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 15.
Enter the Lady Disagree, and her Chaplin Master Perswader.
DIsagree.

VVell, I am resolv'd to be Divorced from my Husband, for I cannot endure his tyranny any longer: for he will let me have my will in nothing, crosses and contradicts me in every thing.

Perswader.

Madam, we are taught to obey and humble our selves to our Superiours, and the Husband is the Master of his Family, the Governour of his Estate, and Ruler and Disposer of his Children, the Guide and Protector of his VVife.

Disagree.

Yes, he protects me well indeed, when he breaks my head.

Perswader.

May be your Ladyship doth provoke him with some unkind words.

Disagree.

VVhat unkind words were they? I only said that Goos-quils made the best pens to write with, and he said no, that Crows-quils were better for that purpose: 'tis true, at last I returned as bad words as he flung at me.

Perswader.

Truly Madam, it is a great grief to your friends and servants, to see yoo live so disquietous together; besides, you torment your selves with your own anger.

Disagree.

That's the reason I would part: for I will never be a slave to his humour, I will rather chuse to die first.

Exeunt.
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