Leon: 

      I think I could make shift Sir,
      But I am bashfull.

Juan de Castro: 

      In the night?

Leon: 

      I know not,
      Darkness indeed may do some good upon me.

Juan de Castro: 

      Why art thou sent to me to be my officer,
      I, and commended too, when thou darst not fight?

Leon: 

      There be more officers of my opinion,
      Or I am cozen’d Sir, men that talk more too.

Juan de Castro: 

      How wilt thou scape a bullet?

Leon: 

Why by chance,
178] They aim at honourable men, alas I am none Sir.

Juan de Castro: 

      This fellow has some doubts in’s talk that strike me,

      [Enter Alonzo.]

      He cannot be all fool:  welcom Alonzo.

Alonzo: 

      What have you got there, temperance into your company? 
      The spirit of peace? we shall have wars

      [Enter Cacafogo.]

      By th’ounce then.  O here’s another pumpion,
      Let him loose for luck sake, the cram’d son
      Of a stay’d Usurer, Cacafogo, both their brains butter’d,
      Cannot make two spoonfulls.

Cacafogo: 

      My Father’s dead:  I am a man of war too,
      Monyes, demesns; I have ships at sea too,
      Captains.

Juan de Castro: 

      Take heed o’th’ Hollanders, your ships may leak else.

Cacafogo: 

      I scorn the Hollanders, they are my drunkards.

Alonzo: 

      Put up your gold Sir, I’le borrow it else.

Cacafogo: 

      I am satisfied, you shall not,
      Come out, I know thee, meet mine anger instantly.

Leon: 

      I never wrong’d ye.

Cacafogo: 

      Thou hast wrong’d mine honor,
      Thou look’dst upon my Mistris thrice lasciviously,
      I’le make it good.

Juan de Castro: 

Do not hea[t] your self, you will surfeit.

Cacafogo: 

Thou wan’st my mony too, with a pair of base bones,
In whom there was no truth, for which I beat thee,
I beat thee much, now I will hurt thee dangerously. 
This shall provoke thee.

[He strikes.

Alonzo: 

You struck too low by a foot Sir.

Juan de Castro: 

You must get a ladder when you would beat
This fellow.

Leon: 

I cannot chuse but kick again, pray pardon me.

Cacafogo: 

Had’st thou not ask’d my pardon, I had kill’d thee,
I leave thee as a thing despis’d, assoles manus a vostra siniare
a Maistre.

[Exit Cacafogo.

Alonzo: 

You have scap’d by miracle, there is not in all Spain,
A spirit of more fury than this fire drake.