Pray ye question him, and if you find him not
      Fit for your purpose, shake him off, there’s no harm
      Done.

Margarita: 

      Can you love a young Lady?  How he blushes!

Altea: 

      Leave twirling of your hat, and hold your head up,
      And speak to’th’ Lady.

Leon: 

      Yes, I think I can,
      I must be taught, I know not what it means Madam.

Margarita: 

      You shall be taught, and can you when she pleases
      Go ride abroad, and stay a week or two? 
      You shall have men and horses to attend ye,
      And mony in your purse.

Leon: 

      Yes I love riding,
      And when I am from home I am so merry.

Margarita: 

      Be as merry as you will:  can you as handsomely
      When you are sent for back, come with obedience,
      And doe your dutie to the Lady loves you?

Leon: 

      Yes sure, I shall.

Margarita: 

      And when you see her friends here,
      Or noble kinsmen, can you entertain
      Their servants in the Celler, and be busied,
      And hold your peace, what e’re you see or hear of?

Leon: 

      ’Twere fit I were hang’d else.

Margarita: 

      Let me try your kisses,
      How the fool shakes, I will not eat ye Sir,
186] Beshrew my heart he kisses wondrous manly,
      Can ye doe any thing else?

Leon: 

      Indeed I know not;
      But if your Ladiship will please to instruct me,
      Sure I shall learn.

Margarita: 

      You shall then be instructed: 
      If I should be this Lady that affects ye,
      Nay say I marry ye?

Altea: 

      Hark to the Lady.

Margarita: 

      What mony have ye?

Leon: 

      None Madam, nor friends,
      I wou’d doe any thing to serve your Ladiship.

Margarita: 

      You must not look to be my Mr Sir,
      Nor talk i’th’ house as though you wore the breeches,
      No, nor command in any thing.

Leon: 

      I will not,
      Alas I am not able, I have no wit Madam.

Margarita: 

      Nor do not labour to arrive at any,
      ’Twill spoil your head, I take ye upon charity,
      And like a Servant ye must be unto me,
      As I behold your duty I shall love ye,
      And as you observe me, I may chance lye with ye,
      Can you mark these?

Leon: 

      Yes indeed forsooth.

Margarita: 

      There is one thing,
      That if I take ye in I put ye from me,
      Utterly from me, you must not be sawcy,
      No, nor at any time familiar with me,
      Scarce know me, when I call ye not.