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. 7.
Enter the Lord General, and Affectionata.
LOrd Singularity.

My Affectionata I wonder you could suffer an accusati∣on so patiently knowing you were accused falsly.

Affectionata.

The clearnesse of my innocency needed not the fury of a vio∣lent passion to defend it, neither could passion have rectified an injury.

Lord Singularity.

Tis true, yet passion is apt to rise in defence of innocen∣cy, and honour.

Affectionata.

And many times passion (my Lord) destroye; the life in striving to maintaine the truth, and defend the innocent; but I find a passio∣nate sorrow that your Lordship must go to indanger your life in the warrs again.

Lord Singularity.

The warrs is pastime to me, for I hate idlenesse, and no imployment pleases me better than fighting, so it be in a good cause, but you shall stay.

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Affectionata.

Why my Lord, are you weary of my service?

Lord Singul.

Know I am carefull of thy safety, thy rest and peace, for shouldst thou not come near danger, yet the very tragical aspect will terrefie thee to death, thou art of so tender a nature, so soft and sweet a dispo∣sition.

Affectionata.

Truly my Lord, if you leave me behind you, the very fear of your life will kill me, where if your Lordyship will let me go, love will give me courage.

Lord Singul.

Then let me tell you, you must not go, for I have adopted you my Son, and I have setled all my Estate upon thee, where, if I am killed, you shall be my Heir, for I had rather vertue should inherit my Estate than birth, yet I charge thee take my Name upon thee, as well as my Estate unto thee.

Affectionata.

My noble Lord, I should be prouder to bear your name, than to be Master of the whole World, but I shall never be so base to keep my self in safety, in hope of your Estate, wherefore must intreat your leave to go with you.

Lord Singul.

I will not give you leave, but command you to the contrary, which is to stay.

Affectionata.

I cannot obey you in this, for love will force me to run after you.

Lord Singul.

I will have you lash'd, if you offer to go.

Affectionata.

Stripes cannot stay me!

Lord Singul.

I will have you tyed, and kept by force.

fectionata.

By Heaven, my Lord, i'l tear my flesh, and break my bones to get lose, and if I have not legs to run, i'l creep thorough the Earth like worms, for though I shall move but slowly, yet it will be a satisfaction to my soul, that I am travelling after you,

Lord Singularity.

Affectionata, You anger me very much.

Affectionata.

Indeed my Lord, you grieve me more than I can anger you.

Affectionata weeps.
Lord Singularity.

What, do you crie! and yet desire to be a souldier?

Affectionata.

A valiant heart, my Lord, may have a weeping eye to keep it company.

Lord Singularity.

If no perswasion can stay you, you must go along with me.

Affectionata bows, as giving his Lord thanks.
Exeunt.
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