John Fletcher,
Rule a Wife, and Have a Wife
“ Margarita Weak in your blood you would say, How wretched is my case, willing to please ye, And find you so disable? Duke of Medina Believe me Lady. Margarita I know you will venture all you have to satisfy me, Your life I know, but is it fit I spoil ye, Is it my love do you think? Cacafogo below Here's to the Duke. Duke of Medina It nam'd me certainly, I heard it plainly sound. Margarita You are hurt mortally, And fitter for your prayers Sir than pleasure, What starts you make? I would not kiss you wantonly, For the world's wealth ”
