Michael Perez: 

      Let ’em be known and honest,
      And do my service to your niece.

Estifania: 

      I shall Sir,
      But if I come not at my hour, come thither,
      That they may give you thanks for your fair courtesy,
      And pray ye be brave for my sake.

Michael Perez: 

      I observe ye.
          
                                                     [Exeunt.

      [Enter Juan de Castro, Sancho, and Cacafogo.]

Sanchio: 

      Thou art very brave.

Cacafogo: 

      I have reason, I have mony.

Sanchio: 

      Is mony reason?

Cacafogo: 

      Yes and rime too Captain,
      If ye have no mony y’are an Asse.

Sanchio: 

      I thank ye.

Cacafogo: 

      Ye have manners, ever thank him that has mony.

Sanchio: 

      Wilt thou lend me any?

Cacafogo: 

      Not a farthing Captain,
      Captains are casual things.

Sanchio: 

      Why so are all men, thou shalt have my bond.

Cacafogo: 

      Nor bonds nor fetters Captain,
      My mony is mine, I make no doubt on’t.

Juan de Castro: 

What dost thou do with it?
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Cacafogo: 

      Put it to pious uses,
      Buy Wine and Wenches, and undo young Coxcombs
      That would undo me.

Juan de Castro: 

      Are those Hospitals?

Cacafogo: 

      I first provide to fill my Hospitals
      With Creatures of mine own, that I know wretched,
      And then I build:  those are more bound to pray for me: 
      Besides, I keep th’ inheritance in my Name still.

Juan de Castro: 

      A provident Charity; are you for the Wars, Sir?

Cacafogo: 

      I am not poor enough to be a Souldier,
      Nor have I faith enough to ward a Bullet;
      This is no lining for a trench, I take it.

Juan de Castro: 

      Ye have said wisely.

Cacafogo: 

      Had you but my money,
      You would swear it Colonel, I had rather drill at home
      A hundred thousand Crowns, and with more honour,
      Than exercise ten thousand Fools with nothing,
      A wise Man safely feeds, Fools cut their fingers.

Sanchio: 

      A right State Usurer; why dost thou not marry,
      And live a reverend Justice?

Cacafogo: 

      Is’t not nobler to command a reverend Justice, than to be one? 
      And for a Wife, what need I marry, Captain,
      When every courteous Fool that owes me money,
      Owes me his Wife too, to appease my fury?

Juan de Castro: 

      Wilt thou go to dinner with us?