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

Scene 39.

Enter Sir Thomas Letgo, and the Lady Liberty.

Letgo.

Was it not enough to win, but to affront me with my losses?

Liberty.

Its true; they say Losers have only leave to speak, but Winners may be merry.

Letgo.

Was there no subject for his mirth but I?

Enter Sir William Holdfast, and his Mistris, the Lady Mute.

Letgo.

You are a false cheating fellow.

Holdfast.

You are a base lying Villain, for saying so.

Letgo.

You have cozen'd me of my Mistris, and I will have her again.

Holdfast.

I have won her saitly and honestly, and I will keep her with my Life.

They both draw and fight. Mute runs to Sir William Holdfast, and cries out.

Mute.

For Heaven-sake leave off to sight for me, I am not worth the life you hazard for me.

He speaks while he fights.

Holdfast.

Sweet Mistris, fear not, Death hath no power on me, so long as you stand by.

They fight still.

Mute.

O let my sad complaints, like murmuring Rivers, flow thorough your Ears, that running into your Heart, may move it to a gentle pity.

Enter company, and parts them.

Liberty.

You should have let them fight, to see whether Portune hath the same power on their Swords, as she hath on the Dice? whether she can dis∣pose of Life and Death, as of Honour and Riches?

Letgo.

You may part us now, but we shall meet again.

Sir Thomas and the company go out, only Sir William and the Lady Mute stays. The Lady Mute weeps.

Holdfast.

My dear Mistris, what makes your eyes to flow?

Mute.

As my tears flow thorough my eyes, so I wish my life may flow thorough my tears, then might you live in safety.

Holdfast.

Let not your love to me make waste of such Tears, that every drop might save a Life, nay save a Soul, they are so pure and penetrating. But your fears doe apprehend my Foe more dangerous than he is.

Exeunt.