Enter Juan de Castro, and Michael Perez.
Michael PerezAre your Companies full, Colonel?
Juan de CastroNo, not yet, Sir:Nor will not be this month yet, as I reckon;How rises your Command?
Michael PerezWe pick up still, and as our monies hold out,We have men come, about that time I thinkWe shall be full too, many young Gallants go.
Juan de CastroAnd unexperienced,The Wars are dainty dreams to young hot spirits,Time and Experience will allay those Visions,We have strange things to fill our numbers,There's one Don Leon, a strange goodly fellow,Recommended to me from some noble Friends,For my Alferes, had you but seen his Person,And what a Giants promise it protesteth.
Michael PerezI have heard of him, and that he hath serv'd before too.
Juan de CastroBut no harm done, nor never meant, Don Michael,That came to my ears yet, ask him a question,He blushes like a Girl, and answers little,To the point less, he wears a Sword, a good one,And good Cloaths too, he is whole skin'd, has no hurt yet,Good promising hopes, I never yet heard certainlyOf any Gentleman that saw him angry.
Michael PerezPreserve him, he'll conclude a peace if need be,Many as strong as he will go along with us,That swear as valiantly as heart can wish,Their mouths charg'd with six oaths at once, and whole ones,That make the drunken Dutch creep into Mole-hills.
Juan de Castro'Tis true, such we must look for: but Mich. Perez,When heard you of Donna Margarita, the great Heiress?
Michael PerezI hear every hour of her, though I never saw her,She is the main discourse: noble Don Juan de Castro,How happy were that man could catch this Wench up,And live at ease! she is fair, and young, and wealthy,Infinite wealthy, and as gracious tooIn all her entertainments, as men report.
Juan de CastroBut she is proud, Sir, that I know for certain,And that comes seldome without wantonness,He that shall marry her, must have a rare hand.
Michael PerezWould I were married, I would find that Wisdom,With a light rein to rule my Wife: if ever WomanOf the most subtile mould went beyond me,I would give the Boys leave to whoot me out o'th' Parish.
Enter a Servant.
ServantSir, there be two Gentlewomen attend to speakWith you.
Juan de CastroWait on 'em in.
Michael PerezAre they two handsome Women?
ServantThey seem so, very handsom, but they are vail'd, Sir.
Michael PerezThou put'st sugar in my mouth, how it melts with me!I love a sweet young Wench.
Juan de CastroWait on them in I say.
Michael PerezDon Juan.
Juan de CastroHow you itch, Michael! how you burnish!Will not this Souldiers heat out of your bones yet,Do your Eyes glow now?
Michael PerezThere be two.
Juan de CastroSay honest, what shame have you then?
Michael PerezI would fain see that,I have been in the Indies twice, and have seen strange things,But two honest Women;--one I read of once.
Juan de CastroPrithee be modest.
Michael PerezI'll be any thing....