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 14.
Enter the Lady Innocence, as musing by her self alone.
Then Enter her Maid Passive.
PAssive.
My dear Mistriss, what makes you so studious, as you are become pale with musing?
Lady Innocence.
The reason is, that my Soul is flown out of my body, with the wings of desire, to seek for love; and my thoughts laboriously wanders after it, leaving my Senses, to a soiltary life, and my life to a Melancholly musing.
Passive.
Faith, I had rather be buryed under the ruins of hate, than have a Melancholly life.
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Lady Innocence.
And I am Melancholly, for fear I should be so buryed.
Passive.
If you would have love, you must give love.
Lady Innocence.
Indeed love is like a Coy-Duck, it goeth out to invite, or
draw in others.
Passive.
Nay faith, a Coy-Woman cannot do so, for the Coyer she is, the
fewer Lovers she will have, for Coynes starves Lovers, wherefore, if you
would not starve your beloved, you must be free, and twine about him, as the
Ivy doth the Oke.
Lady Innocence.
Modesty forbids, it but were it lawfull, and that it did
not infring the Lawes of modesty, I could hang about his neck, as the earth
to the Center, but I had rather starve my delights, than do an Act immodest,
or sursite his affection.
Ex.
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