the Dutchesse of Malfy.
Car.
What is't?
Ant.
I doe wonder why hard-favour'd Ladies
For the most part, keepe worse-favour'd waieting women,
To attend them, and cannot endure faire-ones.
Duch.
Oh, that's soone answer'd.
Did you ever in your life know an ill Painter
Desire to have his dwelling next doore to the shop
Of an excellent Picture-maker? 'twould disgrace
His face-making, and undoe him: I pre-thee
When were we so merry? my haire tangles.
Ant.
'Pray-thee (Cariola) let's steale forth the roome,
And let her talke to her selfe: I have divers times
Serv'd her the like, when she hath chafde extreamely:
I love to see her angry: softly Cariola. Exeunt.
Duch.
Doth not the colour of my haire 'gin to change?
When I waxe gray, I shall have all the Court
Powder their haire, with Arras, to be like me:
You have cause to love me, I entred you into my heart
Before you would vouchsafe to call for the keyes.
We shall one day have my brothers take you napping:
Me thinkes his Presence (being now in Court)
Should make you keepe your owne Bed: but you'll say
Love mixt with feare, is sweetest: I'll assure you
You shall get no more children till my brothers
Consent to be your Ghossips: have you lost your tongue? 'tis welcome:
For know whether I am doomb'd to live, or die,
I can doe both like a Prince. Ferdinand gives her a ponyard.
Ferd.
Die then, quickle:
Vertue, where art thou hid? what hideous thing
Is it, that doth ecclipze thee?
Duch.
'Pray sir heare me:
Ferd.
Or is it true, thou art but a bare name,
And no essentiall thing?
Duch.
Sir:
Ferd.
Doe not speake.
Duch.
No sir:
I will plant my soule in mine cares, to heare you.
Ferd.
