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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ACT V.

Scene 40.
A Bed is thrust on the Stage, as presenting the Bride-chamber, the Bride being in the Bed finely drest, and a company of young Ladies her Companions about her.
TRifle.

'Faith confess to us your Maiden-companions, do not you repent?

Prudence.

So fat am I from repentance, as I should repent, were I not as now I am.

Vanity.

You will repent before seven years.

Parle.

Seven years? you mean seven days: for seven years to our Sex, is se∣ven Ages; for Maids and Widows account it so before their mariage, and maried Wives do account time so until their Husbands die.

Fondly.

'Faith I think there are few women, but when they marry, hope to be Widows.

Parle.

That's certain; and were it not for such hopes, men would hardly get Wives.

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Enter the Bridegroom, and a company of Gentlemen and Knights; then enters a ser∣vant with a rich night-gown or Mantle, another servant with a rich Cap, Waste∣coat, and Slippers: Then the Bridegroom first pulls off his patch from his Eye, then pulls off his bumbast Doublet, and then his wooden Leg, and his snarled Periwig, having a sine head of hair of his own; then puts on his wastcoat, cap, slippers, and night-gown, he then appearing very handsome, the company staring upon him, the mean time they as in amazement, He speaks to the Ladies.
Bridegroom.

Fair Ladies, as other men strive to adorn themselves, to mend their broken Bodies, and patch up their decays with false and feigned shews, to cozen credulous women, that think them such as they appear, when they abuse your sweet & gentle natures: But lest my Wife should think me better than I am, or expect more than I could give her, I formed my self far worse than Nature made me; nor have I promised more than well I can perform.

And if she lov'd me crooked, lame, and blind, Now I am perfect, she'll not be less kind.
The Bed drawn off, the Bridegroom follows, the men go out with him as in a maze, only Mistris Trifle, Va∣nity, and Parle slays.
Parle.

Heyday, Riddle me, riddle me, what's this? A man blind, and not blind, lame, and not lame, crooked, and not crooked, ill-favour'd, and handsome.

Trifle.

'Faith it is like the Tale of the great Bear of warwick.

Vanity.

What Tale was that?

Trifle.

Why of a King that had three Daughters, and when they were of mariageable years, the King their Father ask'd them whether they had ra∣ther to have a Husband that were a man a days, and a beast at nights, or a Husband that was a beast at days, and a man at nights? and if they would marry, they must choose one of those that were sometimes men, and some∣times beasts, or otherwise they must never marry; but they, rather than to live old Maids, were resolved to marry, were their Husbands at all times beasts: so the two eldest chose to have their Husbands men a days, and beasts at nights; for, said they, we can conceal their beastliness at nights, but not a days, for the light will divulge them to the publick view of the World; but the youngest chose a Husband, one that was a beast a days, and a man at nights: for, said she, I will please my self, not caring what the World thinks or says: for I am sure, said she, the World cares not what I think or say; whereupon they were all three maried, and the youngest Ladies Husband was a great Bear a days, but a very handsome man at nights.

Parle.

O that every woman were so well match'd! for then they would be always pleased, and never jealous: for in the day-time, when men doe Court and plead Loves Sute, and point out private meetings,

They have no words to wooe, nor persons for to win, And in the night their Wives their Arms do circle in.
Trifle.

But say your Husband the He-bear, should meet a Mistris She-bear, I believe you would be jealous then.

Parle.

I confess I should be somewhat lumpish.

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Enter Mistris Fondly, and a Matron.
Fondly.

Hey, ho!

Parle.

VVhat is the cause you sigh?

Fondly.

Nature never made so handsome a man as the Bridegroom.

Matron.

And you sigh because you are not the Bride.

Fondly.

'Faith the Devil tempts me to break a Commandement.

Matron.

VVhat Commandement?

Fondly.

To covet my Neighbours goods.

Parle.

Why he is no part of your Neighbours goods, unless he be a good man.

Fondly.

Well, he is a goodly man, and whether he is a man that is good, I cannot tell: But howsoever I will never trust the outside more, I will never believe a patch'd eye is blind, nor a bunch'd back is crooked, nor a wooden leg lame, as long as I live.

Parle.

And if you will not believe it whilst you live, when you are dead, I doubt you will forget it; but howsoever the Devil tempts me as much as you to covet him that's none of mine.

Matron.

Pray Ladies give me leave to remember you, in that you said you would not be his Bride, were it the way to make you Empress of the whole World.

Parle.

'Tis true; but then we were blind of one eye as he was; but now we see with both our eyes as he doth.

Fondly.

Come, let us go into the Bride-chamber, and out-dare his beauty on the forfeiture of our hearts.

Parle.

You need not go to seek Love: for he will catch you, although you run away.

Fondly.

And you will catch Love, if with the Bridegroom stay.

Parle.

I doubt that.

Exeunt.
Scene 41.
Enter Sir Thomas Letgo, and the Lady Liberty.
LIberty.

Let me perswade you to be friends: for if you seem to mourn for that which you made slight of, and to quarrel unjustly, and sight for for that you cannot have, nor is not rightly yours, you will be thought im∣prudent, shunn'd as a wrangling Gamester, and accounted a Ranting Di∣sturber, and laught at for a fool, for setting such a Mistris at a stake you thought too much to lose; but if you will save your Reputation, you must seem to rejoyce you are quit of her.

Letgo.

Well, I will take your counsel; and I have this satisfaction, That I am not the first man that hath been deceiv'd by Women, nor shall not be the last.

Liberty.

That's true; and so generally it is known, as 'tis become an or∣dinary saying, and the saying will be made good as long as mankind lasts: for

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though men may dissemble to women, yet it is women that deceive men, and we glory in it.

Exeunt.
Scene 42.
Enter two Gentlemen.
1 GEnt.

Do you hear the News?

2 Gent.

What News?

1 Gent.

Why the Bridegroom is prov'd to be the Great Duke of Gran∣dy's Son.

2 Gent.

How so?

1 Gent.

Why you have heard that the old Prince of Grandy had two Sons, and the younger Son would not be perswaded from going to Travel, and it was reported he was drownd in a Voyage by Sea, for which his Father mourn'd a long time, as loving him extremely; and you know, to add to his afflictions, his Eldest Son dies, so as he became as childless, until this time that his Son is returned safe, for which he is the most joy'd man that e∣ver was, and is so fond of the Prince his Son, as he continually imbraces and kisses him, and hangs about his neck like a fond Bride.

2 Gent.

Why did he come so privately, and in a disguise?

1 Gent.

As for his private comming home, the reason was, That having oftentimes ask'd the Magor, to return into his own Country, and being as of∣ten deny'd, and at last threaten'd to be destroy'd if he should offer to go a∣way, and quit the Magor's Service: for this Prince was General of all his Forces, and was the man that the Merchants cry'd up to be another Iulius Caesar, although they knew not of what birth or quality he was of; but to get away, he was forc'd to steal away in a disguise, in which disguise he wooed and won his Lady, the now Princess: for whilst he lay privately in the City, until such time as he could hansomly & conveniently discover him∣self, he hearing the talk of the Publick Wooing, and also of the Virtue, Beau∣ty, and Wit of the young Lady, went to hear and to see her, whom he no sooner heard and saw, and being taken with her good Fame, honouring her Virtue, admiring her Beauty, and being extremely delighted with her Wit, became a Lover, and also a VVooer; but for the better trial of her Virtue, he wooed her in his disguised, deformed shape, and unknown quality, left his Dignity and VVealth might have inticed her Ambition, and not his Merit, to have won her Love, or his Person might have catch'd her Eye, but not his Love her Heart.

2 Gent.

The Gods are just, rewarding in the end the good intentions with good success, and Virtue with felicity.

Exeunt.

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Scene 43.
Enter the Bridegroom according to his Dignity, as being a Prince, richly cloathed, and honourably attended with Gentlemen with their hats off, he leading in the Bride his Princess, and a great many Ladies waiting on her: The Prince and Princess sit in two Chairs, and the rest of the company on each side of them to see an Anti mask presented to them. When the Antick-maskers had dan∣ced, a Song was sung.
These Songs following the Lord Marquiss writ.
Song.
VErtue and Honour you did take, And Beauty scorn'd as vading; Thus you a Godess it doth make, 'Rove mortal Ladies trading.
They love the Body, you the Soul, They Shape, but you the Mind, Your Love those grosser loves controll, Which shews their Love is blind.
His wooden Leg is thrown away, The black Patch for the blind, The Bunch on's back asswag'd to day, As hansome as his Mind.
This now is your reward, Sweet Madam, The Gods they are not lath To give you one, handsome as Adam, And thus enjoy them both.
Then the Maskers dance again, and after their Dance another Song.
Song.
Loves Miracles not ceased be, The Lame to walk, the Blind to see, The Crooked is made straight, 'tis true, And these Loves Wonders made by you.
His Body metamorphos'd is, By your Ambrosia sweeter kiss; Such power hath Love when you do sip The Gods pure Nectar from your Lip.

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All Ioys attend you night and day, Be each to other fresh as May, Renewing pleasures everyhower, And sweeter than the sweetest Flower.
The Maskers dance again, and after, another Song.
Song.
Envious Ladies now repine, Since you are crost, In having lost A Prince so handsome and so fine.
Mourn in black patches for your sins, Despair each Curl, And every Purl, And throw away your dressing-pins.
Lay by your richer Gowns of State, For now you'l faint, For all your paint, When 'think of your unhappier Fate.
For these Love-pitfals they are stale, And all despise Your glancing Eyes, For all forc'd Arts in Love they'l fail.
Now let your specious gliding pass, Or your Lips fed With biting red, Despair, and break each Looking-glass.
Here ends my Lord Marquis his writing.
Then the Maskers dance again, and so goe out, the Prince and Princess, and the Company goes out all but a Ma∣tron and some young Ladies, who stay, and look upon each other very sadly, without speaking to each other.
Matron.

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?

Parle.

Lord, Lord, how blindly Fortune throws her gifts away!

Matron.

One would think she had clear Eyes, when she bestow'd her Fa∣vours upon the Princess.

Vanity.

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.

Matron.

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.

Fondly.

'Faith we care not: for we can live without being oblig'd to her.

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Parle.

They are not the happiest that have the greatest Titles.

Trifle.

Pride will have a Fall.

Matron.

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.

Parle.

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.

Matron.

Nay Ladies, if you are angry, I will leave you.

Parle.

Then we shall be rid of a pratling fool.

Exit Matron.
Enter three or four old Ladies, the Mothers to the young Ladies.
1 Old Lady.

O, wisedome in youth is a wonder.

2 Old Lady.

Happy is that Parent that hath a discreet Child.

3 Old Lady.

Such Children give their Parents Honour in their Graves.

4 Old Lady.

Pray let us Petition that a Law may be Enacted for this Pub∣lick Wooing.

1 Old Lady.

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.

So they all speak together.
Old Ladies.

Well, Daughters, make her your Pattern.

Exeunt Old Ladies.
Trifle.

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.

Parle.

'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.

Vanity.

Or to better the worse.

Parle.

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.

Enter a Messenger.
Messenger.

Ladies, the Princess desires your company to dance.

Parle.

Pray excuse me Sir: for I have so great a pain on my left side, as I can hardly fetch my breath.

Vanity.

And I have such a pain in my head, as I date not dance, for fear it should ake more.

Trifle.

And truly I have so streight a shooe, as it is a pain for me to tread a step.

Fondly.

And I am not well in my stomach: wherefore excuse us Sir to the Princess.

Exeunt.

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Scene 44.
Enter the Lady Parrot, and the Lady Minion, and the La∣dy Gosling.
PArrot.

God give you Joy, I have not seen you since you were maried.

Minion.

You are welcome into the maried Society.

Gosling.

I thank you Madam. Truly I am so tyr'd.

Parrot.

With what, Madam?

Gosling.

With helping my Neighbour the Lady Breeder to hold her back.

Minion.

VVhy, is she in Labour?

Gosling.

She is brought to Bed; but on my word she hath had a hard bar∣gain: for she hath had a sore Labour.

Parrot.

VVhat hath God sent her?

Gosling.

A lusty boy. Indeed it is one of the goodliest children that ever I saw.

Minion.

But how chance she did not send for me to her Labour?

Gosling.

She came on such a sudden, as she had hardly Time to send for the Midwife; but she was mightily troubled you were not there, she doubts you will take it ill.

Parrot.

We have reason: for if we could not have come time enough to her Labour, we might have come time enough to the cup of Rejoycing.

Gosling.

But she will bid you to the Christening.

Minion.

That's some amends: But this hard labour of the Lady Breeders will fright you.

Gosling.

No: for I have as much courage as other maried Wives have, though truly, Sir Anthony Gosling, my Husband, was very loth I should goe: for (said he to me) prethee sweet Duck do not go: I answer'd and said to him, my hony-love I must go, for it is the part of one wife to help another; besides, a gossipping company doth help to ease the womens pains; and if I go not to their Labour, they will not come to mine.

Minion.

Why, are you with Child?

Gosling.

No, but I hope I shall be shortly.

Parrot.

Come, we will go and chide your Husband, that he hath been ma∣ried a week, and his Wife not with child.

Lady Gosling.

Yes, pray goe chide him, and I will bear your company.

Exeunt.

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Scene 45.
Enter the Prince and Princess.
PRincess.

Sir, pray perswade the unmaried Ladies to dance: for I can∣not intreat them.

Prince.

That's strange: for Ladies will dance without intreating; for no intreating will make them sit still.

Princess.

It seems they are not in their dancing-humour to day: for every one finds some excuse for to deny.

Prince.

Let them alone, and take no notice of their reserved humours, and they will dance without intreating; nay, they will intreat you they may dance.

Enter a Gentleman.
Gentlem.

If it please your Highness, the Ladies desire you would give them leave to Celebrate your Mariage with their Mirth, and to express their Joy with their Dancing.

Prince.

We shall take it as a Favour to our Nuptials.

Exit Gentleman.
Prince.

Did not I tell you they would desire to dance?

Princess.

Truly I was so ignorant, as I knew not so much the nature of our Sex.

Prince.

You knew not so much of their follies.

Exeunt.
Scene 46.
Enter Mistris Parle, Mistris Fondly. Mistris Trifle, Mistris Vanity.
VAnity.

Let us strive to make the Bride jealous.

Parle.

That's impossible now; but you may not work to good effect some a half a year hence.

Fondly.

Why I have known a Bridegroom leer her the next day he was ma∣ried.

Trifle.

Perchance a Bridegroom may: for men are sooner cloy'd than women; but a Bride will fondly hang about her Husbands neck a week at least.

Parle.

A week? nay a moneth: for a woman is fond the first moneth, sick the second moneth, peevish the third moneth, coy the fourth moneth, false the fifth moneth, and Cuckolds her Husband the sixth moneth.

Fondly.

Then a maried man sprouts Horns in half a year.

Parle.

Yes: for they are set the day of his mariage, and some half a year after they are budded, but not so fully grown as to appear to the pub∣lick view.

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Trifle.

But will nothing hinder the growth?

Parle.

No 'faith, but Death; and Death, like a Frost, doth nip those ten∣der buds.

Vanity.

Which death, the mans, or the womans?

Parle.

The womans: for if the man dies, and his Widow marries again, the dead Husband is horn'd in his Grave, and the living Husband is horn'd in his Bed.

Vanity.

Then their Horns may be put together, as Stags in Rutting∣time.

Fondly.

I had rather make Horns, than talk of Horns; therefore I'll go dance.

Exeunt.
Scene 47.
Enter two Gentlemen.
1 GEntlem.

Where have you been?

2 Gent.

At Church.

1 Gent.

Did a sit of Devotion hurry you to the Church to pray?

2 Gent.

No 'faith, I went not to pray, but to joyn a pair of Lovers hands in Wedlocks Bonds: for they chose me to be their Father, to give them in the Church.

1 Gent.

What Lovers were they, that were so foolish to marry?

2 Gent.

So honest, you mean.

1 Gent.

There is more folly in't than honesty, in my opinion.

2 Gent.

Thou art an Infidel, nay a very Athiest.

1 Gent.

I am a Naturalist. But who are they that are maried?

2 Gent.

Why Sir William Holdfast and the Lady Mute.

1 Gent.

The truth is, he is a worthy Person, and she is a virtuous and sweet Lady: wherefore they deserve each other; besides, she is an Heir, and he hath a great Estate.

2 Gent.

He hath so.

1 Gent.

What, is the Wedding kept private?

2 Gent.

Yes, there are only two or three Friends; but I must goe dine with them, therefore fare thee well, unless you will go with me: for you know you shall be welcome.

1 Gent.

I know I shall, therefore I shall go with you.

Exeunt.

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Scene 48.
Enter the Prince and Princess, and all the Ladies and Gallants, as Knights and Gentlemen: They dance upon the Stage, and then go out.
FINIS.
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