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

Scene 12.

Enter the Creating Princess, and her Husband.

CReating Princess.

Have I married you who was a mean fellow, and have not I made you a Prince, and you to deny to pay my Debts?

Husband.

But I thought you would have rather inricht me, than have made me poorer than I was.

Creating Princess.

Have I not inriched you with Titles? do not all my Ser∣vants call you Prince? and do not all the Trades-men where we buy all our Commodities, when they come to our Palace do the same, call you Prince, and doe you reverence?

Husband.

Yes for hopes of gain.

Creating Princess.

I am sure you will gain little reputation or respect if you carry your self so sneakingly as you do, whereas you should carry your self like a Prince, bravely.

Husband.

Put when all our money is gone we shall be but poor Princes: I had better have keep to my Trade than to have been a Prince, where if I had I should have been rich, now I shall be a Beggar.

Creating Princess.

You are so mean a fellow as you cannot be sensible of the honour and dignity I have bestowed upon you.

Exeunt.