Playes written by the thrice noble, illustrious and excellent princess, the Lady Marchioness of Newcastle.

About this Item

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.
Rights/Permissions: To the extent possible under law, the Text Creation Partnership has waived all copyright and related or neighboring rights to this keyboarded and encoded edition of the work described above, according to the terms of the CC0 1.0 Public Domain Dedication (http://creativecommons.org/publicdomain/zero/1.0/). This waiver does not extend to any page images or other supplementary files associated with this work, which may be protected by copyright or other license restrictions. Please go to http://www.textcreationpartnership.org/ for more information.
Link to this Item: http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A53060.0001.001
Cite this Item: "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 June 17, 2024.

Pages

Scene 5.

Enter the Lady Hypocondria, as at her Husband Sir VVilliam Lovewells Closet-door; she knocks at the door.

LOvewel.

Who's there?

Hypocon.

'Tis I, Husband.

She enters.

Lovewel.

I may bid you welcome, VVife: for you are a stranger here.

Hypocon.

Truly Husband, I should not have disturb'd you, but that I was afraid you were not well: for I came two or three times to the door, and heard no noise, which made me afraid you might be in a swoun, or dead.

Lovewel.

I thank you for your loving fear and care of me.

Hypocon.

You may think this is an over-fond humour in me; but I have heard of many that have been found dead in their Beds, and in their Closets, when as their Friends never mistrusted it, but thought they were asleep, or a•• study, which if they had been found or known in time, they might have been recover'd.

Lovewell.

You say true Wife.

Hypocondria.

But now I know you are well, I will not disturb you any longer.

Lovewell.

I will bear your kindness company.

Exeunt.