Sanchio: 

      They say too
      She has a greedy eye that must be fed
      With more than one mans meat.

Alonzo: 

      Would she were mine,
      I would cater for her well enough; but Sanchio,
      There be too many great men that adore her,
      Princes, and Princes fellows, that claim priviledge.

Sanchio: 

      Yet those stand off i’th’ way of marriage,
      To be tyed to a man’s pleasure is a second labour.

Alonzo: 

      She has bought a brave house here in town.

Sanchio: 

      I have heard so.

Alonzo: 

      If she convert it now to pious uses,
      And bid poor Gentlemen welcome.

Sanchio: 

      When comes she to it?

Alonzo: 

      Within these two days, she is in the Country yet,
      And keeps the noblest House.

Sanchio: 

      Then there’s some hope of her,
      Wilt thou go my way?

Alonzo: 

      No, no, I must leave you,
      And repair to an old Gentlewoman
      That has credit with her, that can speak a good word.

Sanchio: 

      Send thee good fortune, but make thy Body sound first.

Alonzo: 

      I am a Souldier,
      And too sound a Body becomes me not;
      Farewel, Sanchio.

[Exeunt.

      [Enter a Servant of Michael Perez.]

Servant: 

      ’Tis this or that house, or I have lost my aim,
      They are both fair buildings, she walked plaguy fast,

      [Enter Estifania.]

      And hereabouts I lost her; stay, that’s she,
      ’Tis very she,—­she makes me a low court’sie,
      Let me note the place, the street I well remember.

[Exit.

      She is in again, certain some noble Lady. 
      How happy should I be if she love my master: 
176] A wondrous goodly house, here are brave lodgings,
      And I shall sleep now like an Emperour,
      And eat abundantly:  I thank my fortune,
      I’ll back with speed, and bring him happy tidings.

[Exit.

      [Enter three old Ladies.]

1 Lady: 

      What should it mean, that in such haste
      We are sent for?

2 Lady: 

      Belike the Lady Margaret has some business
      She would break to us in private.

3 Lady: 

      It should seem so. 
      ’Tis a good Lady, and a wise young Lady.

2 Lady: 

      And vertuous enough too I warrant ye
      For a young Woman of her years; ’tis pity
      To load her tender Age with too much Vertue.

3 Lady: 

      ’Tis more sometimes than we can well away with.

      [Enter Altea.]