You hold the jest so stiff, 'twill prove discourteous, This house I mean, the pleasures of this place. Leon: And what of them? Michael Perez: They are mine Sir, and you know it, My wifes I mean, and so confer'd upon me, The hangings Sir I must entreat, your servants, That are so busie in their offices, Again to minister to their right uses, I shall take view o'th' plate anon, and furnitures That are of under place; you are merry still cousin, And of a pleasant constitution, Men of great fortunes make their mirths _at placitum_. Leon: Prethee good stubborn wife, tell me directly, Good evil wife leave fooling and tell me honestly, Is this my kinsman? Margarita: I can tell ye nothing. Leon: I have many kinsmen, but so mad a one, And so phantastick--all the house? Michael Perez: All mine, And all within it. I will not bate ye an ace on't. Can you not receive a noble courtesie, And quietly and handsomely as ye ought Couz, But you must ride o'th' top on't? Leon: Canst thou fight? Michael Perez: I'le tell ye presently, I could have done Sir. Leon: For ye must law and claw before ye get it. Juan de Castro: Away, no quarrels. Leon: Now I am more temperate, I'le have it prov'd if you were never yet in Bedlam, Never in love, for that's a lunacy, No great state left ye that you never lookt for, Nor cannot manage, that's a rank distemper; That you were christen'd, and who answer'd for ye, And then I yield. 220] Michael Perez: H'as half perswaded me I was bred i'th' moon, I have ne'r a bush at my breech, are not we both mad, And is not this a phantastick house we are in, And all a dream we do? will ye walk out Sir, And if I do not beat thee presently Into a sound belief, as sense can give thee, Brick me into that wall there for a chimny piece, And say I was one o'th' _Caesars_, done by a seal-cutter. Leon: I'le talk no more, come we'l away immediatly. Margarita: Why then the house is his, and all that's in it, I'le give away my skin but I'le undoe ye, I gave it to his wife, you must restore Sir, And make a new provision. Michael Perez: Am I mad now or am I christen'd, you my pagan cousin, My mighty Mahound kinsman, what quirk now? You shall be welcom all, I hope to see Sir Your Grace here, and my couz, we are all Souldiers, And must do naturally for one another. Duke of Medina: Are ye blank at this? then I must tell ye Sir, Ye have no command, now ye may goe at pleasure And ride your asse troop, 'twas a trick I us'd To try your jealousie upon entreatie, And saving of your wife. Leon: