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 410
What, Ladies, are you Thunder-struck with the Princes Honour, or are you blasted with the Lightning of his Splendor, or crush'd with the wheel of her good Fortune?
Lord, Lord, how blindly Fortune throws her gifts away!
One would think she had clear Eyes, when she bestow'd her Fa∣vours upon the Princess.
She is become so proud, since she is become a Princess, as she will not look on us that were her companions; and she thinks scorn to speak to us: for she said not one word to any of us.
She had no occasion to speak to you; but I am confident, If you speak to her, you will find her as civil and obliging, as ever she was.
'Faith we care not: for we can live without being oblig'd to her.
Page 417
They are not the happiest that have the greatest Titles.
Pride will have a Fall.
I perceive it is hand to get the good opinion of the World: for you rail'd at her Course, laugh'd at her Choise, condemn'd her Mariage, and now you envy her good Success.
We envy her? you are mistaken: for she must be of greater va∣lue, and we less worthy than we are, to raise an Envy.
Nay Ladies, if you are angry, I will leave you.
Then we shall be rid of a pratling fool.
O, wisedome in youth is a wonder.
Happy is that Parent that hath a discreet Child.
Such Children give their Parents Honour in their Graves.
Pray let us Petition that a Law may be Enacted for this Pub∣lick Wooing.
We shall not need to Petition: for the Princess, I dare war∣rant you, will get the Prince to Enact a Law for this Publick Wooing for her Fame, she being the only first that hath been wooed so.
Well, Daughters, make her your Pattern.
Yesterday, that was the Wedding-day, my Parents did condemn the Bride, calling her Fool, and saying she was mad, and forbid me to imi∣tate her.
'Tis no wonder our Natures are so various, when as our Educati∣on are so inconstant: for we are instructed to imitate Fortune, which is to be restless, and to spoil that good we have done.
Or to better the worse.
No 'faith: for I perceive Fortune hath more power to do hurt than good; for Fortune ruines, or at least disturbs Virtuous Acts, and frustrates Wisedom's Counsels.
Ladies, the Princess desires your company to dance.
Pray excuse me Sir: for I have so great a pain on my left side, as I can hardly fetch my breath.
And I have such a pain in my head, as I date not dance, for fear it should ake more.
And truly I have so streight a shooe, as it is a pain for me to tread a step.
And I am not well in my stomach: wherefore excuse us Sir to the Princess.