_Enter_ PEREZ.

Well said, in faith, old Devil! Let thee alone, when once a man is
plotting villany, to find him a fit instrument. This Spanish captain,
who commands our slaves, is bold enough, and is beside in want, and
proud enough to think he merits wealth.

_Per._ This Fiscal loves my wife; I am jealous of him, and yet must
speak him fair to get my pay; O, there is the devil for a Castilian,
to stoop to one of his own master's rebels, who has, or who designs to
cuckold him.--[_Aside._]--[_To_ FISCAL.] I come to kiss your hand
again, sir; six months I am in arrear; I must not starve, and
Spaniards cannot beg.

_Fisc._ I have been a better friend to you, than perhaps you think,
captain.

_Per._ I fear you have indeed. [_Aside._

_Fisc._ And faithfully solicited your business; send but your wife
to-morrow morning early, the money shall be ready.

_Per._ What if I come myself?

_Fisc._ Why ye may have it, if you come yourself, captain; but in case
your occasions should call you any other way, you dare trust her to
receive it.

_Per._ She has no skill in money.