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 3.

Enter the Lady Procurer, and the Lady VVanton.

LAdy Procurer.

Come, Come Madam, are you ready? for Monsieur A∣morous hath provided a great and costly Banquet for you.

Wanton.

I am ready, I did only stay for you to go along with me.

Procurer.

But will not your Husband watch whither we go?

Wanton.

O no: for he believes I am going to the Lady Breeders Up∣sitting.

Procurer.

That's well be is so credulous to believe so easily whatsoever you would have him believe, and if he be but as obstinate of belief of that you would not have him believe you are happy, for let me tell you, that all men hath not that spiritual gift of Faith, but have strange opinions, and full of doubts, and suspitions.

VVanton.

Nay, I thank Iove, I have as good a Husband, as any woman whatsoever hath.

Procurer.

Prethee Madam leave some thanks for your loving servant, which loves, and adores you more than he doth Heaven, and worships you as his only Goddess.

VVanton.

He shall not pray in vain, nor shall I be as an Idoll made of Stone, or Brass.

Procurer.

Come your wayes then.

Exeunt.