'Pray thee let him alone, he is not worth thy anger.
All that he do's (_Leandro_) is for my good,
I think there's not a Gentleman of _Spain_,
That has a better Steward, than I have of him.

_Hen_.

Your Steward Sir?

_Jam_.

Yes, and a provident one:
Why, he knows I am given to large expence,
And therefore lays up for me: could you believe else
That he, that sixteen years hath worn the yoke
Of barren wedlock, without hope of issue
(His Coffers full, his Lands and Vineyards fruitful)
Could be so sold to base and sordid thrift,
As almost to deny himself, the means
And necessaries of life? Alas, he knows
The Laws of _Spain_ appoint me for his Heir,
That all must come to me, if I out-live him,
Which sure I must do, by the course of Nature,
And the assistance of good Mirth, and Sack,
How ever you prove Melancholy.

_Hen_.

If I live,
Thou dearly shalt repent this.