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 June 17, 2024.
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Scene 39.
Enter the Lady Inconstant, and Monsieur Disguise.
LAdy Inconstant.
O my Dear love, I have such an opportunity, that For∣tune could never have given me a better; for my Husband is fallen Sick, and if I Poyson him now, the VVorld will say, and think it was his Sickness that kill'd him, and that will secure me.
Disguise.
I he be Sick, perchance he may dye, and that will save you the labour, and hazard of poysoning.
Inconstant.
O But if he should recover again, then I were undone; where∣fore I will not venture to rely upon his Sickness.
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Disguise.
Use your discretion, but tis not fit we should be seen together; wherefore, I will kiss your hands, and leave you for a time.
Inconstant.
And I hope the next time we meet, we shall be rid of the ob∣structor of our loves:
Exeunt.
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