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

Scene 3.

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

MOnsieur Esperance.

Wife, why art thou all undrest to day?

Madamoiselle Esperance.

The truth is, I am become negligent in dressing, since you only esteem my Virtue, not my Habit,

Monsieur Esperance.

I would have you change into as many several dres∣ses, as Protheus shapes; for it is not the dress can make me Jealous now, for I am confident no Vanity can corrupt thy Virtue, but that thy Virtue can con∣vert Vanity to a pious use or end.

Madamoiselle.

Well Husband, I shall study to form my self, and fashion my dress, both to your fancy and desire.

Monsieur Esperance.

Do so Wife.

Monsieur Esperance goes out.

Madamoiselle Esperance alone.

Madamoiselle Esperance.

Ha, is my Husband so confident of me, it is an ill sign from extreme Jealousy, to an extreme Confidence, the next will be a Carelessness, and then a Neglect, and there is nothing my Nature doth more abhor than neglect, for Jealousy proceeds from Love, but Neglect proceeds from a despising, if not a hating; besides, he desires variety of dresses, which shows my Beauty is vaded, or he is weary in viewing of one object often; but I sit••d his humour is wandring, and seeks for change, if he should prove false, O how unhappy should I be, for I am naturally honest, also my birth and education hath been honest; besides my affections are so fixt as not to be removed: thus I am tyed, and cannot take liberty which other women do, for no divert the sorrows of my heart, or to revenge my wrongs; but I shall mourn, and weep my self to Water, and sigh my self to Ayre.

Exit.