Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.

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Title: 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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Enter Madamosel Caprisia, and Monsieur Importunate.

MOnsieur Importunate.

You are the rarest beauty, and greatest wit in the World.

Mad. Capris.

Wit is like beauty, and beauty is oftener created in the fan∣cie, than the face; so wit oftener by opinion, than in the brain, not, but surely there may be a real beauty, and so a real wit, yet that real wit, is no wit to the ignorant, no more than beauty to the blind, for the wit is lost to the un∣derstanding, as beauty is lost to the eyes, and it is not in nature to give, what is not in nature to receive, nor in nature to shew what is not in nature to be seen; so there must be eyes to see beauty, and eares to hear wit, and under∣standing to judge of both, and you have neither judgments eyes, nor under∣standings ears, nor rational sense.

Monsieur Importunate.

VVhy, then you have neither beauty nor wit.

Mad. Capris.

I have both, but your commendations are from report; for fools speaks by rote, as Parrots do.

Ex.

Monsieur Importunate solus.

Monsieur Importunate.

She is like a Bee loaded with sweet honey, but her tongue is the sting, that blisters all it strikes on.

Ex.