Enter Leonardo, and Don Zanchio (carried by two Servants in a chair.)
Draw but according to your entertainment;
Five Nobles worth of fury.
Leo. Signior Alphonso,
I hope no discontent from my Will given,
Has made ye shun my house: [I ever lov'd ye.]
An credit me amongst my fears 'tis greatest
To minister offences.
Alph. O good Signior
I know ye for Italian breed, fair tongu'd,
Spare your Apologies, I care not for 'em,
As little for your love Sir; I can live
Without your knowledge, eat mine own, and sleep
Without dependences, or hopes upon ye.
I come to ask my Daughter.
Leo. Gentle Sir.
Alph. I am not gentle Sir, nor gentle will be
Till I have justice, my poor child restor'd
Your caper-cutting boy has run away with.
Young Signior smooth-face, he that takes up wenches
With smiles, and sweet behaviors, Songs, and Sonnets,
Your high fed Jennet, that no hedge can hold
They say you bred him for a Stallion.
Zanch. Fie Signior, there be times, and terms of honor
To argue these things in, descidements able
To speak ye noble Gentlemen, ways punctual
And to the life of credit, ye are too rugged.
Alph. I am too tame Sir.
Leo. Will ye hear but reason?
Alph. No, I will hear no reason: I come not hither
To be popt off with reason; reason then.