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 4.
Enter the Lady Incontinent, and one of her women.
LAdy Incontinent.

I observe, the Lord de L'amour useth the Lady Inno∣cence with more respect than he was used to do; and I observe his eyes meets her when she comes in place where he is, and follows her whereso∣ever she goeth, and when she stands still, they are sixt upon her.

Woman.

Truly she hath power, if she will put it in force to command a heart, at least to perswade a heart to love her; for certainly, she is very beau∣tifull, if it were not obscured under a sad countenance, as the Sun behind a dark cloud; but sometimes, do what she can in despite of her sadnesse, it will keep out, and the other day when you were gone abroad, I saw her dance, sing and play on a Gittur, all at one time.

Lady Incontinent.

And how did it become her?

Woman.

Truly, she sung so sweetly, played so harmoniously, danced so gracefully, and looked so beautifully, that if I had been a man, I should have been in love with her.

Lady Incontinent.

I charge you break her Gittar, tell her she sings not well, and that her dancing doth ill-become her.

Woman.

Perchance she will not believe me.

Lady Incontinent.

Oh yes, for youth are credulous, even against them∣selves.

Exeunt.
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