Oh sweet Gentleman, is almost slain. Margarita: Away away and help him, all the house help. [Exit _Servant_. Leon: How slain? why Margarita, Why wife, sure some new device they have a foot again, 225] Some trick upon my credit, I shall meet it, I had rather guide a ship Imperial Alone, and in a storm, than rule one woman. [Enter Duke, _Margarita_, _Sanchio_, _Alonzo_, Servant.] Margarita: How came ye hurt Sir? Duke of Medina: I fell out with my friend the noble Coronel, My cause was naught, for 'twas about your honour: And he that wrongs the Innocent ne'r prospers, And he has left me thus for charity, Lend me a bed to ease my tortur'd body, That e're I perish I may show my penitence, I fear I am slain. Leon: Help Gentlemen to carry him, There shall be nothing in this house my Lord, But as your own. Duke of Medina: I thank ye noble Sir. Leon: To bed with him, and wife give your attendance. [Enter _Juan_.] Juan de Castro: Doctors and Surgions. Duke of Medina: Do not disquiet me, But let me take my leave in peace. [Ex. Duke, _Sanchio_, _Alon._ _Marg._ Servant. Leon: Afore me 'Tis rarely counterfeited. Juan de Castro: True, it is so Sir, And take you heed, this last blow do not spoil ye, He is not hurt, only we made a scuffle, As though we purpos'd anger; that same scratch On's hand he took, to colour all and draw compassion, That he might get into your house more cunningly. I must not stay, stand now, and y'are a brave fellow. Leon: I thank ye noble Coronel, and I honour ye. [Exit _Juan_. Never be quiet? [Enter _Margarita_.] Margarita: He's most desperate ill Sir, I do not think these ten months will recover him. Leon: Does he hire my house to play the fool in, 226] Or does it stand on Fairy ground, we are haunted, Are all men and their wives troubled with dreams thus? Margarita: What ail you Sir? Leon: Nay what ail you sweet wife, To put these daily pastimes on my patience? What dost thou see in me, that I should suffer thus, Have not I done my part like a true Husband, And paid some desperate debts you never look'd for? Margarita: You have done handsomely I must confess Sir. Leon: Have I not kept thee waking like a hawk? And watcht thee with delights to satisfy thee? The very tithes of which had won a Widow. Margarita: Alas I pity ye. Leon: Thou wilt make me angry, Thou never saw'st me mad yet. Margarita: You are alwaies, You carry a kind of bedlam still about ye. Leon: