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

Scene 38.

Enter Monsieur Malateste, and Madam Malateste.

MOnsieur Mal.

I hear Wife that you are going to the Metropolitan City.

Madam.

Yes Husband: for I find my self much troubled with the Spleen, and therefore I go to try if I can be cur'd.

Monsieur.

Why, will the City cure the Spleen?

Madam.

Yes, for it is the only remedy: for melancholy must be diverted with divertisements; besides, there are the best Physicians.

Monsieur.

I will send for some of the best and most famous Physicians from thence, if you will stay.

Madam.

By mo means: for they will exact so much upon your impor∣tance, as they will cost more money than their journey is worth.

Monsieur.

But Wife, it is my delight and profit to live in the Country; besides, I hate the City.

Madam.

And I hate the Country.

Monsieur.

But every good Wife ought to conform her self to her Hus∣bands humours and will.

Madam.

But Husband, I profess my self no good Wife: wherefore I will follow my own humour.

Exit Madam.

He alone.

Monsieur Malateste.

I finde there is no crossing her, she will have her Will.

Exit.