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 25.
Enter the Arch-Prince, and the Lord Dorato.
ARch-Prince.

I wonder the Messenger is not returned from the Lady Perfection.

Lord Dorato.

I hope your Highness doth not intend to marry her?

Arch-Prince.

Why not? she is a virtuous Lady.

Lord Dorato.

She is but my Sons leavings.

Arch-Prince.

Virtue cannot be sullyed.

Lord Dorato.

But Sir, pray consider the advantages that you will lose by refusing the Emperors Daughter; besides, the Emperor will take it as an affront, and will endeavour to revenge it with Fire and Sword, for certainly he will make a war with you.

Arch-Prince.

Why, if he should, I make no question but I shall be able to incounter him, at least to resist him.

Lord Dorato.

But now Sir you live in a happy peace, wherein all your Sub∣jects grow rich, and your Kingdome flourishes with plenty, and your Highness lives in pleasure and magnificence, all which a VVar may bring to ruine; there is nothing got by VVars Sir, the venturers are losers; wherefore good Sir consider what danger, at least trouble, you will bring upon your self by this Marriage.

Enter Messenger.
Arch-Prince.

How comes it you staid so long?

Messenger.

I could no see the Lady.

Arch-Prince.

Would no she be seen?

Messenger.

No Sir, but after a long stay the Lady her Mother came to me, to receive your Highnesses Letter, and the Message your Highness sent by me, which when I had delivered, she bid me present her humble duty to your Highness, and to pray you to put her Daughter out of your thoughts, at least not to think of her for a VVife, for she had taken a Religious Habit, and had put her self into a Religious Order, wherein she would pray for your Highness as long as she lived.

The Prince stamps.
Arch-Prince.

Oh Fool that I was, that I did not prevent it.

Lord Dorato.

Your Highness did not know she would enter into a Religi∣ous Habit and Order.

Arch-Prince.

But I might have mistrusted it by her refusal, but I will en∣deavour to get her out; perchance she hath not made her Vows yet.

Exeunt.
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