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

Scene 41.

Enter Madamosel Caprisia, alone.

CApris.

Thoughts be at rest, for since my love is honest, and the person I love worthy, I may love honourably, for he is not only learned with study, experienced with time and practice, but he is natures favourite, she hath endued his soul with uncontrouled reason, his mind with noble thoughts, his heart with heroick generosity, and his brain with a supream wit; Besides, she hath presented his judgement and understanding, with such a clear Pro∣spective-glasse of speculations, and such a Multiplying-glass of conception, as he seeth farther, and discerns more into natures works, than any man she hath made before him.

She slops a little time, then speaks.

But let me consider? I have us'd this worthy Gentleman uncivilly, nay rudely, I have dispised him; wherefore he cannot love me, for nature ab∣hors neglect, and if he cannot love me in honesty, he ought not to marry me, and if I be not his wife, for certain I shall dye for love, or live a most un∣happy life, which is far worse than death. Hay ho!

Enter Madam la Mere her Mother.

Mere.

What, Daughter, sick with love?

Capris.

O, Mother? love is a Tyrant, which never lets the mind be at rest, and the thoughts are the torments, and when the mind is tormented, the bo∣dy is seldom in health.

Mere.

Well, to ease you, I will go to this Lord Generosity, and pray him to give you a visit.

Capris.

By no means, Mother, for I had rather dye with love, than live to be despised with scorn, for he will refuse your desires, or if he should come, it would be but to express his hate, or proudly triumph on my unhappy state.

Madamosel Caprisia goes out.

Madamosel Mere alone.

Mere.

She is most desperately in love, but I will endeavour to settle her mind.

Ex.