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 9.

Enter the Lady Prudence, and the Amorous VVooer: They take their places, and the Assembly about them.

VVOoer.

Sweet Lady, your Beauty hath wounded my heart, im∣prisoned my senses, and hath inslav'd my soul, so as I am wholly in your power.

Prudence.

I will mask my beauty, and set you free.

Wooer.

A mask may shadow your beauty, but cannot extinguish it, no more than a dark cloud can the bright Sun: And as the Sun begets life, and gives light; so your beauty begets love, and gives delight to all that do be∣hold it.

Prudence.

And as Time brings Death, Darkness, and Obscurity; so Age brings wrinckles, and Absence forgetfulness, burying love in the ruines of Beauty.

Wooer.

My love can never die, nor hath time power to vade your beauty.

Prudence.

Nothing escapes Times tyranny, but what the soul possesses.

Wooer.

You are the soul of beauty, and beauty the soul of love.

Prudence.

Such souls have no Eternity, but die as bodies do.

Wooer.

O save my soul, and love me.

Prudence.

'Tis not in my power: for love is free and resolute; it can nei∣ther be commanded nor intreated.

Exeunt.