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

Scene 12.

Enter 2. or 3. Doctors.

1. DOctor.

The Lady Sanspareile cannot live, for the hath no pulse.

2. Doctor.

No, she is descending to the grave.

3. Doctor.

But had we best tell her Father so?

1. Doctor.

No, by no means as yet.

2. Doctor.

Why not? he will know when she is dead.

Enter the Lady Mother Love, as to the Doctors.

Lady Mother Love.

Mr. Doctors, What, do you mean to let my Daugh∣ter dye? will you not prescribe something to give her?

1. Doctor.

Madam, we shall do our best, you may be confident.

Lady Mother.

What if you prescribed a Glister, or a Purge?

1. Doctor.

I shall not need Madam.

Lady Mother.

Why, if any one be sick, they ought to have some re∣medies applyed to them:

2. Doctor.

We shall consider what course is best to be taken.

Lady Mother Love.

For Gods sake do not neglect her.

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Enter Sir Thomas Father Love, to the Doctors.

Sir Thomas Father Love.

Mr. Doctors, what is your opinion of my Daughter?

1. Doctor.

Truly Sir, she is very dangerous sick.

Sir Thomas Father Love.

I can find no pulse she hath.

2. Doctor.

Nor we Sir, that makes us doubt her.

Father Love.

Pray consult about her what is best to be done.

1. Doctor.

We shall Sir.

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