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 18.

Enter the Lord Courtship, and the Lady Ward.

LOrd Courtship.

My Sweet, Fair Maid, I cannot hope thy Pardon, for my crimes are not only great, but many; for I have not only us'd you un∣kindly, uncivilly, ungentlemanly, which are vices and crimes that Canker∣fret the Fame of Honour, and burie all noble qualities; but I have used you barbarously, cruelly, and inhumanly, which are sins sufficient to annihi∣late all the Masculine Race; and surely, if there be that we call Justice in Nature, it will, unless thy virtue redeem them, and save them with thy pity: wherefore, for the sake of the generality, though not for my particular, par∣don me. Thus will you become a Deity to your whole Sex and ours.

Lady Ward.

I am sure your Lordship is a particular punishment to me, which Heaven send me quit of.

She goes out, he follows her.