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 21.
Enter Madamoiselle Pleasure, and Grave Temperance, and her Woman.
TEmperance.

Madam, will you please to go abroad, and take the cool re∣freshing Air to day?

Pleasure.

Yes, Temperance, if you will; but I had rather stay and entertain Monsieur Serious Contemplations company.

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Temperance.

Indeed Madam I will forbid his frequent Visits; for other∣wise you will bury your self in his melancholy Conversation.

Pleasure.

Pray do not, for he is the greatest delight in life.

Temperance.

And then he brings such a numerous Train of Fancies and O∣pinions, as fills up your Head, which is the largest room in your bodily house; insomuch, as none of your domestick Thoughts, which are the Minds usefullest servants, can stir about your lifes ordinary affairs.

Pleasure.

Why Temperance, Fancies are pretty youths, which make harm∣less and innocent sport, to pass the time away.

Temperance.

We have so little time, as we shall not need to passe it idly away.

Pleasure.

As much as we complain of want of time, we have more than we can tell well how to spend.

Temperance.

Then pray forbid Monsieur Serious Contemplation not to bring his wilde, stubborn, and useless Opinions; for they make more disorder, and louder noise, and greater Factions, than if all the Dogs and Bears in the Town were set together by the ears, and more mischief comes thereby, than I can rectifie.

Enter Liberty, and Madamoiselle Pleasures Gentleman-Usher.
Pleasure.

Now Liberty, you are a Fore-runner of Visitants.

Liberty.

Yes Madam, for there are the five Sistres, the five Senses, come to visit you.

Pleasure.

They are the troublesomest Visitants that are; they are so extra∣vagant, so impertinent, so various, and so humoursome, as I know not how to entertain them: But pray Liberty usher them into the Gallery where my pi∣ctures hang, drawn by the Rarest and most Famous Masters; and let the Room be sweetly perfum'd, and bring a Banquet of the most delicious and choisest Drinks and Meats, and let there be sine linnen Napkins, and spread all the Floor over with downy Carpets, and set soft Cushions on the Couch∣es, and whilest they are there, let the Musick sound harmoniously, with soft strokes, pleasing notes, and gentle strains: And Temperance, I desire you to Order the rest of the Entertainment, and let Ease wait upon you: As for you, Wanton and Surfet, I forbid you, as not to come into their Com∣pany.

Exit Lady and Temperance.
Wanton.

Always when my Lady makes a great Entertainment, we are forbid to appear.

Surfet.

Although my Lady forbids me, yet the Company never leaves un∣til they have found me out, so that I am still at the end of the Entertainment, like an Epilogue to a Play.

Wanton.

And I sometimes come in like a Chorus.

Exeunt.
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