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

Scene 5.

Enter Madam. Caprisia, and a Grave Matron.

MAtron.

Madamosel Caprisia, there is a Gentleman, one of my acquain∣tance doth desire to see you.

Madam. Capris.

He desires more than I do, for I never see a man, but I wish a vail before my sight, or one before his.

Matron.

Have you taken a surfeit of eyes, as you hate to look on a mans face.

Madam. Capris.

Yes, of wanton eyes, that skips from face to face, which makes me love the blind.

Matron.

I wonder whether the soul may be satisfied, or surfeit as the sen∣ses do.

Capris.

The thoughts, passions and appetites, which are begot betwixt the soul and senses, will surfeit, if they be over-fed.

Enter Monsieur Bon Compaignon.

Bon Compaignon.

What is that Lady that is over-fed?

Capris.

A fools-head.

Bon Compaignon.

How can a fools head be over-fed?

Capris.

With hearing and seeing more than it can digest into under∣standing.

Bon Compaignon.

You have not such a head, Lady, for your head is so full of wit, as it perpetually flows thorough your lips; yet whatsoever it doth re∣ceive, the Son of reason doth digest, and refines into spirits of senses.

Capris.

I must confess, my tongue is more fertil than my brain, the which comes more words from the one, than sense or reason from the other; but least I should over-fill your ears with my idle talks, I will leave you.

Ex.

Bon Compaignon.

And I will follow you, for my ears are unsatisfied, ha∣ving but a taste of her wit, which makes a greater appetite.

Bon Compaignon, and Matron Ex.