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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Page 81

Scene 4.
Enter Madamosel Doltche, and Monsieur Compliment.
DOltche.

Sir, you prayse me so much, as I may doubt, or rather believe you flatter me; for it is not possible to be so rare a creature, as you ex∣press me to be, unless I were something divine, perchance I may be worthy of some of your inferiour Prayses, but not all your high and mighty ones.

Monsieur Compliment.

You are more than either I can express, or think you to be.

Mad. Doltche.

Nay, if I be above your thoughts, I am above your de∣light; for man-kind takes no great pleasure in that they comprehend not.

Mons. Compliment.

I believe you do not comprehend how well I love you.

Mad. Doltche.

No truely, for love is like infinite, it hath no circumference, wherefore I will not trouble my self in loves wayes, since it is an endlesse journey.

Mons. Compliment.

But surely, Lady, though you cannot find that worth in me, as merits your esteem and affection, yet you will favour me for your la∣thers command, and love me for his desire.

Doltche.

If my Father desires me to dye, I shall satisfie his desire, for it is in my power to take away my own life, when I will; but it is not in my power to love those my Father would have me; for love is not to be com∣manded, nor directed, nor governed, nor prescribed, for love is free, and not to be controuled; Also I may marry a man my Father desires me, but sure my Father will not desire, nor command me to marry, if I cannot love the man he would have me marry, as I ought to do a Husband.

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