Would I were married, I would find that Wisdom,
With a light rein to rule my Wife: if ever Woman
Of the most subtile mould went beyond me,
I would give the Boys leave to whoot me out o'th' Parish.

[Enter a Servant.]

Servant:

Sir, there be two Gentlewomen attend to speak
With you.

Juan de Castro:

Wait on 'em in.

Michael Perez:

Are they two handsome Women?

Servant:

They seem so, very handsom, but they are vail'd, Sir.

Michael Perez:

Thou put'st sugar in my mouth, how it melts with me!
I love a sweet young Wench.

Juan de Castro: