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

Scene 3.

Enter Madamosel Caprisia, as at the door meets Monsieur Importunate, he stops her passage.

MOnsieur Importunate.

You shall not pass, untill you have paid me a tri∣bute.

Madam. Caprisia.

What Tribute?

Monsieur Importunate.

A kiss.

Madam. Capris.

I will pay no such tribute, for I will bring such a number of words armed with such strong reasons, as they shall make my way.

Monsieur Importunate.

Your words will prove poor Pilgrims, which come to offer at the Altar of my lips.

Madam. Capris.

Nay, rather than so, they shall come as humble Petitioners, and as it were, kneeling at your heart, shall with innocency beg for gentle ci∣vility.

Monsieur Importunate.

I will shut the gates of my ears against them, and my lips as a bar shall force them back, being a precise factious rout.

Madam. Capris.

Satire shall lead my sharp words on, break ope those gates, and anger like consuming fire shall both destroy your will and base desire.

Monsieur Importunate.

I will try that.

Madam. Capris.

But I will rather make a safe retreat, than venture, least your rude strength might overcome my words.

She goeth back, he follows her

Monsieur Importunate.

I will march after, at the heels of you.

Ex.