_Ped._ These I think would be Offence enough, if their own indiscretions Would suffer 'em: two of the old seditious, When they want enemies, they are their own foes: Were they a little wiser, I should doubt 'em: Till when I'll ne'r break sleep, nor suffer hunger For any harm he shall receive: for 'tis as easie If he be guilty, to turn these two old men Upon their own throats, and look on, and live still, As 'tis to tell five pound: a great deal sooner, And so I'll to my meat, and then to hawking. [_Exit._
_Marc._ Sir, this is complement; I pray you leave me.
_Gent._ And only that I come to shew you.
_Gent._ So you may Plainly, not safely: For such difference As you have seen betwixt the sea and earth When waves rise high, and land would beat 'em back As fearful of Invasion; such we find When we land here at _Barcelona_.
_Gent._ Besides our General of the Galleys, fearing Your hasty nature, charg'd me not return Without you safe.
_Marc._ O Sir, that _Roderigo_ Is noble, and do's mistake my temper. There is not in the world, a mind less apt To conceive wrongs, or do 'em; has he seen me In all this voyage, in the which he pleases.
_En[t]er_ Eugenia, _with divers Attendants_.
To call me friend, let slip a hasty word? S'light Sir: yonder is a Lady va[il]d, For properness beyond comparison, And sure her face is like the rest: we'll see't.
_Gent._ Why? you are hasty Sir already: know you What 'tis you go about.
_Marc._ Yes, I would see The womans face.
_Gent._ By heaven you shall not do't: You do not know the custom of the place: To draw that curtain here, though she were mean, Is mortall.
_Marc._ Is it? earth must come to earth At last, and by my troth, I'll try it Sir.
_Gent._ Then I must hold you fast. By all the faith That can be plac'd in man, 'tis an attempt More dangerous than death, 'tis death and shame: I know the Lady well.
_Marc._ Is she a Lady? I shall the more desire to see her Sir.
_Gent._ She is _Alanso_'s wife, the Governor, A noble Gentleman.
_Marc._ Then let me go, If I can win her, you and I will govern This Town Sir, fear it not, and we will alter These barbarous customs then; for every Lady Shall be seen daily, and seen over too.
_Gent._ Come, do not jest, nor let your passions bear you To such wild enterprises: hold you still, For as I have a soul, you shall not do't. She is a Lady of unblemish'd fame, And here to offer that affront, were base: Hold on your way, and we will see the Town, And overlook the Ladies.