Duke of Medina: Have you no mercy? Margarita: Now you are frighted throughly, 232] And find what 'tis to play the fool in folly, And see with clear eyes your detested folly, I'le be your guard. Duke of Medina: And I'le be your true servant, Ever from this hour vertuously to love ye, Chastly and modestly to look upon ye, And here I seal it. Margarita: I may kiss a stranger, for you must now be so. [Enter _Leon_, _Juan_, _Alonzo_, _Sanchio_.] Leon: How do you my Lord, Me thinks you look but poorly on this matter. Has my wife wounded ye, you were well before, Pray Sir be comforted, I have forgot all, Truly forgiven too, wife you are a right one, And now with unknown nations I dare trust ye. Juan de Castro: No more feign'd fights my Lord, they never prosper. Leon: Who's this? the Devil in the vault? Altea: 'Tis he Sir, and as lovingly drunk, as though he had studied it. Cacafogo: Give me a cup of Sack, and kiss me Lady, Kiss my sweet face, and make thy Husband cuckold, An Ocean of sweet Sack, shall we speak treason? Leon: He is Devilish drunk. Duke of Medina: I had thought he had been a Devil. He made as many noises and as horrible. Leon: Oh a true lover Sir will lament loudly, Which of the butts is your Mistris? Cacafogo: Butt in thy belly. Leon: There's two in thine I am sure, 'tis grown so monstrous. Cacafogo: Butt in thy face. Leon: Go carry him to sleep, A fools love should be drunk, he has paid well for't too. When he is sober let him out to rail, Or hang himself, there will be no loss of him. [Exit _Caca._ and Servant. [Enter _Perez_, and _Estifania_.] Leon: Who's this? my Mauhound cousin? Michael Perez: Good Sir, 'tis very good, would I had a house too, For there is no talking in the open air, 233] My Tarmogant Couz, I would be bold to tell ye, I durst be merry too; I tell you plainly, You have a pretty seat, you have the luck on't, A pretty Lady too, I have mist both, My Carpenter built in a mist I thank him, Do me the courtesie to let me see it, See it but once more. But I shall cry for anger. I'le hire a Chandlers shop close under ye, And for my foolerie, sell sope and whip-cord, Nay if you do not laugh now and laugh heartily, You are a fool couz. Leon: I must laugh a little, And now I have done, couz thou shalt live with me, My merry couz, the world shall not divorce us, Thou art a valiant man, and thou shalt never want, Will this content thee? Michael Perez: