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

Scene 24.

Enter Mistris Trifle, and a Grave Matron••

MAtron.

What is the cause you weep?

Trifle.

Because my Father will not get me a Husband, and Mistris Fondly will have a Husband before I shall have one: for I hear she is to be maried, she is happier in her Parents than I am: for my Parents are unnatu∣ral, and take no care how to get me a Husband, and to see me maried.

Matron.

You may marry soon enough to repent.

Trifle.

I am sure I shall not repent: for to be a Wife, is a condition I am most desirous of, and cannot be happy any other way.

Matron.

And Wives think Maids only happy, because they are not vex'd nor troubled with a Husband.

Trifle.

Such women deserve no Husbands: for certainly a Husband is a joy and a comfort, as being a companion and a friend.

Matron.

But Husbands seldome keep in the company of their Wives, and many times, instead of a friend, prove an enemy.

Enter a Servant.

Trifle.

What, have you been at Mistris Fondly's House?

Servant.

Yes.

Trifle.

And have you inquir'd of her Maid as I bid you, whether the Re∣port is true, that her Mistris is to be maried?

Servant.

Yes.

Trifle.

And what said she?

Servant.

She said that a Gentleman did Treat with her Mistrisses Father, but they could not agree: for the Gentleman would have more portion than her Father would give, whereupon the Match is broke off.

Trifle.

I am glad of that: for I would not have her maried before me for all the World. But did you not see mistris Fondly?

Servant.

No: for her Maid said her Mistris, at the breaking off her Mari∣age, almost broke her heart: for she hath so afflicted her self, and hath so wept and sigh'd, as she is fallen sick, and keeps her Chamber.

Trifle.

Alas good Friend, I pity her extremely, but I will go with her, and try if I can comfort her.

Exeunt.