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 21.

Enter Poor Virtue, and Sir Golden Riches following her.

Golden Riches.

Stay lovely Maid, and receive a Fortune.

Poor Virtue.

I am Fortune proof Sir, she cannot tempt me.

Gold. Rich.

But she may perswade you to reason.

Poor Virtue.

That she seldome doth, for she is alwayes in extremes, and

Extremes are out of Reason's Schools, That makes all those that follow Fortune Fooles.

Gol. Rich.

What do you Rime, my pretty Maid?

Poor Virtue.

Yes Rich Sir, to end my discourse.

Golden Riches.

I will make you Rich, if you will receive my gifts.

Poor Virtue.

I love not gifts Sir, because they often prove bribes to cor∣rupt.

Gold. Rich.

Why, what do you love then?

Poor Vir.

I love Truth, Fidelity, Justice, Chastity; and I love obedience to lawful Authority, which rather than I would willingly and knowingly infring, I would suffer death.

Gold. Rich.

Are you so wilful?

Poor Vir.

No, I am so constant.

Gold. Rich.

But young Maid, you ought not to deny all gifts, for there are gifts of pure affection, Love-gifts of Charity, gifts of Humanity, and gifts of Generosity.

Poor Virtue.

They are due debts, and not gifts; For those you call gifts of pure Love, are payments to dear deserving friends; and those of Charity are payments to Heaven; and those of Humanity are payments to Nature, and those Generosity, are payments to Merit, but there are vain-glorious gifts, covetous gifts, gifts of fear, and gifts that serve as Bauds to corrupt foolish young Virgins.

Gold. Rich.

Are you so wise to refuse them?

Poor Vir.

I am so virtuous as not to take them.

Ex.