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 6.
Enter Captain Ruffell, and his Wife Madam Ruffell.
CAptain Ruffell.
VVife prepare your self to follow the Army, for 'tis now the fashion for VVives to march, wherefore pack up and away.
Madam Ruffell.
VVhat with a Knapsack behind me as your Trull? not I, for I will not disquiet my rest with inconveniences, nor divert my pleasures with troubles, nor be affrighted with the roring Cannons, nor indanger my life with every Potgun, nor be frozen up with Cold, nor stew'd to a gelly with heat, nor be powdered up with dust, untill I come to be as dry
descriptionPage 585
as a Neats-tongue; besides, I will not venture my Complexion to the wroth of the Sun, which will tan me like a Sheeps skin.
Captain Ruffell.
Faith VVife, if you will not go, I will have a Landery-Maid to ride in my VVaggon, and ly in my Tent.
Madam Ruffell.
Prethee Husband take thy Kitching Maid along too, for she may have as much Grease about her as will serve to make Sope to wash your Linnen with, and while you ride with your Landery-Maid in your Waggon, I will ride with my Gentleman-Usher in my Coach.
Captain Ruffell.
Why Wife, it is out of love that I would have thee go.
Madam Ruffell.
And 'tis out of love that I will stay at home; besides, do you think I mean to follow your Generals Lady as a common Trooper doth a Commander, to feed upon her reversions, to wait for her favour, to watch for a smile; no, no, I will be Generalissimo my self at home, and di∣stribute my Colours to be carried in the Hats of those that will fight in my quarrel, to keep or gain the Victory of my favour and love.
Captain Ruffell.
So I may chance to be a Cuckhold before I return home.
Madam Ruffell.
You must trust to Fortune for that, and so I wish you a good Journey.
Exeunt.
email
Do you have questions about this content? Need to report a problem?
Please contact us.