[Enter Leon.]

Margarita: 

      ’Tis well Altea. 
      It should be so, my ward I must preserve him. 
      Who sent for him, how dare he come uncall’d for,
      His bonnet on too?

Altea: 

      Sure he sees you not.

Margarita: 

      How scornfully he looks!

Leon: 

      Are all the chambers
      Deckt and adorn’d thus for my Ladies pleasure? 
      New hangings every hour for entertainment,
      And new plate bought, new Jewels to give lustre?

Servant: 

      They are, and yet there must be more and richer,
      It is her will.

Leon: 

      Hum, is it so? ’tis excellent,
      It is her will too, to have feasts and banquets,
      Revells and masques.

Servant: 

      She ever lov’d ’em dearly,
      And we shall have the bravest house kept now Sir,
      I must not call ye master she has warn’d me,
      Nor must not put my hat off to ye.

Leon: 

      ’Tis no fashion,
      What though I be her husband, I am your fellow,
      I may cut first.

Servant: 

      That’s as you shall deserve Sir.

Leon: 

      And when I lye with her.

Servant: 

      May be I’le light ye,
      On the same point you may doe me that service.

      [Enter 1 Lady.]

1 Lady: 

      Madam, the Duke Medina with some Captains
      Will come to dinner, and have sent rare wine,
      And their best services.

Margarita: 

      They shall be welcom,
194] See all be ready in the noblest fashion,
      The house perfum’d, now I shall take my pleasure,
      And not my neighbour Justice maunder at me. 
      Go, get your best cloths on, but till I call ye,
      Be sure you be not seen, dine with the Gentlewomen,
      And behave your self cleanly Sir, ’tis for my credit.

      [Enter 2 Lady.]

2 Lady: 

      Madam, the Lady Julia.

Leon: 

      That’s a bawd,
      A three pil’d bawd, bawd major to the army.

2 Lady: 

      Has brought her coach to wait upon your Ladiship,
      And to be inform’d if you will take the air this morning.

Leon: 

      The neat air of her nunnery.

Margarita: 

      Tell her no, i’th’ afternoon I’le call on her.

2 Lady: 

      I will Madam.
          
                                                     [Exit.

Margarita: 

      Why are not you gone to prepare your self,
      May be you shall be sewer to the fire course,
      A portly presence, Altea he looks lean,
      ’Tis a wash knave, he will not keep his flesh well.