Estifania: 

Sir, you must pardon me,
Women of our sort, that maintain fair memories,
And keep suspect off from their Chastities,
Had need wear thicker Vails.

Michael Perez: 

      I am no blaster of a Ladies Beauty,
      Nor bold intruder on her special favours,
      I know how tender Reputation is,
      And with what guards it ought to be preserv’d, Lady,
      You may to me.

Estifania: 

      You must excuse me, Seignior, I come
      Not here to sell my self.

Michael Perez: 

      As I am a Gentleman, by the honour of a Souldier.

Estifania: 

      I believe you,
      I pray you be civil, I believe you would see me,
      And when you have seen me I believe you will like me,
      But in a strange place, to a stranger too,
      As if I came on purpose to betray you,
      Indeed I will not.
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Michael Perez: 

      I shall love you dearly,
      And ’tis a sin to fling away affection,
      I have no Mistress, no desire to honour
      Any but you, will not this Oyster open? 
      I know not, you have struck me with your modesty;
      She will draw sure; so deep, and taken from me
      All the desire I might bestow on others,
      Quickly before they come.

Estifania: 

      Indeed I dare not: 
      But since I see you are so desirous, Sir,
      To view a poor face that can merit nothing
      But your Repentance.

Michael Perez: 

      It must needs be excellent.

Estifania: 

      And with what honesty you ask it of me,
      When I am gone let your man follow me,
      And view what house I enter, thither come,
      For there I dare be bold to appear open: 
      And as I like your vertuous carriage then,

      [Enter Juan, Clara, a Servant.]

      I shall be able to give welcome to you;
      She hath done her business, I must take my leave, Sir.

Michael Perez: 

      I’ll kiss your fair white hand and thank you, Lady. 
      My man shall wait, and I shall be your Servant;
      Sirrah, come near, hark.

Servant: 

      I shall do it faithfully.
          
                                                     [Exit.

Juan de Castro: 

      You will command me no more services?

Clara: 

To be careful of your noble health, dear Sir,
That I may ever honour you.

Juan de Castro: 

I thank you,
And kiss your hands, wait on the Ladies down there.

[Exeunt Ladies, and Servants.

Michael Perez: 

You had the honour to see the face that came to you?

Juan de Castro: 

And ’twas a fair one; what was yours, Don Michael?