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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1662.
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ACT II.

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.
Scene. 10.
Enter Sir Serious Dumb, and his Mistriss the Lady Bashfull.
SIr Serious Dumb.

The time I vowed to silence is expir'd, and though my thoughts not gloriously attired with Eloquence, for Rhetorick I have none, yet civil words, sit for to wait upon a modest Lady, and to entertain an honest mind with words of truth, though plain? For 'tis not Rhetorick makes a happy life, but sweet society, that's void of strife.

Lady Bashfull.

Sir Rhetorick is rather for sound than sense, for words than reason.

Sir Serious Dumb.

Yet my sweet Mistriss, I wish my voice were tuned to your eare, and every word set as a pleasing note to make such musick as might delight your mind.

Lady Bashfull.

Your words slow thorough my ears, as smooth, clear, pure water from the spring of Hellicon, which doth not only refresh, but inrich my dull insipid brain.

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Scene 11.
Enter a Captain and his Corporal.
COrporal.

The Turks never received such a blow, as they have this time?

Captain.

A pox of them, they have made us sweat?

Corporal.

Why Captain, sweating will cure the Pox, and though you curse the Turks, yet it is we that live in Italy, that is diseased with them.

Captain.

The truth is, we lost more health in the Venetian service, than we gain wealth.

Corporal.

Nay faith Captain, we do not only lose our health, but wast our wealth, for what booties we get from the Turks, the Courtezans gets from us.

Captain.

For that cause now I have gotten a good bootie, I will return into mine own Country, and buy a—

Corporal.

A what Captain?

Captain.

An Office in civil Government.

Corporal.

But you will never be civil in your Office.

Captain.

That needs not to be, for though all Magisterial Offices bears a civil Authority, yet the Officers and Magistrates therein, are more cruel and ravenons than common souldiers.

Corporal.

Verily Captain, I think common Souldiers are more mercifull and just than they.

Captain.

Verely Corporal, I think you will become a Puritan Preacher.

Corporal.

Why should you think so, Captain.

Captain.

First, because you have got the Pox, and that will make you Preach in their tone, which is, to speak thorough the nose; the next is, you have left the ranting Oaths that Souldier's use to swear, and use their phrases; as verily my beloved brethren, which brethrens souls, they care not for, nor thinks thereof, for though they speak to the brethren, they Preach to the si∣sters, which edifies wonderfully by their Doctrine, and they gain and receive as wonderfull from their female Hocks, for those Puritan Preachers have more Tithes out of the Marriage-bed, than from the Parish-stock.

Corporal.

If it be so beneficial, Captain, I had rather be a Puritan Preacher, than an Atheistical States-man.

Captain.

Faith Corporal, I think there is not much Religion in either, but if there be, it lies in the States-man, for he keeps Peace, the other makes War.

Corporal.

If they make wars; they are our friends, for we live by the spoils of our enemies.

Captain.

'Tis true, when as we get a victory, or else our enemies lives on the spoil of us, for though we have no goods to lose, yet we venture our lives, neither do we live on the spoil of our enemies, but only in forreign wars, for in civil wars we live by the spoil of our Friends, and the ruining of our Country.

Corporal.

Then we are only obliged to Preachers for civil wars.

Captain.

Faith Corporal, we are obliged to them for both; for as their fa∣etious Doctrine causes a Rebellion by railing on the Governours and Govern∣ments, so their flattering Sermons sets a Prince on fire, who burns in hot am∣bition to conquer all the World.

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Corporal.

These latter Preachers you mention, Captain, are not Puritan Preachers, but Royal Preachers.

Captain.

You are right Corporal, for they are divided in two parts, although their Doctrine meets at one end, which is in war.

Corporal.

Captain, you have discovered so fully of Preachers, that if you will give me leave, I will preach to our Company.

Captain.

Out you rogue, will you raise a war amongst our selves, causing a mutinie to cut one anothers throats?

Corporal.

Why Captain, it is the fashion and practice for Souldiers to Preach now adayes.

Captain.

That is amongst the Rebel party to keep up their faction, and to strengthen the flank thereof, but amongst the Royal party, the Preaching Mi∣nisters turn fighting Souldiers, incouraging with their good example, as by their valliant onsets, and not the Souldiers Preaching Ministers.

Corporal.

Why Captain, the Royal party needs no incouragement, the ju∣stice of their cause is sufficient.

Captain.

You say right, they want not courage to fight, but they want con∣science to plunder; Besides, the Royal party is apt to give quarter, which should not be, for Souldiers should destroy all they take in Civil-wars, by reason there is no gain to be made of their Prisoners, as by the way of Ran∣soms, but if we stay from our Company, our General will preach such a Ser∣mon, as may put us into despair of his favour, and indanger our lives at the Council of war.

Exeunt.
Scene 12.
Enter three or four Commanders.
1. COmmander.

I think our Generals new made son is a spirit; for when the General was surrounded with the Turks, this adopted Son of his flew about like lightening, and made such a massacre of the Turks, as they lay as thick upon the ground, as if they had been mushromes.

2. Commander.

Certainly the General had been taken Prisoner, if his Son had not rescued him, for the General had adventured too far into the enemies body.

1. Commander.

'Tis strange, and doth amaze me with wonder, to think how such a Willow-twig could bore so many mortal holes in such strong timber'd bodies as the Turks.

2. Commander.

By him one would believe miracles were not ceast.

3. Commander.

Well, for my part I will ask pardon of my General for condemning him privately in my thoughts, for I did think him the most fond, (I will not say what) for adopting a poor Beggar-boy for his son, and setled all his Estate, which is, a very great one upon him.

1. Commander.

The truth is, he is a very gallant youth, and if he lives and continues in the wars, he will prove a most excellent Souldier.

2. Commander.

Certainly he sprung from a Noble Stock, either by his Fa∣thers side, or by his Mothers.

1. Commander.

By his behaviour he seems Nobly born from both.

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3. Commander.

And by his poverty, Nobly born from neither.

1. Commander.

Mean persons may have wealth, and Noble births be Beggars.

Exeunt.
Scene 13.
Enter Affectionata in brave cloths, Hat and Feather, and a Sword by his side, and a great many Commanders following and attending him, with their Hats off, the whilst he holds off his Hat to them.
AFfectionata.

Gentlemen, I beseech you, use not this ceremonie to me, it belongs only to my Lord General.

Commanders.

Your merits and gallant actions deserves it from us; Besides, it is your due, as being the Generals adopted Son.

Affectionata.

My Lords favour may place a value on me, though I am poor in worth, and no wayes deserves this respect.

1. Commander.

Faith Sir, had it not been for you, we had lost the bat∣tel.

Affectionata.

Alas, my weak arm could never make a conquest, although my will was good, and my desire strong to do a service.

2. Commander.

Sir, the service was great, when you rescued our General, for when a General is taken or kill'd, the Armies are put to rout, for then the common Souldiers runs away, never stayes to fight it out.

Affectionata.

I beseech you Gentlemen, take not the honour from my Lord to give it me, for he was his own defence, and ruine to his enemies; for his valiant spirits shot thorouh his eyes, and struck them dead, thus his own cou∣rage was his own safety, and the Venetians victory.

Enter a Messenger from the Venetian-States to Affectionata, he bows to him.
Messenger.

Noble Sir, the Venetian-States hath made you Lieutenant Ge∣neral of the whole Armie, and one of the Council of War, where they de∣sire your presence.

Affectionata.

The honours they have given me, is beyond my manage∣ment.

Messenger Exit.
As Affectionata was going forth, enters some poor Souldiers Wives with Petitions, offers to present them to Affectionata.
1, Wife.

Good your Honour, speak in the behalf of my Petition.

2. Wife.

And mine.

3. Wife.

And mine.

Affectionata.

Good women, I cannot do you service, for if your Petitions are just, my Lord the General will grant your request, and if they be unjust, he will not be unjust in granting them for my intrearie, nor will I intreat there∣fore.

Wives.

If it please your Honour, we implore Mercy, not Justice.

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Affectionata.

Where Justice and Wisdom will give leave for Mercy, I am sure my Lord will grant it, otherwise, what you call mercy, will prove cruelty, and cause ruine and destruction.

Wives.

We beseech your Honour then, but to deliver our Petitious.

Affectionata.

For what are they?

Wives.

For the lives of our Husbands.

Affectionata.

Are they to be executed?

Wives.

They are condemned, and to be hanged to morrow, unless the Ge∣neral gives them pardons.

Affectionata.

What are their crimes?

1. Wife.

My Husband is to be hanged for plundering a few old rotten Houshold-goods.

Affectionata.

Give me your Petition, necessity might inforce him.

2. Wife.

My Husband is to be hanged for disobeying his Captain when he was drunk.

Affectionata.

When which was drunk? your Husband or his Captain?

Wife.

My Husband.

Affectionata.

Disobedience ought to be severely punished, yet because his reason was drowned in his drink, and his understanding smothered with the vapour thereof, whereby he knew not what he did, I will deliver your Pe∣tition.

Affectionata.

And what is yours?

3. Wife.

My Husband is to be hanged for ravishing a Virgin.

Affectionata.

I will never deliver a Petition for those that are Violaters of Virginity, I will sooner act the Hang-mans part my self to strangle him.

Affectionata.

And what is your Husbands crime?

4. Wife.

My Husband is to be hanged for murther.

Affectionata.

O horrid! They that murther, ought to have no mercy given to them, since they could give no mercy to others.

Wives.

Good your Honour.

Affectionata.

Nay, never press me, for I will never deliver your Petition.

Wives Exeunt.
Enter Commanders that were to be Cashiered (to Petition Affectionata.)
1. Captain.

Noble Sir, I come to intreat you to be my friend, to speak to the General in my behalf, that I may remain in my place, for I am to be ca∣shierd.

Affectionata.

For what?

1. Captain.

For a small fault, Sir, for when the battel was begun, I had such a cholick took me in the stomach, as I was forced to go aside, and untruss a point.

Affectionata.

It had been more for your honour, Captain, to had let nature discharge it self in your breeches. And what, are you cashiered Captain?

2. Captain.

Marry, for my good service, for when the battel begun, my Souldiers run away, and I run after to call them back, they run, and I rid so long, as we were gotten ten miles from the Armie, but I could not get them, untill such time as the battel was won.

Affectionata.

It had been more honour for you to have fought single alone without your Souldiers, than to have followed your Souldiers, although to make them stay, and you would have done more service with your standing still than your running; and what, are you to be cashiered?

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3. Captain.

Why Sir, my company wanted Powder, and I went to fetch or give order; for some to be brought, and before I returned to my Compa∣ny, the battel was won.

Affectionata.

It had been more for your honour and good service, to have stayed and incouraged your Souldiers by your example with sighting with your sword, for the sword makes a greater execution than the shot; but since they were not wilfull, nor malicious faults, I shall do you what service I can, for fear sometimes may seize the valiantest man. And what were your faults Colonel?

1. Colonel.

Mine was for betraying a Fort.

Affectionata.

O base! He that betrays a Fort, ventures to betray a Kingdom, which is millions of degrees worse than to betray a life, or a particular friend; for those that betrays a Kingdom, betrays numbers of lifes, and those that be∣trays their native Country, betrays that which gave them nourishing strength, and you have had great mercy in giving you your life, although you lose your place. And what was your fault?

Commander.

Mine was for neglecting the Watch.

Affectionata.

That is as bad as to give leave for the enemie to surprize, only the one betrays through carelesness, the other through covetousness. And what was your fault Colonel?

Colonel.

Mine was for disobeying the Generals Orders.

Affectionata.

Let me tell you Colonel, he that will not obey, is not fit to command; and those that commits careless, stubborn, malicious and wicked crimes; I will never deliver their Petition, nor speak in their behalf.

Commanders Exeunt.
Enter a poor Souldier.
Souldier.

Good your Honour save me from punishment.

Affectionata.

What are you to be punished for?

Souldier.

I am to be punished, because I said my Captain was a coward.

Affectionata.

What reason had you to say so?

Souldier.

The reason was, because he sung and whistled when he went to fight.

Affectionata.

That might be to shew his courage.

Souldier.

O no, it was to hide his fear.

Affectionata.

But you ought not to have called your Captain coward, had he been so; for the faults of Superiours are to be winked at, and obscured; and not to be divulged: Besides, yours was but a supposition, unless he ran away.

Souldier.

No Sir, he fought.

Affectionata.

Then you were too blame for judging so.

Souldier.

I confess it, Sir, wherefore pray speak for me.

Affectionata.

Indeed I cannot, for to call a man coward, is to kill, at least to wound his reputation, which is far worse, that if you had kill'd the life of his body; by how much honour is to be preferred before life; but if you can make your peace with your Captain by asking his pardon; I will then speak to the General, that the sentence for your punishment may be taken off, wherefore let me advise you to go to your Captain, and in the most humblest and sorrowfulst manner ask forgiveness of him.

Souldier.

I shall, and it please your Honour.

Exeunt.

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Scene 14.
Enter Sir Peaceable Studious solus.
Sir Peaceable Studious.
HOw happy is a private life to me; Wherein my thoughts ran easily and free; And not disturb'd with vanities and ioyes, On which the senses gazes, as young boys On watery bubbles in the aire blown, Which when they break, doth vanish and are gone.
Enter the Lady Ignorance.
Lady Ignorance.

I doubt I disturb your Poetry?

Sir P. Studious.

No wife, you rather give life and fire to my muse, being chaste, fair and vertuous, which are the chief theams for Poets fancies to work on.

Lady Ignorance.

But that wife that is despised by her Husband, and not lo∣ved, is dejected in her own thoughts, and her mind is so disquietted, as it masks her beauty, and vails, and obscures her vertues.

Sir P. Studious.

The truth is, wife, that if my affections to you, had not been firmly setled; your indiscretion and effeminate follies had ruined it, but my love is so true, as you have no cause to be jealouse; but I confess you made me sad, to think that your humour could not sympathize with mine, as to walk in the same course of life as I did, but you were ignorant and would not believe me, untill you had found experience by practice, by which pra∣ctice you have found my words to be true, do you not?

Lady Ignorance.

Yes, so true, as I shall never doubt them more; But pray Husband, tell me what discourse you had with the Ladies, when you went abroad with them?

Sir P. Studious.

Why, they railed against good Husbands, called them Uxorious Fools, Clowns, Blocks, Stocks, and that they were only fit to be made Cuckolds through their confident fondness, and that kind Husbands ap∣peared like simple Asses; I answered, that those Husbands that were Cuc∣kolds, appeared not only like silly Asses, but base Cowards, that would suffer their wives to be courted, and themselves dishonoured when they ought to destroy their wives Gallants, if visibly known, and to part from their wives, at least to mancor them, and not only for being falfe, but for the suspition caused by their indiscretions; otherwise said I, a kind Husband shews himself a Gal∣lant, Noble, Generous, Just, Wise man, and contrary, he is a base man, that will strive to disgrace himself, by disgracing his wife with neglects and disre∣spects; and a coward, to tyranize only over the weak, tender, and helpless Sex; for women being tender, shiftless, and timorous creatures by nature, is the cause they joyn themselves by chaste Wedlock to us men for their safety, protection, honour and livelyhood, and when a man takes a woman to his wife, he is an unworthy and treacherous person, if he betrays her to scorns, or yields her to scoffs, or leaves her to poverty; and he is a base man that makes

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his wife sigh and weep with unkindness either by words or actions, where∣fore said I, it is wisdom for men to respect their wives with a civil behaviour, and sober regard, and it is heroick to defend, protect and guard their lives and vertues, to be constant to their vows, promises and protestations, and it is ge∣nerous to cherish their health, to attend them in their sickness, to comply with their harmless humours, to entertain their discourses, to accompany their persons, to yield to their lawfull desires, and to commend their good graces, and that man which is a Husband, and doth not do thus, is worthy to be shamed, and not to be kept company with, which is not called an Uxorious Husband; for said I, an Uxorious Husband I understand to be, a honest, care∣full and wise Husband.

Lady Ignorance.

And what said they, after you said this?

Sir P. Studious.

They laugh'd and said, my flowery Rhetorick was strewed upon a dirty ground; I answered, it was not dirty where I lived, for my wife was beautifull, chaste and cleanly, and I wished every man the like, and after they perceived that neither the railing, nor laughing at good Husbands could not temper me for their palats, they began to play and sport with one another, and sung wanton songs, and when all their baits failed, they quarreled with me, and said I was uncivil, and that I did not entertain them well, and that I was not good Company, having not aconversable wit, nor a gentle beha∣viour, and that I was not a gallant Cavalier, and a world of those reproches and idle discourses, as it would tire me to repeat it, and you to hear it.

Lady Ignorance.

Pray resolve me one question more, what was it you said to the Lady Amorous, when she threatned to tell me?

Sir P. Studious.

I only said nature was unkind to our Sex, in making the beautifull females cruel.

Lady Ignorance.

Was that all, I thought you had pleaded as a courtly Su∣tor for loves favours.

Sir P. Studious.

No indeed, but let me tell you, and so inform you, wife, that those humour'd women, take as great a pleasure to make wives jealouse of their Husbands, and Husbands jealouse of their wives, and to seperate their affections, and to make a disorder in their Families, as to plot and de∣sign to intice men to court them, & Cuckold their Husband, also let me tell you, that much company, and continual resort, brings great inconveniences for its apt to corrupt the mind, and make the thoughts wild, the behaviour bold, the words vain, the discourse either flattering, rude or tedious, their actions extra∣vagant, their persons cheap, being commonly occompanyed, or their compa∣ny common. Besides, much variety of Company, creates amorous luxu∣rie, vanity, prodigality, jealousie, envie, malice, slander, envie, treachery, quar∣tels, revenge and many other evils, as laying plots to insnare the Honourable, to accuse the Innocent, to deceive the Honest, to corrupt the Chaste, to deboyst the Temperate, to pick the purse of the Rich, to inslave the poor, to pull down lawfull Authority, and to break just Laws; but when a man lives to himself within his own Familie, and without recourse, after a solitary manner, he lives free, without controul, not troubled with company, but entertains himself with himself, which makes the soul wise, the mind sober, the thoughts indu∣strious, the understanding learned, the heart honest, the senses quiet, the appe∣tites temperate, the body healthfull, the actions just and prudent, the behavi∣our civil and sober; He governs orderly, eats peaceably, sleeps quietly, lives contentedly, and most commonly, plentifully and pleasantly, ruling and go∣verning

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his little Family to his own humour, wherein he commands with love, and is obeyed with duty, and who that is wise, and is not mad; would quit this heavenly life to live in hellish Societies, and what can an honest Husband and wife desire more, than love, peace and plenty, and when they have this, and is not content, 'tis a sign they stand upon a Quagmire, or rotten Founda∣tion, that will never hold or indure, that is, they are neither grounded on ho∣nesty, nor supported with honour.

Lady Ignorance.

Well Husband, I will not interupt your studies any lon∣ger, but as you study Phylosophie, Wisdom and Invention, so I will study obe∣dience, discretion and Houswifery.

Omnes Exeunt.
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