Leon:
They are tears
of anger, I beseech ye note ’em, not worth pity,
Wrung from her
rage, because her Will prevails not,
She would swound
now if she could not cry,
Else they were
excellent, and I should grieve too,
But falling thus,
they show nor sweet nor orient.
Put up my Lord,
this is oppression,
And calls the
Sword of Justice to relieve me,
The law to lend
her hand, the King to right me,
All which shall
understand how you provoke me,
In mine own house
to brave me, is this princely?
Then to my Guard,
and if I spare your Grace,
And do not make
this place your Monument,
Too rich a Tomb
for such a rude behaviour,
I have a Cause
will kill a thousand of ye, mercy forsake me.
Juan de Castro:
Hold, fair Sir,
I beseech ye,
The Gentleman
but pleads his own right nobly.
Leon:
He that dares
strike against the husbands freedom,
The Husbands Curse
stick to him, a tam’d Cuckold,
His Wife be fair
and young, but most dishonest,
Most impudent,
and have no feeling of it,
No conscience
to reclaim her from a Monster,
Let her lye by
him like a flattering ruine,
And at one instant
kill both Name and Honour,
Let him be lost,
no eye to weep his end,
Nor find no earth
that’s base enough to bury him.
Now Sir, fall
on, I am ready to oppose ye.
Duke of Medina:
I have better thought, I pray Sir use your Wife well.
Leon:
Mine own humanity
will teach me that, Sir,
And now you are
all welcome, all, and we’ll to dinner,
This is my Wedding-day.
Duke of Medina:
I’ll cross your joy yet.
Juan de Castro:
I made seen a
miracle, hold thine own, Souldier,
Sure they dare
fight in fire that conquer Women.
Sanchio:
H’as beaten all my loose thoughts out
of me,
207] As if he had thresht ’em out o’th’
husk.
[Enter Perez.]
Michael Perez:
’Save ye, which is the Lady of the house?
Leon:
That’s she,
Sir, that pretty Lady,
If you would speak
with her.
Juan de Castro:
Don Michael, Leon, another darer come.
Michael Perez:
Pray do not know
me, I am full of business,
When I have more
time I’ll be merry with ye.
It is the Woman:
good Madam, tell me truly,
Had you a Maid
call’d Estifania?
Margarita:
Yes truly, had I.
Michael Perez:
Was she a Maid do you think?
Margarita:
I dare not swear
for her,
For she had but
a scant Fame.