Pike. A royall bounty, which my memory
Shall never loose; no, nor these noble favours
Which from the Lady Marquesse Alquevezze
Raynd plenteously on me.
Alq. What did she to thee?
Gyr. How did she entertaine thee?
Pike. Rarely; it is a brave, bounteous, munificent, magnificent Marquezza! the great Turke cannot tast better meat then I have eaten at this ladies Table.
Alq. So, so.
Pike. And for a lodging, if the curtaines about my bed had bene cutt of Sunbeames, I could not lye in a more glorious Chamber.
Mac. You have something, then, to speake of our weomen when y'are in England.
Pike. This Box, with a gold chaine in't for my Wife & some pretty things for my Children, given me by your honourd Lady would else cry out on me. There's a Spanish shirt, richly lacd & seemd, her guift too; & whosoever layes a foul hand upon her linnen in scorne of her bounty, were as good flea[54] the Divells skin over his eares.
Mac. Well said: in England thou wilt drinke her health?
Pike. Were it a glasse as deepe to the bottome as a Spanish pike is long, an Englishman shall doe't. Her health, & Don Johns wives too.