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

Scene 22.

Enter the Lord Singularity, and Affectionata.

LOrd Singularity.

Now Affectionata, we have taken our leave of the States: I hope thy mind is at peace, and freed from fears of being staid.

Affectionata.

Yes my my Lord.

Lord Singularity.

They did perswade thee much to stay.

Affectionata.

They seemed much troubled for your Lordships depar∣ture.

Lord Singularity.

Truly I will say thus much for my self, that I have done them good service, and I must say thus much for them, that they have rewar∣ded me well.

Affectionata.

I have heard, my Lord, that States seldom rewards a service done; wherefore I believe, they hope you will return again, and sees you for that end.

Lord Singularity.

I shall not be unwilling when my Country hath no im∣ployment for me.

Affectionata.

Methinks, my Lord, since you have gotten afame abroad, you should desire to live a setled life at home.

Lord Singularity.

A setled life would seem but dull to me that hath no wife nor children.

Affectionata.

You may have both, If you please, my Lord.

Lord Singularity.

For children I desire none, since I have thee, and wives I care not for, but what are other mens.

Enter a Messenger with a Letter to the Lord Singularity.

Lord Singularity.

From whence comest thou friend?

Messenger.

From Rome, my Lord.

Lord Singularity.

If you please to stay in the next room, I shall speak to you presently.

Messenger Exit.

The Lord Singularity breaks up the Letter and reads.

Lord Singularity.

Affectionata, From whence do you think this Letter comes?

Affectionata.

I cannot guess, my Lord.

Lord Singularity.

From the Pope, who hath heard so much of thy youth, vertue, wit and courage, as he desires me to pass thorough Rome im my jour∣ney home, that he might see thee.

Affectionata.

Pray Heaven his Holynesse doth not put me into a Monaste∣ry, and force me to stay behind you.

Lord Singularity.

If he should, I will take the habit, and be incloistered with thee; but he will not inforce a youth that hath no will thereto.

Affectionata.

Truly my Lord, I have no will to be a Fryer.

Lord Singularity.

Indeed it is somewhat too lazie a life, which all heroick Spirits shames, for those loves liberty and action: But I will go and dispatch this Messenger, and to morrow we will begin our journey.

Exeunt.