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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A53070	The country captaine and the Varietie, two comedies written by a person of honor ; lately presented by His Majesties servants at the Black-Fryars.; Country captaine	Newcastle, William Cavendish, Duke of, 1592-1676.; Newcastle, William Cavendish, Duke of, 1592-1676. Varietie.	1649 (1649)	Wing N877; ESTC R16163	76,528	194

Sir Rich. I must confesse you frighted mee at first Enter Dorothy Dor. My Master come back if hee had founde the sick Sir Francis heere Sir Rich. How now art thou frighted too Dor. Frighted quoth a ô Madame the key of the closett quickly I must have some cordiall water for Sir Francis I feare this fitt will kill him Lad. Alasse good Gentleman make hast Dor. His appearance would betray all Thus prevented Exit Lad. Nay sweete heart you shall not leave me till I told what a cruell dreame I had me thought a kinge of blackamoores was in love with me and havinge by flatteringe courtship drawne me to his bed chamber by my consent or force swore to enjoy me I knew not by what reasons to divert the Rauisher but told him that I hearde thy voice I bid him if hee lou'd his life retire for thou wouldst deare revenge my honnour but hee persuinge mee I cryd out murther and having nere a sword I councelld thee to strangle him with a lute stringe for which cruelty of myne me thought hee threw an Arrowe at mee which if thou hadst not wak'd mee as thou didst would as I slept with my strong feares have killed me Sir Rich. This was the kinge of Moroco well I am glad I came to take away thy fright Lad. But sweete you left me with a resolution to hunt this morninge have you done already Sir Rich. The theeves prevented me my stable has bin robd to night two geldings my Roane nagg are vanished Lad. How Sir Rich. Nay doe not thou vex I have sent Hue and cry that may overtake them but come I 'le leave thee to thy glasse and visit Sir Francis now shee is return'd How does your Noble guest Enter Dorothy Dor. Hee is pretty well Sir Hee has voided one stone since and now findes ease Sir Rich. T is well attend your Mistris Exit Lad. Oh wench I had almost undone my selfe come on the other side reach me that petticote I le tell thee the story as I make me ready Exeunt Enter Sister and Device Sist. Is it possible you can talke thus and bee no Scholler Dev. I have travell'd in my fancy tooke the Aire about the world with the muses and doe for my recreation of witt compose some wonders in Verse Poeticall Essaies as one upon report of a heate that was in Aegipt Sist. Let 's heare them Dev. In Countryes I have been Vnder the Aequinoctiall where I have seene The Sun disperse such a prodigious heate That made our sive-like skinns to raine with sweate Men would have given for an Ecclipse their lives Or one whisper of Aire yet each man striues To throw up grasse feathers nay women too To finde the winde all falls like lead none blew The dogg starr spitts new fire till 't came to passe Each eye became his neighbours burninge glasse Leane men did turne to Asshes presently Fatt men did roast to leane Anatomy Young womens heate did gett them selves with child For none but they them selves them selves defild Old women naturally to witches turn'd And only rubbinge one an other burnd The beastes were bakt skin turn'd to crust they say And fishes in the river boild away Birds in the Ayre were rosted and not burnd For as they fell downe all the way they turn'd Sist. Most excellent Dev. I have seene Larkes in that motion at fire with an Engine of packthred perpendicular Sist. What would they have given for a shower in those Countreys Dev. Now you talke of a shower you shall heare another Coppy of Verses that I made of a mightie raine which fell once in the Indies Sist. That you made if you will venture your lungs let me heare some more impossible stories to passe away the time Dev. Heaven did not weepe but in its swellinge eye Whole seas of rheume and moist catharrs did lye Which so bespauld the lower world men see Corne blasted and the fruite of Every tree Ayre was condens'd to water gainst their wish And all their fowle was turn'd to flyinge fish Like watermen they throung'd to plye a faire And thought it had bin navigable Ayre Beastes lost the naturall motion of each lymme Forgot to goe with practisinge to swimme A trowte now heere you would not thinke How soone Tane ready drest for the Empresse of the Moone The fixed starrs though to our eyes were missinge Wee knew yet were by their continuall hissinge Women were Mermaydes saylinge with the winde The greatest miracle was fish behinde But men were all kept chast against their wish And could comitt but the cold sin of fish Sist. And that sinn would puzzell all the civill lawyers in the Kingdome Sins of the flesh they are perfect in they know well enough what belongs to Adultery simple fornication but you would much improue and oblidge the practice of the court if you could bringe this sinn of fish under their comission But now I hope the rayne is over and wee shall have faire weather Dev. Now can I tell you Lady what a. strange frost was in one part of the world Sist. I shall cry out fire if you doe I 'ld rather have some discourse to keepe me warme Dev. Or how the whole world was troubled with the wind collick Sist. No more Earth quakes I beseech you some frends of myne lost a great deale of Land the last tearme for ought I know t is never to bee recoverd Why all these Verses you have honored me to heare were translated out of French Dev. You say very trew Lady Sist. Noe noe they are out of Spanish as I remember Dev. I thinke it bee out of Spanish indeede Sist. Or else out of the Italian Dev. Troath Madame I know not which very well Sist. And yet you made them some Gentlemen have the facultie to make Verses and forgett what Language was the Originall t is a la Mode I confesse Sir Dev. There is the mischeefe in Poetry A man might have told a hundred lyes in prose upon his owne name and never miscarry but leavinge these lewd Rymes Lady how doe you like the Novice that Sir Richard comended Sist. Master Courtwell Dev. Is he not a pretty Chrysome I could not Choose but laugh to observe in what rurall deportment he came to salute you that should have made his addresse in these postures Sist. It is enough Sir I apprehend what you would doe the truth is touching that thinge in black I doe not love him Dev. I know t is impossible Sist. Why is it impossible The man is a prettie indifferent meaninge man but I must have one of a more Active spiritt noe noe the man is a coward Dev. Hee lookes like one Sist. I put him to it hee dares not fight and hee that expects my favor to soe high a degree as Marriage must bee none of my Lord Mayors whiffelers he must be valiant in Armes I am not taken with a ringe or a Carkenett as some avaricious Ladyes hee that presents me with the