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.
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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 the Lord General, and Affectionata.
LOrd Singul.

Affectionata, I hear thou hast bought Arms, I am sure thou canst not fight.

Affectionata,

I am sure I will do my indeavour, my Lord.

Lord Singularity.

Why, the very weight of thy Arms will sink thee down.

Affectionata.

O no, my Lord; my desire shall beat them up.

Lord Singul.

Alas, thou halt no strength to fight?

Affectionata.

What strength my active body wants, my vigorous spirits shall make good.

Lord Singul.

Prethee, my boy, do not adventure thy self, but stay in my Tent.

Affectionata.

That would be a shame for me, and a dishonour to you, since you have adopted me your son, wherefore the World shall never say, you have bestowed your favour and your love upon a coward.

Lord Singularity.

I well perceive I have adopted a very willfull boy?

Affectionata.

Indeed, my Lord, I have no will, but what doth follow you.

The General strokes Affectionata on the cheek.
Exeunt.
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