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

Scene 10.

Enter the Lady Jealousie, beating her Maid Nan.

JEalousie.

I will make you humbler than to give me such unmannerly words. What had you to do in my Husbands, your Masters Chamber?

Nan.

I went to speak with Tom my Masters barber.

Iealousie.

What had you to do with your Masters barber? I am sure you had no use for him; but I will beat you so, as you shall not be able to stir, much less to go frisking into your Masters Chamber so often as you do.

Falls a beating her again: Nan runs crying from her Lady, her Lady follows her. Enters Raillery Jester the Fool.

Fool.

What a Volly of words their gun-powder breath, and the fire-lock of their anger hath shot into my Ears, giving me no warning to baracade them up, but hath surprized my brain by their sudden assault, and hath blown up the Magazines of my Contemplations; but all creatures love to make a noise, beasts vocally, men verbally, and some actually in boyste∣rous deeds.

Enter Mistris Single.

Single.

How now Fool, what's the matter?

Fool.

Why this is the matter fool, thy Sister fool hath beaten her Maid fool, for kissing her Master fool.

Single.

For kissing her Masters fool, say you?

Fool.

Nay by'r Lady, if she had done so, she had been wise: for if she had kiss'd me, she had not been beaten; but she did not kiss me, Ergo she's a fool.

Exeunt.