Scene 38.
Enter Nurse Fondly, and Foster Trusty.
NUrse Fondly.
O Husband! This is the joyfullest day that ever I had in my whole life, except at mine own wedding.
Foster Trusty.
Indeed, this day is a day of Iubile.
Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.
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- Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.
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- Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674.
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- 1662.
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Nurse Fondly.
Of Iuno, say you; but Husband, have you provided good chear, and enough; for here are a world of Guests come, more than was invited, and you being Master Steward, will be thought too blame, if there be any thing wanting.
Foster Trusty.
If you be as carefull to dress the Brides Chamber, as I to provide for the bridal Guest, you nor I shall be in a fault.
Nurse Fondly.
I saith, if you have done your part, as I have done my part, we shall deserve praise.
Foster Trusty.
I saith, we are almost so old, that we are almost past praise.
Nurse Fondly.
None can merit praise, but those in years; for all Worthy, Noble and Heroick Acts requires time to do them, and who was ever wise, that was young?
Foster Trusty.
And few are praised that are old, for as fame divulgeth merits, so time wears out praise, for time hath more power than fame, striving to destroy what fame desires to keep. The truth is, time is a Glutton, for he doth not only strive to destroy what fame divulgeth, but what himself begets and produceth.
Exeunt.