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

Scene 46.

Enter Mistris Parle, Mistris Fondly. Mistris Trifle, Mistris Vanity.

VAnity.

Let us strive to make the Bride jealous.

Parle.

That's impossible now; but you may not work to good effect some a half a year hence.

Fondly.

Why I have known a Bridegroom leer her the next day he was ma∣ried.

Trifle.

Perchance a Bridegroom may: for men are sooner cloy'd than women; but a Bride will fondly hang about her Husbands neck a week at least.

Parle.

A week? nay a moneth: for a woman is fond the first moneth, sick the second moneth, peevish the third moneth, coy the fourth moneth, false the fifth moneth, and Cuckolds her Husband the sixth moneth.

Fondly.

Then a maried man sprouts Horns in half a year.

Parle.

Yes: for they are set the day of his mariage, and some half a year after they are budded, but not so fully grown as to appear to the pub∣lick view.

Trifle.

But will nothing hinder the growth?

Parle.

No 'faith, but Death; and Death, like a Frost, doth nip those ten∣der buds.

Vanity.

Which death, the mans, or the womans?

Parle.

The womans: for if the man dies, and his Widow marries again, the dead Husband is horn'd in his Grave, and the living Husband is horn'd in his Bed.

Vanity.

Then their Horns may be put together, as Stags in Rutting∣time.

Fondly.

I had rather make Horns, than talk of Horns; therefore I'll go dance.

Exeunt.