Margarita: 

      I do Sir,
      ’Tis Estifania, that was once my woman.

Leon: 

      She writes to me here, that one Cacafogo
      An usuring Jewellers son (I know the Rascal)
      Is mortally faln in love with ye.

Margarita: 

      Is a monster, deliver me from mountains.

Leon: 

      Do you goe a birding for all sorts of people? 
      And this evening will come to ye and shew ye Jewels,
      And offers any thing to get access to ye,
      If I can make or sport or profit on him,
      (For he is fit for both) she bids me use him,
      And so I will, be you conformable, and follow but my will.

Margarita: 

      I shall not fail, Sir.

Leon: 

      Will the Duke come again do you think?

Margarita: 

      No sure Sir,
      H’as now no policie to bring him hither.

Leon: 

      Nor bring you to him, if my wit hold fair wife: 
      Let’s in to dinner.

[Exeunt.

      [Enter Perez.]

Michael Perez: 

      Had I but lungs enough to bawl sufficiently,
      That all the queans in Christendom might hear me,
222] That men might run away from contagion,
      I had my wish; would it were most high treason,
      Most infinite high, for any man to marry,
      I mean for any man that would live handsomely,
      And like a Gentleman, in his wits and credit. 
      What torments shall I put her to, Phalaris bull now,
      Pox they love bulling too well, though they smoak for’t. 
      Cut her apieces? every piece will live still,
      And every morsel of her will do mischief;
      They have so many lives, there’s no hanging of ’em,
      They are too light to drown, they are cork and feathers;
      To burn too cold, they live like Salamanders;
      Under huge heaps of stones to bury her,
      And so depress her as they did the Giants;
      She will move under more than built old Babel,
      I must destroy her.

      [Enter Cacafogo, with a Casket.]

Cacafogo: 

      Be cozen’d by a thing of clouts, a she moth,
      That every silkmans shop breeds; to be cheated,
      And of a thousand duckets by a whim wham?

Michael Perez: 

      Who’s that is cheated, speak again thou vision,
      But art thou cheated? minister some comfort: 
      Tell me directly art thou cheated bravely? 
      Come, prethee come, art thou so pure a coxcomb
      To be undone? do not dissemble with me,
      Tell me I conjure thee.

Cacafogo: 

      Then keep thy circle,
      For I am a spirit wild that flies about thee,
      And who e’re thou art, if thou be’st humane,
      I’le let thee plainly know, I am cheated damnably.