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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20088	A tragi-comedy: called, Match mee in London As it hath beene often presented; first, at the Bull in St. Iohns-street; and lately, at the Priuate-House in Drury-Lane, called the Phœnix Written by Tho: Dekker.; Match mee in London	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1631 (1631)	STC 6529; ESTC S105283	40,509	82

A TRAGI-COMEDY Called Match mee in LONDON As it hath beene often Presented First at the Bull in St. IOHNS-street And lately at the Priuate-House in DRVRY-Lane called the PHOENIX Si non His vtere Mecum Written by THO DEKKER LONDON Printed by B. ALSOP and T. FAVVCET for H. SEILE at the Tygers-head in St. Pauls Church-yard 1631 Drammatis Personae KING of SPAINE DON IOHN Prince DON VALASCO Father to the Queene GAZETTO Louer of TORMIELLA MALEVENTO Father to her CORDOLENTE her Husband ALPHONSO Courtiers IAGO MARTINES LVPO DOCTOR 2. CHVRCHMEN BILBO PACHECO LAZARILLO QVEENE TORMIELLA DILDOMAN a Bawd TO THE NOBLE LOVER and deseruedly beloued of the Muses LODOVVICK CARLELL Esquire Gentleman of the BOVVES and Groome of the King and Queenes Priuy-Chamber THat I am thus bold to sing a Dramatick Note in your Eare is no wonder in regard you are a Chorister in the Quire of the Muses Nor is it any Over-daring in mee to put a Play-Booke into your hands being a Courtier Roman Poets did so to their Emperours the Spanish Now to their Grandi'es the Italians to their Illustrissimoes and our owne Nation to the Great-ones I haue beene a Priest in APOLLO'S Temple many yeares my voyce is decaying with my Age yet yours being cleare and aboue mi ne shall much honour mee if you but listen to my old Tunes Are they set Ill Pardon them Well! Then receiue them Clad will you make mee if by your Meanes the King of Spaine speakes our Language in the Court of England yet haue you wrought as great A wonder For the Nine sacred Sisters by you are There become Courtiers and talke with sweet Tongues Instructed by your Delian Eloquence You have a King to your Master a Queene to your Mistresse and the Musse your Play fellowes I to them a Servant And yet what Duty soeuer I owe them some part will I borrow to waite vpon you And to Rest Ever So devoted Tho: DEKKER MATCH MEE IN LONDON ACTVS I. Enter MALEVENTO Malevento TOrmiella Daughter nor in this roome Peace 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. 11. 12. The dawne of Midnight and the Drunkards noone No honest soules vp now but Vintners Midwiues The nodding Watch and pitious Constable Ha My street doore open Bilbo Puskeena Bilbo Bawds Panders to a young Whore Bilbo Enter Bilbo Bilb. Theeues Theeues Theeues where are they Master Mal. Where are they Bilbo What Theefe seest thou Bil. That ilfauor'd Theefe in your Candle sir none else not I Mal. Why didst thou cry Theeues then Bilb. Because you cry'd Whores I knew a Theefe was alwayes within a stones cast of a Whore Mal. What mak'st thou vp at Midnight Bilb. I make them which are made euery houre i' th day patches Mal. Slaue what art doing Bil. That which few men can doe mending Sir Mal. VVhat art mending Bil. That which few men care to mend a bad sole Mal. Looke here come hither dost thou see what 's this Bil. I see t is our Wicket master Mal. Stop there and tell me is Tormiella forth Bil. I heard Puskeena our Kitchin-maid say she was going about a murther Mal. A murther of whom Bil. Of certaine Skippers she was fleaing her selfe Mal. She dwels not in her Chamber for my Ghost Call'd from his rest from Roome to roome has stalk'd Yet met no Tormelia Was not her sweet heart here to night Gazetto Bil. Gazetto no sir here was no Gazetto here Mal. Walke round the Orchard holla for her there Bil. So ho ho ho ho Exit Mal. She 's certaine with Gazetto Should he turne Villaine traine my poore child forth Though she 's contracted to him and rob her youth Of that Gemme none can prize because nere seene The Virgins riches Chastity and then When he has left her vgly to all eyes His owne should loath her vds death I would draw An old mans nerues all vp into this arme And nayle him to the Bed Enter Bilbo Bil. So ho ho ho the Conyes vse to feed most i' th' night Sir yet I cannot see my young mistris in our Warren Mal. No! Bil. No nor you neither t is so darke Mal. Where should this foolish girle be t is past twelue Who has inuited her forth to her quicke ruine Bil. My memory jogs me by the elbow and tels me Mal. What Bilbo out with all Bil. A Barber stood with her on Saturday night very late when he had shau'd all his Customers and as I thinke came to trimme her Mal. A Barber To trim her Sawst thou the Muskeod Bil. A chequer'd aprone Gentleman I assure you he smelt horrible strong of Camphire Bay leaues and Rose water and he stood fidling with Tormiella Mal. Ha Bil. Fidling at least halfe an houre on a Citterne with a mans broken head at it so that I thinke 't was a Barber Surgion and there 's one Cynamomo a Shopkeeper comes hither a batfowling euery Moone-shine night too Mal. What 's he Cynamomo Bil. I take him to be a Comfitmaker with rotten teeth for he neuer comes till the Barber 's gone Mal. A Comfitmaker Bii. Yes Sir for he gaue Tormiella a Candied roote once and she swore 't was the sweetest thing Mal. Dwels he hero i' th City Bil. He has a house i' th City but I know not where he liues Mal. Shee le follow her kind turne Monster get a light Bil. My sconce is ready Sir Mal. Call at Gazettoes Lodging aske how he dares Make a Harlot of my child slaue say no more Begon beat boldly Bil. I le beat downe the doore and put him in mind of a Shroue-tuesday the fatall day for doores to be broken open Exit Mal. For this night I 'm her Porter Oh haplesse Creatures There is in woman a Diuell from her birth Of bad ones we have sholes of good a dearth Exit Enter Cordolente and Tormiella Cor. No more my Tormiella night hath borne Thy vowes to heauen where they are fyl'd by this Eyther one day to crowne thy constant Soule Or if thou spot it with foule periury For euer to condemne thee Tor. Come it shall not Here am I sphear'd for euer thy feares deare Loue Strike coldly on thy jealous breast I know From that my Fathers promise to Gazetto That he should haue me contract is there none For my heart loath'd it is there left an oath Fit for a Maid to sweare by Cord. Good sweet giue o're What need we binding oathes being fast before I dare the crabbed'st Fate shee cannot spin A thred thus fine and rotten how now sad Tor. Pray Heauen I bee not mist at home deare Cordolente Thou shalt no farther I le venter now my selfe Cor. How sweet venture alone Torm. Yes yes good rest Cor. By that are Louers parted seldome blest Enter Bilbo Bil. Who goes there if you be a woman stand for all the men I met to night lye in the Kennell Tor. My Fathers man I am betray'd Cor. Feare nothing Tor. Bilbo Whether art thou running Bil. Out of