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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Scene 16.

Enter Sir Thomas Father Love, half distracted.

SIr Thomas Father Love.

Mercury lend me thy winged feet, that I may fly to Heaven, there to observe, how all the Gods and Godesses doe gaze upon my Beautiful Childe; for she is fairer than the light that great Apollo gives; and her discourse more ravishing than the Musick of the Spheres; but as soon as she sees me, she will leave them all, and run unto me, as she used to do, kneeling will kiss my hands, which she must not do, being a Goddess, and I a Mortal, wherefore, I must kneel to her, and carry her an offering; but what shall the offering be? Let me think. Why I will kneel and offer up my Aged life unto her Memory; but now I think of it better, I cannot dye in Heaven; wherefore, let me Study, let me Study, what she did love best when she lived upon the Earth; O I now remember, when I did ask her what she lov'd best, she would Answer, her Father and her Fame; but I believe, if she were here it would be a hard Question for her to resolve, which she preferr'd; and being not to be separated in Affection, we will not part in our Resurrection; wherefore Mercury farewel: for I will fly up with the Wings of her good Fame.

And carry up her Wit, and there will strow It on Heavens floor, as bright as Stars will show; Her Innocency shall make new Milky waies, Her Virtue shall Create new Worlds to praise Her never-dying Name. Ha, Ho! It shall be so, it shall be so.

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