All this not moves me, Nor stirs my gall, nor alters my affections, You have more furniture, more houses Lady, And rich ones too, I will make bold with those, And you have Land i'th' _Indies_ as I take it, Thither we'l goe, and view a while those climats, Visit your Factors there, that may betray ye, 'Tis done, we must goe. Margarita: Now thou art a brave Gentleman, And by this sacred light I love thee dearly. The house is none of yours, I did but jest Sir, Nor you are no couz of mine, I beseech ye vanish, I tell you plain, you have no more right than he Has, that senseless thing, your wife has once more fool'd ye: Goe ye and consider. Leon: Good morrow my sweet cousin, I should be glad Sir. Michael Perez: By this hand she dies for't, 221] Or any man that speaks for her. [Exit _Perez_. Juan de Castro: These are fine toyes. Margarita: Let me request you stay but one poor month, You shall have a Commission and I'le goe too, Give me but will so far. Leon: Well I will try ye, Good morrow to your Grace, we have private business. Duke of Medina: If I miss thee again, I am an arrant bungler. Juan de Castro: Thou shalt have my command, and I'le march under thee, Nay be thy boy before thou shalt be baffled, Thou art so brave a fellow. Alonzo: I have seen visions. [Exeunt. Actus Quintus Scena Prima. [Enter _Leon_, with a letter, and _Margarita_.] Leon: Come hither wife, do you know this hand? Margarita: I do Sir, 'Tis _Estifania_, that was once my woman. Leon: She writes to me here, that one _Cacafogo_ An usuring Jewellers son (I know the Rascal) Is mortally faln in love with ye. Margarita: Is a monster, deliver me from mountains. Leon: Do you goe a birding for all sorts of people? And this evening will come to ye and shew ye Jewels, And offers any thing to get access to ye, If I can make or sport or profit on him, (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him, And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will. Margarita: I shall not fail, Sir. Leon: Will the Duke come again do you think? Margarita: No sure Sir, H'as now no policie to bring him hither. Leon: Nor bring you to him, if my wit hold fair wife: Let's in to dinner. [Exeunt. [Enter _Perez_.] Michael Perez: