Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.

Scene. 22.

Enter the Lord Singularity, and Affectionata.

He strokes Affectionata's head.

LOrd Singularity.

Affectionata, Thou art one of the diligent'st boys that had.

Affectionata.

How can I be otherwise, Sir, since you are the Governour of my soul, that commands the Fort of my passion, and the Castle of my ima∣ginations, which are the heart, and the head.

Lord Singularity.

Do you love me so much?

Affectionata.

So well my Lord, as you are the archetectour of my mind, the foundation of my thoughts, and the gates of my memories, for your will is the form, your happiness the level, and your actions the treasurie.

Lord Singularity.

Thy wit delights me more, than thy flattery perswades: for I cannot believe a boy can love so much; Besides, you have not served me so long, as to beget love.

Affectionata.

I have loved you from my infancy, for as I suck'd life from my Nurses breast, so did I Love from fames, drawing your praises forth, as I did milk, which nourished my affections.

Lord Singularity.

I shall strive; boy, to require thy love.

Affectionata.

To requite, is to return love for love.

Lord Singul.

By Heaven? I love thee, as a Father loves a son.

Affectionata.

Then I am blest,

Exeunt.