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A36966	A common-wealth of women a play : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal, by Their Majesties servants / by Mr. D'Urfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Sea voyage.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. Sea voyage.	1686 (1686)	Wing D2715; ESTC R21998	43,119	66

and very Rocky Mar. However let 's attempt it Bolds Then Cheer lustily my Hearts and away with her Exeunt SCENE a Barren Island Enter Sebastian and Nicusa savagely drest Sebast. IT must be a Ship I see it now a tall Ship she has wrought lustily for her Deliverance Heav'ns Mercy what a dismal Day has here been Nicus. To still and quiet Minds that know no Miseries it may seem wretched but with us 't is ordinary Heav'n has no Storm in store nor Earth no Terror that can seem new to us Sebast. 'T is true my Son If Fortune were determin'd to be wanton And wou'd wipe out the story of Mens Miseries Yet we two living still should cross her purpose Canst thou see ' em Do they live still Nicu. Yes and make to Shore Sebast. Most miserable Men I pity ' em Nicu. What Shouts of Joy they make Shout Sebast. Alas poor Wretches Had they but once Experience of this Island They 'd turn their Shouts to Howlings Nicu. Nay to Curses That ever they set Foot on this fad place Sebast. Sad indeed where nothing is but Rocks and Barrenness Hunger and Cold Here 's no Vineyards To cheer the Heart of Man Nor Chrystal Rivers After his Labour to refresh his Body If he be Feeble nothing to restore him But Heav'nly Hopes Nature that made those Remedies Dares not come here nor look on our Distresses For fear she turn Wild like the place and Barren Nicu. Then Sir the memory of what we were When we were seated in our blessed Homes Gives us a double Misery Sebast. Oh Curse on those French Pirates that displanted us And drove me from my Wife and pretty Children To live a wretched Life upon this fatal Island Nicu. They are living yet I hope Sir such Goodness Cannot perish Sebast. They may live but never to me my Son Never to me again Look on 't What bear Their Flagg-staves Nicu. The Arms of England Sebast. They get to Shore apace What 's that which Swims Nicu. A strong young Man with a hansom Woman hanging about his Neck Sebast. A Noble Fellow I warrant him May this brave Charity who e're thou art Be spoken in a place that may renown thee And not dye here Nicu. Their Boat it seems turn'd over And forc'd them to their Shifts yet all are landed They are certainly Pyrates Sebast. Let 'em be what they will they will not Rob us For none will take our Misery for Riches Come Son let us descend and try their Pities If we get off we have a little hopes If not we shall but load this wretched Island With the same Shaddows still that must grow shorter Exeunt Enter Marine Aminta Du Pier Boldsprite Franvil Frugal Hazard Boatswain Surgeon and Sailers D. Pier. Wet come a Shore my Hearts we are safe arriv'd tho' Mar. Thanks to Heavens Goodness and no Man lost neither but the poor Chaplain D. Pier. Ay the poor Soul-Broker's gone he was wash'd with a Wave off the Quarter-Deck I saw his Cassock and he fluttering between Wind and Water a great while Well Peace be with him he was too good for us Mar. The Weather 's turn'd more Courteous and the Ship rides fair too and her Leaks in good plight How does my Dear Alas poor Heart How weak she is and wet Amint. I am glad I escap'd with Life For which Dear Captain I am oblig'd to you Oh let the Heav'ns but bless me with a means How to reward such Love and I am happy Mar. This Rosy kiss rewards me ten times o're And this ten thousand Amint. I cannot speak for Joy Embrace Mar. My Dearest Life Well what cheer my Lads D. Pier. Faith no great Cheer Captain a piece of Sous'd Bisket and half a hard Egg For the Sea has taken order being young and strong we shall not surfeit For my own part the Water has made a mear Toste of me I am sopt rarely However I 'le Dance till I am dry Come Surgeon out with your Glister-pipe Sirrah and strike a Galliard Mar. Why what a brave day is here And what fair Weather after so foul a Storm Frug. Ay if the Master had not been bewitch'd he might have foreseen this Weather and have sav'd our Goods Oh my dear Plate and Jewels Oh my dear Money Vengeance on the Master Franv Ay and twenty small Curses beside I have lost my fine Wardrobe oh insupportable the Ladies will hate me Mar. Oh never think on 'em VVe have our Lives and Healths Haz. For my part I 've lost nothing but my Pray'r Book I sav'd my other Cargo my bale of Dice therefore I am happy Frug. Not think of 'em Sir I must and will think of 'em And that 't was most maliciously done to undo me Fran. And me too I lost all I had fifteen fair Suits the worst of 'em Embroider'd and now I ha'n't so much as a Shirt left D. Pier. Ha ha ha hast not Faith Fran. No by this Light nor ragg of Cloaths neither but these poor things D. Pier. Give me thy hand I am glad on 't with all my Heart Is thy Skin whole Fran. Sir you may spare your Raillery D. Pier. Faith I shannot Harkee wilt thou see a Dog fish now rise in one of thy brave Doublets And tumble like a Tub to make thee merry Or an Old Haddock rise with thy Beaver Hat on A Mermaid in a Wastcoat of your Worships or a Dolphin with your Point Crevat Fran. You are merry Sir but if I take it thus if I be foisted and jeer'd out of my VVardrobe Frug. Nor I neither Haz. Nor will I leave my Friends Frug. Neither Master nor Mate nor none of you shall abuse me I say our Goods might ha' been sav'd and I 'le have satisfaction Mar. Nay be not angry Gentlemen Fran. Sir we have reason And some Friends I can make Bolds Why you Scoundrels was not what I did for the general Safety if you aim at me I am not so tame Haz. No nor we neither Offer to draw D. Pier. Pray take my Counsel Gallants Fight not till the Surgeon be well d' ee hear He 's damnable Sea-sick yonder and may spoil all Besides he has lost his Fiddle-stick And the best Box of Boars-grease Nay do not draw your Swords for if you do Mar. Who would you fight with Gentlemen Who has done you wrong For shame be better temper'd no sooner come to give thanks for our safeties but we must raise new Civil Broils among us Put up put up for shame Fran. We have been wrong'd Sir and damnably too D. Pier. Nay lookee if you will needs fight and think to raise new Riches by your Valours come have at you I have little else to do now I have said my Prayers You say you have lost and make your Loss your Quarrel and grumble at my Captain here and the Master two worthy Persons indeed too worthy for such Rescals Come you Wardrobe Gallant come on and you Money Merchant that