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

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Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.
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Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674.
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London :: Printed by A. Warren, for John Martyn, James Allestry, and Tho. Dicas ...,
1662.
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Scene 9.
Enter Nurse Fondley, and Foster Trusty her Husband.
NUrse Fondly.

How shall I keep your Journey secret, but that every body will know of it.

Foster Trusty.

We will give out that such a deep melancholly have seized on her, since her Fathers death, as she hath made a vow not to see any crea∣ture besides your self for two years; As for me, that I have lived so solitary a life with my solitary Master, this Ladies Father, that I have few or no acquain∣tance; besides, I will pretend some business into some other parts of the King∣dom, and I having but a little Estate, few will inquire after me.

Nurse Fondly.

So in the mean time I must live solitary, all alone, without, my Husband, or Nurse-childe, which Childe, Heaven knows, I love better, than if I had one living of my own.

Foster Trusty.

I am as fond of her, as you are, and Heaven knows, would most willingly sacrifice my old life, could it do her any ser∣vice.

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Nurse Fondly.

But we indanger her life, by the consenting to this journey, for she that hath been bred with tenderness and delicateness, can never indure the coldes and heats, the dirt and dust that Travellers are subject to; Besides, to be disturbed and broaken of her sleep, and to have ill Lodging, or per∣haps none at all, and then to travel a foot like a Pilgrim: Her tender feet will never indure the hard ground, nor her young legs never able to bear her body so long a journey.

Foster Trusty.

Tis true, this journey may very much incommode her, yet if she doth not go to satisfie her mind, I cannot perceive any hopes of life, but do foresee her certain death; for her mind is so restless, and her thoughts works so much upon her body, as it begins to waste, for she is become lean and pale.

Nurse Fondly.

Well! Heaven bless you both, and prosper your journey, but pray let me hear often from you, for I shall be in great frights and fears.

Foster Trusty.

If we should write, it may chance to discover us, if our Let∣ters should be opened, wherefore you must have patience.

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