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. 13.
Enter Monsieur Disguise, as from the sea.
MOnsieur Disguise.

Surely the Fates have conspired against me, the winds were so cross, just like men, sometimes for us, and sometimes a∣gainst us.

Enter a Skipper.

Have you found out the Gentlemans lodging?

Skipper.

Yes Sir.

Disguise.

And was he at home?

Skipper.

He hath that which will invite him to stay at home, and keep him from wandring abroad for some time Sir.

Disguise.

What's that?

Skipper.

A fair Wife Sir: for a drunken Serving-man told me that one Sir Francis Inconstant had maried his Masters Daughter, and that the Wedding-Feast would continue a Week, if not a Fortnight.

Disguise.

And was the man drunk that told you so?

Skipper.

Yes surely: he seem'd so to me.

Disguise.

Then (perchance) he might tell you a lye.

Skipper.

He was not so drunk, but that he might tell a truth.

Disguise.

Prethee Friend do me one favour more, and then I will pay thee for thy pains.

Skipper.

What you please to command me Sir.

Disguise.

Then inquire for a mans-Tailor, to make me some Cloaths: for I am not Accoutred fit for a Bridal-House.

Skipper.

I shall Sir.

Exeunt.
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