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

Scene 9.

Enter Monsieur Esperance, and Madamoiselle Espe∣rance his Wife.

MOnsieur Esperance.

Lord Wife you are very brave to day.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

I strive to be so every day.

Monsieur Esperance.

For whose sake.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

For yours.

Monsieur Esperance.

For mine? why sure that is not so, for certainly you would not take that pains, and bestow so much cost, for one you do enjoy allready, for a Husband that is tied to you for life, and cannot quit on Ho∣nourable terms; wherefore it is for one is loose and free, which you do strive by setting forth your self with garments rich, for to attract, and draw to your desires.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

The Circumference of my desires is only your delight.

Monsieur Esperance.

Why, my delight is in your Virtue, youth, and Beau∣ty, not in your Cloathes.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

But Virtue is best acceptable, when Beauty doth present it; and Beauty finds most favour, when well attired; but were I sure you would like me better in mean Garments, and careless dresses, I then should Cloath my self in Freez, & like a Hermit my loose course Garments ty with single cord about my waste; but I will go and pull these Cloaths off, since they are thought a crime, and I thought false for wearing them.

Monsieur Esperance.

No, I like them very well, if I were sure they were worn only for love to me.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

I never gave you cause to think I wear them for the love of any other.

Exeunt.