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

Scene 14.

Enter Mother Matron, Bon' Esprit, Portrait, Faction, Ambition, Pleasure

MAtron.

I can tell you News, Ladies.

Portrait.

What News, Mother Matron?

Matron.

Why there is a rich young Heir come to Town.

Superbe.

Some foolish Son of a miserable Father, who hath spared from his back and belly, to make his Son vain and prodigal. But what shall we be the better for this rich Heir?

Matron.

Why marry if you can get him, you will be so much the better as a rich Husband can make you.

Ambition.

He will first be got by the Cheats in the Town, which Cheats have more subtilty, and will be more industrious to get him, than the young∣est and beautifullest, and wittyest Lady of us all; so as there is no hopes of gaining him, until he is so poor, as he is not worth the having.

Faction.

But if he could be had whilest he were rich, it were no great vi∣ctory; for I dare say his Mothers Landry-maid might be as soon a Conque∣ress, as a great Lady: But if we could conquer and imprison Monsieur Sa∣tyrical in Loves Fetters, that would be a Conquest worthy Fames Trum∣pet.

Pleasure.

O that would be such an Exploit, as it would be an Honour to our Sex.

Bon' Esprit.

There is nothing I desire more, than to be she that might in∣fetter him.

Portrait.

I long to insnare him.

Ambition.

So do I.

Bon' Esprit.

Faith I will lay an Ambuscado for him.

Matron.

Fie Ladies, sie, I am asham'd to hear the Designs you have no catch Monsieur Satyrical; such Fair, Young, Noble Ladies to be so wan∣ton, as none will content you but a wilde, rough, rude Satyr.

Bon' Esprit.

If I were sure there were no other ways to get him, I would become a Wood-nymph for his sake.

Matron.

You have forgot the Nymph that was turned into a Bear.

Bon' Esprit.

O she was one of cruel Diana's Nymphs; but I will be none of her Order.

Matron.

No, I dare swear you will not; for 'tis unlikely you should, when you desire to imbrace a Satyr.

Bon' Esprit.

I do not desire to imbrace him, but to enamour him.

Matron.

Well, Ladies, your Parents gave you to my Care and Charge; but since you are so wilde, to talk of nothing but Nymphs, Woods, and Sa∣tyrs, I will resigne up the Trust which was imposed on me, to your Pa∣rents again; for I will not adventure my Reputation with such wanton young Ladies.

Bon' Esprit.

Mother Matron, let me tell thee, thy Reputation is worn out of thee, Time hath devoured it, and therefore thou hast no Reputation to lose.

Exeunt.