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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Page 244

Scene 33.
Enter the Lady Visitant as a Bride, to the Lady Con∣plation, another Bride.
LAdy Visit.

Come, I have brought all my bridal guests hither to joyn with yours, for we will go to Church together: Wherefore prethee come away, our Bridegrooms and our Guests stay for you.

Lady Contempl.

I will go to them by and by.

Lady Visit.

Why, I hope you do not stay to muse upon Phantasmes, saith Mariage will banish them out of your head, you must now imploy your time with Realities.

Lady Contempl.

If I thought Mariage would destroy or disturb my Con∣templations, I would not marry, although my Wedding-guests were come, and my Wedding-dinner ready drest, and my Wedding-cloaths on; nay, were I at the holy Altar, I would return back.

Lady Visit.

That would be such an action, as all the Kingdome would say you were mad.

Lady Contem.

I had rather all the World should not only say I were mad, but think me so, rather than my self to be unhappy.

Lady Visit.

Can want of Contemplation make you unhappy?

Lady Contem.

Yes, as unhappy as a body can be without a soul; for Con∣templation is the life of the soul, and who can be happy that hath a dead soul?

Lady Visit.

By my troth I had rather be dead, than have such a dull life.

Enter Maid.
Maid.

Madam, the Bridegroom is coming hither.

Lady Contempl.

I will prevent him, and meet him.

Exeunt.
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