Altea: 

      Good morrow, Ladies.

All: 

      ’Morrow, my good Madam.

1 Lady: 

      How does the sweet young Beauty, Lady Margaret?

2 Lady: 

      Has she slept well after her walk last night?

1 Lady: 

      Are her dreams gentle to her mind?

Altea: 

      All’s well,
      She’s very well, she sent for you thus suddenly
      To give her counsel in a business
      That much concerns her.

2 Lady: 

      She does well and wisely,
      To ask the counsel of the ancientst, Madam,
      Our years have run through many things she knows not.

Altea: 

      She would fain marry.

1 Lady: 

      ’Tis a proper calling,
      And well beseems her years, who would she yoke with?

Altea: 

      That’s left to argue on, I pray come in
      And break your fast, drink a good cup or two,
      To strengthen your understandings, then she’l tell ye.

2 Lady: 

      And good wine breeds good counsel. 
      We’l yield to ye.

[Exeunt.

177]
      [Enter Juan de Castro, and Leon.]

Juan de Castro: 

      Have you seen any service?

Leon: 

      Yes.

Juan de Castro: 

      Where?

Leon: 

      Every where.

Juan de Castro: 

      What office bore ye?

Leon: 

      None, I was not worthy.

Juan de Castro: 

      What Captains know you?

Leon: 

      None, they were above me.

Juan de Castro: 

      Were you never hurt?

Leon: 

      Not that I well remember,
      But once I stole a Hen, and then they beat me;
      Pray ask me no long questions, I have an ill memory.

Juan de Castro: 

      This is an Asse, did you never draw your sword yet?

Leon: 

      Not to do any harm I thank Heaven for’t.

Juan de Castro: 

      Nor ne’r ta’ne prisoner?

Leon: 

      No, I ran away,
      For I had ne’r no mony to redeem me.

Juan de Castro: 

      Can you endure a Drum?

Leon: 

      It makes my head ake.

Juan de Castro: 

      Are you not valiant when you are drunk?

Leon: 

      I think not, but I am loving Sir.

Juan de Castro: 

      What a lump is this man,
      Was your Father wise?

Leon: 

      Too wise for me I’m sure,
      For he gave all he had to my younger Brother.

Juan de Castro: 

      That was no foolish part I’le bear you witness. 
      Canst thou lye with a woman?