You have scap'd by miracle, there is not in all _Spain_, A spirit of more fury than this fire drake. Leon: I see he is hasty, and I would give him leave 179] To beat me soundly if he would take my bond. Juan de Castro: What shall I do with this fellow? Alonzo: Turn him off, He will infect the camp with cowardise, If he goe with thee. Juan de Castro: About some week hence Sir, If I can hit upon no abler officer, You shall hear from me. Leon: I desire no better. [Exit. [Enter _Estifania_, and _Perez_.] Michael Perez: You have made me now too bountifull amends, Lady For your strict carriage when you saw me first, These beauties were not meant to be conceal'd, It was a wrong to hide so sweet an object, I cou'd now chide ye, but it shall be thus, No other anger ever touch your sweetness. Estifania: You appear to me so honest, and so civil, Without a blush Sir, I dare bid ye welcom. Michael Perez: Now let me ask your name. Estifania: 'Tis _Estifanie_, the heir of this poor place. Michael Perez: Poor do you call it? There's nothing that I cast mine eyes upon, But shews both rich and admirable, all the rooms Are hung as if a Princess were to dwell here, The Gardens, Orchards, every thing so curious: Is all that plate your own too? Estifania: 'Tis but little, Only for present use, I have more and richer, When need shall call, or friends compel me use it, The sutes you see of all the upper chamber, Are those that commonly adorn the house, I think I have besides, as fair, as civil, As any town in _Spain_ can parallel. Michael Perez: Now if she be not married, I have some hopes. Are you a maid? Estifania: You make me blush to answer, I ever was accounted so to this hour, And that's the reason that I live retir'd Sir. Michael Perez: Then would I counsel you to marry presently, 180] (If I can get her, I am made for ever) For every year you lose, you lose a beauty, A Husband now, an honest careful Husband, Were such a comfort: will ye walk above stairs? Estifania: This place will fit our talk, 'tis fitter far Sir, Above there are day-beds, and such temptations I dare not trust Sir. Michael Perez: She is excellent wise withal too. Estifania: You nam'd a husband, I am not so strict Sir, Nor ti'd unto a Virgins solitariness, But if an honest, and a noble one, Rich, and a souldier, for so I have vowed he shall be, Were offer'd me, I think I should accept him, But above all he must love. Michael Perez: He were base else, There's comfort ministred in the word souldier, How sweetly should I live! Estifania: