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

Scene 33.

Enter Monsieur Amorous, and the Lady Procurer, as Visitants to the Lady VVanton.

LAdy Procurer.

Well Monsieur Amorous, now I have brought you to this Lady, I will leave you to make your Complements, the whilst I will go, Madam, to your woman, to Mistris Watcher, and chide her for not send∣ing me that you promis'd me.

Wanton.

She is much asham'd for her forgetfulness, and had rather die than see you.

Exit Lady Procurer.

Monsieur Amorous seems to stagger, as being weak and faint, almost ready to fall into a Swoun; then takes his handkerchief, and wipes his face, as if he did sweat.

Wanton.

Are not you well Sir?

Amorous.

A sudden passion hath surrounded my Heart, and hath surpri∣zed my Senses, sending out cold damp sweats over all my body.

Wanton.

Sir, will you drink any cordial water?

He kisses her hand.

Amorous.

Lady, it was your Beauty that struck me with a trembling fear, and made my spirits faint; but this delicious kiss that I have taken from your hand, restores me more, and gives me greater strength than all the Spi∣rits Chymists can extract.

Wanton.

I perceive now it was a dissembling fit, and not a real sickness.

Amorous.

Misconstrue not my Admirations and Affections, which do a∣dore and worship you.

Wanton.

If we women should believe the words of men, they would make us more conceited of our selves than yet we are.

Amorous.

There are not thoughts to equal your great Beauty, nor words for to express it.

Enter the Lady Procurer in great haste.

Procurer.

Madam, Madam, your Husband is comming, your Husband is comming.

Wanton.

For Venus sake stay by me, Madam, that my Husband may see I have a woman in my company.

Enter Sir Thomas Cuckold, Sir Thomas and Monsieur Amorous congee to one another.

Amorous.

Sir, my ambition grew impatient to be acquainted, and to ren∣der my self, and offer my service to you Sir.

Cuckold.

Sir, I am your most humble Servant, and shall strive by all the ways I can to appear worthy your favours.

The Ladies speak familiarly.

Wanton.

Lord, Lady Procurer, how are you drest to day in a most careless fashion?

Procurer.

It is the mode, it is the mode to go undrest,

Cuckold.

Wife, this is not a fit room to entertain this noble Gentleman, Sir, will you be pleas'd to walk into another room?

Amorous.

All rooms are fine Sir, where you and your Virtuous La∣dy are.

Exeunt Sir Thomas Cuckold and Monsieur Amorous.

Procurer.

'Faith if I had not come running in before your Husband, he had catch'd you.

Lady Wanton claps the Lady Procurer on the cloaths.

VVanton.

'Faith Procurer, thou art such another Lady-wag, as all the Town cannot match thee.

Procurer.

I was, I was, but now I am grown old, I am grown old; but I was born to do good Offices.

Exeunt.