Margarita: 

      I do command ye from me, thou poor fellow,
      Thou cozen’d Fool.

Leon: 

      Thou cozen’d Fool? ’tis not so,
      I will not be commanded:  I am above ye: 
      You may divorce me from your favour, Lady,
      But from your state you never shall, I’ll hold that,
      And then maintain your wantonness, I’ll wink at it.

Margarita: 

      Am I braved thus in mine own house?

Leon: 

      ’Tis mine, Madam,
205] You are deceiv’d, I am Lord of it, I rule it and all that’s in’t;
      You have nothing to do here, Madam;
      But as a Servant to sweep clean the Lodgings,
      And at my farther will to do me service,
      And so I’ll keep it.

Margarita: 

      As you love me, give way.

Leon: 

      It shall be better,
      I will give none, Madam,
      I stand upon the ground of mine own Honour,
      And will maintain it, you shall know me now
      To be an understanding feeling man,
      And sensible of what a Woman aims at,
      A young proud Woman that has Will to sail with,
      An itching Woman, that her blood provokes too,
      I cast my Cloud off, and appear my self,
      The master of this little piece of mischief,
      And I will put a Spell about your feet, Lady,
      They shall not wander but where I give way now.

Duke of Medina: 

      Is this the Fellow that the People pointed at,
      For the meer sign of man, the walking Image? 
      He speaks wondrous highly.

Leon: 

      As a Husband ought, Sir,
      In his own house, and it becomes me well too,
      I think your Grace would grieve if you were put to it
      To have a Wife or Servant of your own,
      (For Wives are reckon’d in the rank of Servants,)
      Under your own roof to command ye.

Juan de Castro: 

      Brave, a strange Conversion, thou shalt lead
      In chief now.

Duke of Medina: 

      Is there no difference betwixt her and you, Sir?

Leon: 

      Not now, Lord, my Fortune makes me even,
      And as I am an honest man, I am nobler.

Margarita: 

      Get me my Coach.

Leon: 

      Let me see who dares get it
      Till I command, I’ll make him draw your Coach too,
      And eat your Coach, (which will be hard diet)
      That executes your Will; or take your Coach, Lady,
      I give you liberty, and take your People
      Which I turn off, and take your Will abroad with ye,
      Take all these freely, but take me no more,
206] And so farewel.

Duke of Medina: 

      Nay, Sir, you shall not carry it
      So bravely off, you shall not wrong a Lady
      In a high huffing strain, and think to bear it,
      We stand not by as Bawds to your brave fury,
      To see a Lady weep.