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 15.
Enter the Lord Courtship, and the Lady Ward.
LOrd Courtship.
What, is your passion over?
Lady Ward.
My passion will strive to maintain my honour, and you may take my life; but as long as I live, my passion will fight in the quarrel. But what man of honour will make a Bawd of her he intends to make his Wife? and what man of honour will be cruel to those that are weak, helplesse, and shiftlesse? and what man of honour will be uncivil to the meanest of our Sex? It is more noble to flatter us, than to quarrel with us;
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but that I have heard you are valiant, I should think you were a base cow∣ard, and such a one that would quarrel in a Brothel-house, rather than fight in a Battel: But I perceive you are one that loves Pleasure more than Ho∣nour, and Life more than Fame; and I hate to be in that mans company, or to make a Husband, whose courage lies in Volupmousness, and his life in Infamy: I will sooner marry Death, than such a man.
The Lady Ward goes out.
Lord Courtship alone.
Lord Courts.
Her words have shot through my soul, and have made a sen∣sible wound therein. How wisely she did speak! how beautiful appear'd! Her minde is full of honour, and the actions of her life are built upon noble principles; so young, so wise, so fair, so chaste, and I to use her so basely as I have done! O how I hate my self for doing so unworthily!
Exit.
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