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 20.

Enter the Bride, and all the Bridal Guests; they dance, and Mon∣sieur Disguise dances with the Bride. Sir Spendall seems to whisper Monsieur Disguise in the Ear, being half drunk.

SPendall.

Sir, but that you look more like a woman than a man, you might give the Bridegroom more cause to be melancholy for the living than the dead; but let me intreat you, young Gentleman, that you strike not his Head, as your News hath done his Heart: for I perceive the Brides eyes are fix'd upon you, and from the root of a six'd eye grows Horns, when they are set in a maried Head.

Disguise.

There is no fear.

Spendall.

Yes Sir, as long as there are doubts, there are fears.

Disguise.

There is no doubt Sir.

Spendall.

But that she will be Sir.

Disguise.

What, Sir?

Spendall.

What you please Sir; and let me tell you, young Gentleman, that as long as there are women, there will be Lovers and Cuckolds.

Disguise.

And let me tell you, Sir, that as long as there are men, there will be Fools and Drunkards.

Lady Inconstant.

Sir, I doubt we have invited you rather to your trouble, than your delight.

Disguise.

Madam, you are the Treasure of Pleasure and Delight; which none can receive but from your Bounty, nor enjoy but by your Favour.

Exeunt.