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

Scene 2.

Enter Monsieur Esperance, and his Wife Madamoi∣selle Esperance.

MOnsieur Esperance.

Surely Wife you do not love me, you are not any way kind to me.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

True Love Husband, is not so fond as ser∣viceable.

Monsieur Esperance.

But true Love will express it self sometimes: for if you did truly Love me, you would hang about my Neck, as if you meant to dwell there.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

If I thought my kindness might not Surfet your af∣fection, I would hang about your Neck, as the Earth to the Center, and as you move should bear me still about you; but I am afraid if overfond, you should be weary of me, and account me a trouble, and I had rather starve all my delights, than make you loath my Company.

Monsieur Esperance.

This is but an excuse Wife.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

Why are you Jealouse, that you think my words speak not my thoughts? have I behaved my self so indiscreetly, or have my actions been so light, as you believe I shall be wanton?

Monsieur Esperance.

No, I do not fear your Virtue.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

Do you fear my Indiscretion?

Monsieur Esperance.

I hope you will give me no cause to fear, although Husbands are oftner dishonoured by their Wives Indiscretions, than their Inconstant affections.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

Pray be confident, that I shall have a greater care of your Honour, than of my own Life.

Exeunt.