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

Scene 2.

Enter Madamosel Volante, and Monsieur Bon Compaignon.

BOn Compaignon.

Lady, hearing of your great wit, I am come to prove report.

Madam. Volante.

You will find him a lyer, Sir.

Bon Compaignon.

I had rather report should be a lyer, than I a Lover.

Madam. Volante.

Why, then we agree in a mind, for I had rather be thought a fool, than to be troubled with a fools company.

Bon Compaignon.

You need not be troubled with that, for love is strongest absented.

Madam. Volante.

O! but there is an old Proverb, that love will break tho∣rough stone-walls, wherefore if you be in love, you will haunt me like a Fai∣ry, no locks nor bolts will keep you out, for fairy love will creep thorough a creavice.

Bon Compaignon.

Faith Lady! I find now, that love is the Queen of Fay∣ries, for it hath crept thorough the key-hole of my eares, and hath got into my head, and their dances such roundelayes, as makes my brain dissie.

Madam. Volante.

If once your brain begins to be dissie, your senses will stagger, and your reason will fall down from its feat, and when the reason is displaced, and the wit is distemper'd, the mind become mad, and to prevent the mischief that may follow, I will depart in time.

Ex.