the Dutchesse of Malfy.
You have tane my cares upon you.
Ant.
I'le fetch your Grace the
Particulars of your revinew, and expence.
Duch.
Oh, you are an upright treasurer: but you mistooke,
For when I said I meant to make enquiry,
What's layd up for to morrow: I did meane
What's layd up yonder for me.
Ant.
Where?
Duch.
In Heaven,
I am making my will, (as 'tis fit Princes should
In perfect memory) and I pray Sir, tell me
Were not one better make it smiling, thus?
Then in deepe groanes, and terrible ghastly lookes,
As if the guifts we parted with, procur'd
That violent distruction?
Ant.
Oh, much better.
Duch.
If I had a husband now, this care were quit:
But I intend to make yon Over-seer;
What good deede, shall we first remember? say.
Ant.
Begin with that first good deed, began i'th'world,
After mans creation, the Sacrament of marriage,
I'ld have you first provide for a good husband,
Give him all.
Duch.
All?
Ant.
Yes, your excellent selfe.
Duch.
In a winding sheete?
Ant.
In a cople.
Duch.
St. Winfrid, that were a strange will.
Ant.
'Twere strange if there were no will in you
To marry againe.
Duch.
What doe you thinke of marriage?
Ant.
I take't, as those that deny Purgatory,
It locally containes, or heaven, or hell,
There's no third place in't.
Duch.
How doe you affect it?
Ant.
My banishment, feeding my mellancholly,
Would often reason thus.
Duch.
