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

Scene 19.

Enter two Scriveners Wives.

1. Wife.

VVElcome Mistriss Ink-pot, whether are you going so hastily?

2. Wife.

Truly Mistriss Paper, I am going to her Highness the Comical Dutchess, for I hear she is brought abed of a sweet young Princess.

1. Wife.

Is she so? I am glad her Highness pain is past, with all my heart.

2. Wife.

So am I, for now we shall have Dancing again, as soon as her Month is past.

1. Wife.

Yes, for she will send for us all, as soon as she is able to dance.

2. Wife.

Yes that she will, and give us all Favours to wear for her sake.

1. Wife.

But to some she gives her Picture too.

2. Wife.

Yes, but those she gives her Picture too, are of a higher De∣gree.

1. Wife.

By your favour, we are of as high a Degree as most that visit her.

2. Wife.

Yes, of the female Sex, but not of the Masculine Sex; for there are great Persons that visit her.

1. Wife.

Very few, but only of the Red Oker Nation, or some Strangers that are Travellers, that visit her, as they pass other waies, else the men that visit her, are of as inferior degree as we, as Fidlers, Dancers, Players, and the like.

2. Wife.

By your favour, there are sometimes Burgers and Gentlemen.

1. Wife.

Yes sometimes, when she sends for to invite them to dance, or intreats them to come and visit her; and then she presents them with her Co∣lours.

Exeunt.