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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ACT V.

Scene 22.
Enter the Funeral Herse of the Lady Sanspareile, covered with white Satine; a silver Crown is placed in the midst; her Herse is born by six Virgins all in white, other Virgins goe before the Herse, and strew Flowers, white Lillies, and white Roses: The whilst this Song is sung.
* 1.1SPOtlesse Virgins as you go, Wash each step as white as Snow, With pure Chrystal streams, that rise From the Fountain of your eyes. Fresher Lillies like the day Strew, and Roses as white as they; As an Emblem to disclose This Flower sweet; short liv'd as those.

The whilst her Father is carryed as sick in a Chair, the Chair covered with black, and born black by Mourners, he himself also in close Mourning; when they have gone about the Stage.

The Herse is set neer to the Grave, there being one made.

Then the Father is placed in his Chair, upon a raised place for that purpose, the raised place also covered with Black; he being placed, speaks her Fu∣neral Sermon.

Father Love.

Most Charitable and Noble Friends, that accompany the Dead Corps to the Grave, I must tell you, I am come here, although I am as a Dead Man to the World, yet my desire is to make a living Speech, before I go out of the world, not only to divulge the Affections I had for my Daugh∣ter, but to divulge her Virtue, Worth, and good Graces; And as it is the cu∣stome for the nearest Kindred, or best and constantest Friends, or longest ac∣quaintance, to speak their Funeral Oration, wherein I take my self to be all,

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wherefore most fit to speak her Funeral Oration; For I being her Father, am her longest acquaintance, and constantest Friend, and nearest in Relation, wherefore the, fitest to declare unto the world my natural and Fatherly Love, Death will be a sufficient witnesse; For though I am old, yet I was health∣ful when she lived, but now I cannot live many hours, neither would I, for Heaven knows, my affections struggle with Death, to hold Life so long as to pay the last Rites due to her dead Corps, struck by Death's cruel Dart: But most Noble and Charitable Friends, I come not here with eye fil'd with sal tears; for sorows thirsty Jaws hath drunk them up, sucked out my blood, & left my Veins quite dry, & luxuriously hath eat my Marow out; my sighs are spet in blowing out Life's Fire, only some little heat there doth remain, which my affections strive to keep alive to pay the last Rites due to my dead Child, which is, to set her praises forth, for living Virtuously; But had I Nestors years, 'twould prove too few, to tell the living Stories of her Youth, for Nature in her had packed up many Piles of Experience, of Aged times, be∣sides, Nature had made her Youth sweet, fresh and temperate, as the Spring; and in her brain, Flowers of Fancies grew, Wits Garden set by Natures hand, wherein the Muses took delight, and entertained themselves therein, Singing like Nightingales, late at Night; or like the Larks ere the day begin; Her thoughts were as the Coelestial Orbes, still moving circular without back ends, surrounding the Center of her Noble mind, which as the Sun gave light to all about it; her Virtues twinkled like the fixed Starrs, whose mo∣tion stirs them not from their fix'd place; and all her Passions were as other starres, which seemed as only made to beautifie her Form; But Death hath turned a Chaos of her Form, which life with Art and Care had made, and Gods had given to me: O cursed death, to rob and make me poor! Her life to me was like a delightful Mask, presenting several interchanging Scenes, de∣scribing Nature in her several Dresses, and every Dresse put in a several wa•••• Also her life was like a Monarchy, where Reason as sole King, did govern al her actions; which actions, like as Loyal Subjects did obey those Laws which Reason decreed; Also her life was like Ioves Mansions high, as being placed above this worldly Globe; from whence her Soul looked down on duller earth, mixt not, but viewed poor mortals here below; thus was her life a∣bove the world, because her life prized not the Trifles here; Perchance this Noble Company will think I have said too much, and vainly, thus to speak.

That Fathers should not praise their Children so, Because that from their Root and Stock did grow; Why may not Roots boast if their Fruites be good? As hindering worth in their own Flesh and blood, Shall they dissemble, to say they are naught, Because they are their own? sure that's a fault Unpardonable, as being a lye that's told, Detracting lyes, the baser lyes I hold. Neither can strangers tell their life and worth, Nor such affections have to set them forth, As Parents have, or those thats neer of Kin, Virtuous Partiality, sure that's no sin, And virtue, though she be lovliest when undrest

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Yet she is pleas'd, when well she is exprest. But Oh! my words have spent my stock of breath, And Life's commanded forth by powerful Death; When I am dead, this company I pray, The last rites done, me by my daughter lay; And as her soul did with the Muses flye, To imitate her in her a verse, I dye.
He falls back in his Chair and is dead.
Mr. Comfort.

Noble Friends, you heard his request, which was; to be bu∣ryed in his daughters grave; and whilst you show your charity, in laying the Corps of his daughter in the grave, I will carry out his body, and put it into a Coffin, and then lay him in the same grave.

[The Company said, Do so.] Goes out with the body.

The whilst the Virgins take up the Lady Sanspareiles Herse, and whilst they are putting it into the grave, this Song following was sung.

* 1.2Tender Virgins, as your Birth, Put her gently in the earth, What of Moral, or Divine, Here is lapt up in this shrine; Rhetorick dumb Philosophy, Both those arts with her did dye. And grieved Poets cannot choose, But lament for her their Muse.

When she was putting into the Grave, this Song following was sung.

Her Tomb, her Monument, her Name, Beyond an Epitaph her Fame; Death be not proud, imbracing more Now, than in all thy reign before; Boasting thy Triumphs, since thou must But justly glory in her dust, Let thy Dart rust, and lay it by, For after her none's sit to dye.
[After this her Peal is Rung on Lutes, by Musicians.] And the Company goes out.
Scene. 23.
A Tomb is thrust on the Stage, then the Lord de l'Amour enters.
LOrd de l'Amour.

Now I am free, no hinderance to my own Tragedy.

[He goeth to the Tomb.]

This Tomb her sacred Body doth contain.

[He draws his Sword, then he kneels down by the Tomb, and then prayes.]

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Dear Soul, pardon my crimes to thee; they were crimes of ignorance, n•••• malice.

Sweet gentle Spirit, flye me not, but stay, And let my Spirits walk thy Spirits way; You lov'd me once, your Love in death renew, And may our soules be as two Lovers true; Our Blood's the Bonds, our wounds the Seals to Print Our new Contract, and Death a witnesse in't.
[He takes his Sword.]
Had I as many lives as Poors in skin, He sacrifize them for my ignorant sin.
[As he speaks he falls upon his Sword.]
Enter his Friend, Master Charity.
[He seeing him lye all in blood, almost dead, runs to him, and heaves him up.]
Friend.

I did fear this, which made me follow him, but I am come too late to save his life. O my Lord speak if you can!

Lord de l'Amour.

Friend, lay me in this Tomb, by my affianced Wife; for though I did not usher her to the grave, I will wait after her.

[Dyes.]

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