Michael Perez: Ha, ha, ha. I have seen these Jewels, what a notable penniworth Have you had next your heart? you will not take Sir Some twenty Duckets? Cacafogo: Thou art deceiv'd, I will take. Michael Perez: To clear your bargain now. Cacafogo: I'le take some ten, some any thing, some half ten, Half a Ducket. Michael Perez: An excellent lapidary set these stones sure, Do you mark their waters? Cacafogo: Quick-sand choak their waters, And hers that bought 'em too, but I shall find her. Michael Perez: And so shall I, I hope, but do not hurt her, You cannot find in all this Kingdom, (If you had need of cozening, as you may have, For such gross natures will desire it often, 'Tis at some time too a fine variety,) A woman that can cozen ye so neatly, She has taken half mine anger off with this trick. [Exit. Cacafogo: If I were valiant now, I would kill this fellow, I have mony enough lies by me at a pinch To pay for twenty Rascals lives that vex me, 224] I'le to this Lady, there I shall be satisfied. [Exit. [Enter _Leon_, and _Margarita_.] Leon: Come, we'l away unto your country house, And there we'l learn to live contently, This place is full of charge, and full of hurry, No part of sweetness dwells about these cities. Margarita: Whither you will, I wait upon your pleasure; Live in a hollow tree Sir, I'le live with ye. Leon: I, now you strike a harmony, a true one, When your obedience waits upon your Husband, And your sick will aims at the care of honour, Why now I dote upon ye, love ye dearly, And my rough nature falls like roaring streams, Clearly and sweetly into your embraces. O what a Jewel is a woman excellent, A wise, a vertuous and a noble woman! When we meet such, we bear our stamps on both sides, And through the world we hold our currant virtues, Alone we are single medals, only faces, And wear our fortunes out in useless shadows, Command you now, and ease me of that trouble, I'le be as humble to you as a servant, Bid whom you please, invite your noble friends, They shall be welcome all, visit acquaintance, Goe at your pleasure, now experience Has link't you fast unto the chain of goodness: What noise is this, what dismal cry? [Clashing swords. A cry within, down with their swords.] Margarita: 'Tis loud too. Sure there's some mischief done i'th' street, look out there. Leon: Look out and help. [Enter a _Servant_.] Servant: Oh Sir the Duke _Medina_. Leon: What of the Duke _Medina_? Servant: