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 43.

Enter Monsieur Malateste as being not well, and his Wife Ma∣dam Malateste.

MOnsieur Mal.

Wife, Is this the way to cure melancholy? to sit up all night at Cards, and to lose five hundred pounds at a sitting? or to stay all night abroad a Dancing and Revelling.

Madam.

O yes; for the Doctors say there is nothing better than good company, to imploy the Thoughts with (outward Objects) otherwise the Thoughts feed too much upon the Body; besides, they say that Exercise is excellent good to open Obstructions, and to disperse melancholy Vapour; and the Doctors say, there is no Exercise better than Dancing, because there are a great Company meet together, which adds Pleasure to the La∣bour.

Monsieur.

My other Wife did not do thus.

Madam.

Wherefore she died in her youth with melancholy; but I mean to live while I am old, if mirth and good company will keep me alive; and know I am not so kind-hearted to kill my self, to spare your Purse, or to please your Humour.

The Lady goes out, and he goes out after, sighing.