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 32.

Enter the Lady Ward as a Bride, and her Nurse Nurse Careful.

NUrse Careful.

My dear Child, you appear as a sweet budding Rose this morning.

Lady Ward.

Roses are beset with thorns, Nurse, I hope I am not so.

Nurse Caref.

By'r Lady your Husband may prove a thorn, if he be not a good man, and a kind Husband; but Oh my heart doth ake.

Lady Ward.

Wherefore doth it ake?

Enter Lord Courtship as a Bridegroom.

Lord Courts.

Come Sweet, are you ready? for it is time to go to Church, it is almost twelve a clock.

Lady Ward.

I am ready, but my Nurse doth affright me, by telling me her heart doth ake, as if she did fore-know by her experien'd age some ill for∣tune towards me, or that I shall be unhappy in my mariage.

Lord Courts.

Her heart doth not ake for you, but for her self, because she cannot be a young fair bride, as you are, as being past her youth; so that her heart doth ake out of a sad remembrance of her self, not for a present, or a future cause for you.

Nurse Caref.

Well, well, I was young indeed, and a comely bride when I was maried, though I say it, and had a loving bridegroom, Heaven rest his soul.

Exeunt.