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

Scene 41.

Enter the Lady VVanton, and the Lady Procurer.

LAdy Wanton.

Pray Madam inform me where Monsieur Amorous is, for I have sent two or three times to his Lodging, and my Messenger is an∣swered still he is from home.

Procurer.

He is a wanderer.

Wanton.

I think he is wandred into some other parts of the World, for after he went from us, I sent a dozen Letters, whilst I staid in the Country, and received not one answer.

Procurer.

Faith Madam Monsieur Amorous is one of the lasiest of Mankind.

Wanton.

I am resolv'd when I see him to chide him, for I could not con∣veniently do it when he came to give me thanks for my present.

Enter Sir Thomas Cuckold.

Procurer.

Sir Thomas Cuckold, you are welcome to the Town, for though I have had the Honour to see your Lady two or three times, yet I could not got a sight of you never since you came out of the Country.

Cuckold.

My Wife did wish for your Company whilst we were in the Country, a hundred times.

Procurer.

I should be glad to be in any place, to do my Lady Service.

Cuckold.

I was abroad even now, where I met Monsicur Amorous, who lookt upon me as if he knew me not, or rather as if he did despise me.

Procurer.

Perchance he did not know you.

Cuckold.

His memory must be very short, if he could forget me so soon.

Wanton.

Perchance Husband you lookt strangely upon him.

Cuckold.

Truly Wife I went to imbrace him, as I was used to do, with kind love, and he crost the street to shun me.

Wanton.

I dare lay my life it is some mistake Husband.

Procurer.

Friends (Sir Thomas) must never be exceptious.

Cuckold.

I am not apt to be exceptious, I will assure you Madam no Man is freer from that humour than I am.

Exeunt.