[Enter Servant.]

Servant: 

      Sir.

Leon: 

      Do you hear ho, go carry this unto your Mistris Sir,
      And let her see how much the King has honour’d me,
      Bid her be lusty, she must make a Souldier.

[Exit.

      [Enter Lorenzo.]

Lorenzo: 

      Sir,
      Go take down all the hangings,
      And pack up all my cloths, my plate and Jewels,
      And all the furniture that’s portable,
      Sir when we lye in garrison, ’tis necessary
      We keep a handsom port, for the Kings honour;
      And do you hear, let all your Ladies wardrobe
      Be safely plac’d in trunks, they must along too.

Lorenzo: 

      Whither must they goe Sir?

Leon: 

      To the wars, Lorenzo,
      And you and all, I will not leave a turn-spit,
      That has one dram of spleen against a Dutchman.

Lorenzo: 

      Why then St Jaques hey, you have made us all Sir,
      And if we leave ye—­does my Lady goe too?

Leon: 

      The stuff must goe to morrow towards the sea Sir,
      All, all must goe.

Lorenzo: 

      Why Pedro, Vasco, Dego,
      Come help me, come come boys, soldadocs, comrades,
      We’l fley these beer-bellied rogues, come away quickly.

[Exit.

Juan de Castro: 

      H’as taken a brave way to save his honour,
      And cross the Duke, now I shall love him dearly,
      By the life of credit thou art a noble Gentleman.

      [Enter Margarita, led by two Ladies.]

Leon: 

      Why how now wife, what, sick at my preferment? 
      This is not kindly done.

Margarita: 

      No sooner love ye,
      Love ye intirely Sir, brought to consider
      The goodness of your mind and mine own duty,
      But lose you instantly, be divorc’d from ye?
216] This is a cruelty, I’le to the King
      And tell him ’tis unjust to part two souls,
      Two minds so nearly mixt.

Leon: 

      By no means sweet heart.

Margarita: 

      If he were married but four daies as I am.

Leon: 

      He would hang himself the fifth, or fly his Country.

Margarita: 

      He would make it treason for that tongue that durst
      But talk of war, or any thing to vex him,
      You shall not goe.

Leon: 

      Indeed I must sweet wife,
      What shall I lose the King for a few kisses? 
      We’l have enough.

Margarita: 

      I’le to the Duke my cousin, he shall to th’ King.

Leon: 

      He did me this great office,
      I thank his grace for’t, should I pray him now,
      To undoe’t again? fye ’twere a base discredit.