Michael Perez: 

      Mine was i’th’ clipse, and had a Cloud drawn over it. 
      But I believe well, and I hope ’tis handsome,
      She had a hand would stir a holy Hermite.

Juan de Castro: 

      You know none of ’em?

Michael Perez: 

      No.

Juan de Castro: 

      Then I do, Captain,
174] But I’ll say nothing till I see the proof on’t,
      Sit close Don Perez, or your Worship’s caught. 
      I fear a Flye.

Michael Perez: 

      Were those she brought Love-Letters?

Juan de Castro: 

      A Packet to a Kinsman now in Flanders,
      Yours was very modest methought.

Michael Perez: 

      Some young unmanag’d thing,
      But I may live to see—­

Juan de Castro: 

      ’Tis worth experience,
      Let’s walk abroad and view our Companies.

[Exeunt.

      [Enter Sanchio, and Alonzo.]

Sanchio: 

      What, are you for the Wars, Alonzo?

Alonzo: 

      It may be I,
      It may be no, e’n as the humour takes me. 
      If I find peace amongst the female Creatures,
      And easie entertainment, I’ll stay at home,
      I am not so far obliged yet to long Marches
      And mouldy Biskets, to run mad for Honour,
      When you are all gone I have my choice before me.

Sanchio: 

      Of which Hospital thou wilt sweat in; wilt thou
      Never leave whoring?

Alonzo: 

      There is less danger in’t than gunning, Sanchio,
      Though we be shot sometimes, the shot’s not mortal,
      Besides, it breaks no limbs.

Sanchio: 

      But it disables ’em,
      Dost thou see how thou pull’st thy legs after thee, as they
      Hung by points.

Alonzo: 

      Better to pull ’em thus than walk on wooden ones,
      Serve bravely for a Billet to support me.

Sanchio: 

      Fye, fye, ’tis base.

Alonzo: 

      Dost thou count it base to suffer? 
      Suffer abundantly? ’tis the Crown of Honour;
      You think it nothing to lie twenty days
      Under a Surgeons hands that has no mercy.

Sanchio: 

      As thou hast done I am sure, but I perceive now
      Why you desire to stay, the orient Heiress,
      The Margarita, Sir,

Alonzo: 

      I would I had her.

Sanchio: 

They say she will marry.
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Alonzo: 

      I think she will.

Sanchio: 

      And marry suddenly, as report goes too,
      She fears her Youth will not hold out, Alonzo.

Alonzo: 

      I would I had the sheathing on’t.