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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"Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle." In the digital collection Early English Books Online. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A53060.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed May 2, 2024.
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Scene 19.
Enter the Lord Widower, and the Lapy Sprightly his Daughter.
LOrd.
Daughter, ald ough you do govern my Family very well for your years, yet you are young, and wanting Experience, may be cozened; and though I have a great Estate, yet it will be all consum'd, if Order and Method be not put into practice: wherefore I would have you take the counsel of Mistris Dorothy Subtilty, to assist you.
Lady.
Who is that, my Lord?
Lord.
Why, do not you know her? she that waited on your Mother.
Lady.
Pardon me, my Lord, I did not know her by that Title: for she was plain Dol Subtilty when she waited on my Mother, and not knowing of her ad∣vancement
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from a Chambermaid to a Gentlewoman, I might easily mistake; besides, she is not so much older, as to have much more experience than my self: perchance she may have more craft, which was learned her in her poverty, than I, who have been bred at the Horn of Plenty, that knew no scar∣city, nor sharking necessity.
Lord.
You have a sharp tongue when spight moves it; but let me hear no more of these words, but do as I command you.
Lady.
I never disobey'd you as I do know.
Lord.
Well, no more words.
Exeunt.
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