Scene 14.
Enter Madamoiselle Amor alone as musing to her self alone, then speaks.
MAdamoiselle Amor.
I will confess to him my Love, since my designs are Noble; but O for a woman to woo a man is against Nature, and seems too bold, nay impudent, only by a contrary custome; but why should not a woman confess she loves before she is wooed, when after a seeming coyness gives consent, as being won more by a Treaty than by Love, when her obscure thoughts know well her heart was his at first, bound as his prisoner, and only counterfeits a freedome; besides, it were unjust although an antient cu∣stome, if dissembling should be preferred before a Modern Truth, for length of Time and often practices makes not Falshood Truth, nor Wrong Right, nor Evill Good; then I will break down Customs Walls, and honest Truth shall lead me on.
Love plead my Sute, and if I be deny'd, My heart will break, and Death my Face will hide.Exit.