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.
Author
Newcastle, Margaret Cavendish, Duchess of, 1624?-1674.
Publication
London :: Printed by A. Warren, for John Martyn, James Allestry, and Tho. Dicas ...,
1662.
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Scene 1.
Enter the Lady Bashfulls Chamber-maid, and Mrs. Reformer her woman.
REformer.

This dumb Lower is the most diligent'st servant that ever was, and methinks my Lady is somewhat more confi∣dent than she was; for she will sit and read whilst he sits by.

Maid.

Doth she read to him?

Reformer.

No, she reads to herself.

Maid.

There comes abundance of Gallants to visit my Lady every day, and they have all one answer, that is, she is not willing to receive visits, and they all go civilly away, unless Sir Humphry Bold and he rails horri∣bly.

Reformer.

I have received from several Gentlemen, above 20. Letters a day, and as fast as they come, she makes me burn them.

Maid.

But she reads them first.

Reformer.

No, I read them to her.

Maid.

And doth she answer all those Letters?

Reformer.

She never answered one in her life, and I dare swear, she never will.

The Lady Bashfull calls, as within another Room.
Reformer.

Madam!—

Exeunt.
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