_Per._ I have considered on't, and if you would go along with me to the governor, it would do much better. _Fisc._ No, no, that would make the matter more suspicious. The devil take thee for an impertinent cuckold! [_Aside._ _Per._ Well, I must go then. [_Exit_ PEREZ. _Jul._ Nay, there was never the like of him; but it shall not serve his turn, we'll cuckold him most furiously. _Enter_ PEREZ _again._ _Per._ I had forgot one thing; dear sweet-heart, go home quickly, and oversee our business; it won't go forward without one of us. _Fisc._ I warrant you, take no care of your business; leave it to me, I'll put it forward in your absence: Go, go, you'll lose your opportunity; I'll be at home before you, and sup with you to-night. _Per._ You shall be welcome, but-- _Fisc._ Three hundred quadruples. _Per._ That's true, but-- _Fisc._ But three hundred quadruples. _Per._ The devil take the quadruples! _Enter_ BEAMONT. _Beam._ There's my cuckold that must be, and my fellow swaggerer, the Dutchman, with my mistress: my nose is wiped to-day; I must retire, for the Spaniard is jealous of me. _Per._ Oh, Mr Beamont, I'm to ask a favour of you. _Beam._ This is unusual; pray command it, signior. _Per._ I am going upon urgent business; pray sup with me to-night, and, in the meantime, bear my worthy friend here company. _Beam._ With all my heart. _Per._ So, now I am secure; though I dare not trust her with one of them, I may with both; they'll hinder one another, and preserve my honour into the bargain. [_Exit._ _Beam._ Now, Mr Fiscal, you are the happy man with the ladies, and have got the precedence of traffic here too; you've the Indies in your arms, yet I hope a poor Englishman may come in for a third part of the merchandise. _Fisc._ Oh, sir, in these commodities, here's enough for both; here's mace for you, and nutmeg for me, in the same fruit, and yet the owner has to spare for other friends too. _Jul._ My husband's plantation is like to thrive well betwixt you. _Beam._ Horn him; he deserves not so much happiness as he enjoys in you; he's jealous. _Jul._ 'Tis no wonder if a Spaniard looks yellow. _Beam._ Betwixt you and me, 'tis a little kind of venture that we make, in doing this Don's drudgery for him; for the whole nation of them is generally so pocky, that 'tis no longer a disease, but a second nature in them. _Fisc._ I have heard indeed, that 'tis incorporated among them, as deeply as the Moors and Jews are; there's scarce a family, but 'tis crept into their blood, like the new Christians. _Jul._ Come, I'll have no whispering betwixt you; I know you were talking of my husband, because my nose itches. _Beam._ Faith, madam, I was speaking in favour of your nation: What pleasant lives I have known Spaniards to live in England. _Jul._ If you love me, let me hear a little.