curvet it may sometimes. Margarita: I am with child Sir. Leon: At four days warning? this is something speedy, Do you conceive as our jennets do with a west winde? My heir will be an arrant fleet one Lady, I'le swear you were a maid when I first lay with ye. Margarita: Pray do not swear, I thought I was a maid too, But we may both be cozen'd in that point Sir. Leon: In such a strait point sure I could not err Madam. Juan de Castro: This is another tenderness to try him, Fetch her up now. Margarita: You must provide a cradle, and what a troubles that? Leon: The sea shall rock it, 'Tis the best nurse; 'twill roar and rock together, A swinging storm will sing you such a lullaby. Margarita: Faith let me stay, I shall but shame ye Sir. Leon: And you were a thousand shames you shall along with me, At home I am sure you'l prove a million, Every man carries the bundle of his sins Upon his own back, you are mine, I'le sweat for ye. [Enter Duke, _Alonzo_, _Sanchio_.] Duke of Medina: