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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A16900	The faire maide of Bristovv As it was plaide at Hampton, before the King and Queenes most excellent Maiesties.	Day, John, 1574-1640?, attributed name.	1605 (1605)	STC 3794; ESTC S104660	20,099	46

another way No place shall be vnsought But we will haue him Exit the two old men Ana. Good mother stay them T●is their iourney forth May breed some mischiefe Therefore call them back againe Mo. Thou art to foolish girle let them go thou séeks his loue that is thy mortall foe Doct. O thou art framd of constancie thy selfe Challener what a iewell didest thou losse By shoing it vnto thy faithles friend and how like drosse doth he account of it Come vertuous maiden wipe those crystiall eies thou weepes for loue of him which loue defies Le ts in to counsell what may best relieue Where teares and sorrow giues men cause to grieue Exit Omnes Enter vallenger va What spightfull fortune Vallenger is this this villaine Docter hath betraide my trust and to my father all my plots reuealed Who flat denies me succor or reliefe I dare not I be seene within the citty For then there is no way but straight to prison I le call to mistris Florence I know that she is kind to her I le show my griefe and my sick mind Ho mistris Florence Enter Florence Flo. Whose there swéet Vallenger ist thée Why dost thou looke so sad how faires my deare Va. Y saith neuer worse but all my hopes in thée Flo. What is it swéet I will not do for thée Va. My Father and my wife knowes all my drift And all inraged threatens to be reuengd And will not let me haue no maintenance But sweares to plague me for my wickednes Flo. Is the wind in that doore What would you haue me do va To let me liue with thée a little space Vntill I haue obtained my Fathers grace Then what I haue swéet mistris shall be thine flo And what shall I do beg the while No Vallenger your deceaued in me think you that I le be priuy to your plotes to bring my selfe in danger of the Law Go to your wife and cherish her at home I do not like these wanton humors I. va I hope sweet Florence that you do but iest flo Be shrow my hart then do not take it so Pray leaue my house least your father come va Giue me house-roome Florence but to night Flo. Not an houre shall I haue my reputation Touched for thée if you linger héere I le send for the Officers to discharg my selfe Val. It is euen thus well what remedy Lie in the fields wretch there dispaire and die Flo. Pray God that Sentloe be not murdred now T●en all my hopes are lost Enter Blunt Flo. How now Blunt what newes Blu. Sentlo hath drunk his last the déed is done Flo. Then are we vndone Blunt Blu. Why wherefore Flo. The poore deiected Vallenger was héere As dry as dust not left a single doyt His father vowes to follow law of him Well would that Sentlo were aliue againe Blu. T is done and therefore now there is no help Flo. Yes Blunt ther 's help but marke a womans wit Vallenger is but new gone out of doores Go follow him and mark where he lies downe And if thou séest he is inclinde to sléepe Lay Sentloes murdred body hard by him Pluck out his sword and all be bloudy it And then cry murder as if he dyd the déed About it Blunt do not the same neglect And then we two are frée from all suspect Flo. Feare not this shal be done effectually flo Then farewell come to me when t is done Meane while I le home and stur not out of doore Exit Blu. The diuell take thée for a filthy whore Thou art apt enough in murder and in lust But like a stone in any thing is honest Well ere to morrow many thinges will chang That dead men should reuiue it would séeme strang Now after Vallenger I mean to goe To sée in what place he doth himselfe bestow Exit Enter Sentlo very drousie Sent. I wonder that I am so dull and heauy My féete doth stumble as I go along Mine eies hangs downe as if I had not slept This twenty daies pray god it be for good Still more and more well I must néeds lie downe And make my pillow of the grasse and ground He lies downe and falles a sleepe Enter Vallenger va How yrkesome is the day vnto my eies My cheeks do blush for to behold the skies Methinks the heauens doth frowne vpon my sin And to repentance bids my hart begin the earth do burne my feete with scorching fire Because that all as hot was my desire So heauen and earth my practise doth confound Yet must I be beholding to the ground My griefe is héer sléep doth follow sorrow heere rest thy wretched carkas till to morrow Here he lies downe to sleepe Enter Blunt Blu This way he went and here he is laid to sleepe And Sentlo by him this is excellent Now Harbart since thou hast don him all this good For once be a littell lauish of thy blood Heere he stabs his arme and blodies Sentloes face and pluckes out vallingers sword and blodies it and laies it by him Blo The Potion I gaue sentloe to drink Doth make him séeme to all as he were dead And yet his time is not come to wake Now will I raise the wach Murder murder Exit Vallinger startes vp val What noise is that affrites mine eares With murder I laid me downe to sléepe What 's here My sword drawne out and blody And here 's a gentleman new murdred Some villaine surely that hath don this déed Hath laid this murdred body here by me So by that meanes himselfe might be thought frée If it be so why then most hapie I that hates to liue and hath such meanes to dy Enter the Constable and officers Con. Se here 's the murdred body and here the murdrer I chardge you in the kings name Deliuer vp your weapons And goe along with vs With all my hart sée ther my weapons are And cary me wheresoere you please Exit with vallinger Con. Goe to prison with him presently the rest bring in this murdred body Enter Blunt in his owne shape Blo God saue you sir I here it rumored a gentleman is slaine Con. I sir a proper man and here he lies Blo O noble sentloe dostly soe lowe Breake hart assonder that thy frend is slaine Con. Sir do you knowe the gentleman Blo Yes sir he was my louing friend And we at oxford fellow Pupels were Then good sir let me in kindnesse craue That as I allwaies lou'd him in his life so I may haue his body at his death That I may giue him Cristian burial Con. With all my hart wee l leaue him with you sir and I am sory fer for your heauines Blo So this goes well once I le be blont again Exit constable For now the times drawes on of his awake Sentloe rises Exit Sent. I neuer slept more soundly in my life But stay how comes my hands soe blody So is my face me thinkes stay here 's my man

a worse will serue your furne Ana. Withall my hart héere mistris take ●t at home I haue a better please you to goe With me I le giue it you Flo. Heere 's a wonderfull good fashiond gown I de ride my horse twenty milles for such another va Huswife vncase a worse will serue your turne ana All that I haue sweet Vallenger is thine and what is thine thou boldly maist bestow Giue all I haue onely reserue thy selfe and gentlewoman pitty my estate think that I am a woman as your selfe Had you a husband that you loued so deere And see another rob you of his hart Would it not grieue you Yes I know it will But yet I pray for My sake vse him kind I am sure hee le deserue it at your hands va Goe get you hence or else I le send you packing Ana. I will sweet loue and where so e●e thou art God send thee neuer a lesse louing hart Exit Enter Sentloe and Blunt Sent. vallenger your a villaine to vse me thus va Sentlo the villaine I throw back againe And will maintaine mine honor with my sword Draw vallenger one of our deaths is nigh Here they drawe Blunt and the Docter comes betweene them Blunt Go too put vp vallenger or I le make you va Well sentlo another time shall ●erue for vs. Exit va●lenger and the Docter flo I prethée gentle loue be patient Sent. Out ye Whore come not in my sight For if thou dost by heauen I le martir thée Exit Sentlo Flo. Caulest thou me whore now by this light I le haue thée murdred and if gold can do it Blunt Gold can do much but deuill can do more Héere is a true paterne of a common whore Mistris what meanes my maister to part in such a rage flo For●ooth the Gentleman is Iellious But I would quickly rid him of that Feuer And if thou wouldest Blunt but con●ent with me Blunt What is if Mistris it shall goe hard Shall make me stack in what ma● profit you Although you still thought that I loued you not flo Now Blunt I sée it and will report thy loue And for asigne héere take this purse of gold And now but marke the issue of my purpose Thou Séest that Sentloes coine begins to wear And Vallenger is euen now on the spur And for my sake will empty all his treasure And what I haue I will impart to thée But murder Sentlo then is Florence frée Blunt Mistris if this should be done a crash of your office were not cast away flo Feare not Blunt we w●ll not stick for that Blunt Then héere 's my hand before the sun go downe I le do the déede Sentlo shall shortly die flo The déed being done come presently to me And we will frollick in his tragedy Exit florence Blu. O Sentlo wert not for thy friend How many dangers hadest thou fallen into The mischi●f● now abroach I did foretell For by my meanes thy life in safety dwelles Exit sentloe The drunken mirth Enter sir Godfrey Eustice and the docter Anabel in her wastcote God O my déere daughter how could he vse thée thus eust My son rob thée of thy faire O●naments God And for a strumpets loue O God O God eust Split soule a sunder that thy sons so vild God Giue me my child Sir Eustice as she is A vertuous maid dishonored by thy ●on eust Giue me my ●on that I may punish him For wronging this ●aire slower thy worthy child God Alack good knight I make my mone to thée And thou in true loue canst but pitty me Eust Alas good knight my griefs so iumps with thine That as I wéepe ●or thée so pitty mine Enter the Mother Mo. Where is my child where is my Anabell God Héer wife let vs hold hands and in thrée parts Le ts sing around and so wéep out our harts Mo. How could the wretch deare ●oule abu●e thée so ana Call him not wretch he is wretched but by me In mee consists the cau●e of all this wo Faire Florence is the mistris of his hart To her I am but as a Counterfit Rather I am an ethyop ●oule deform'd And therefore hated of my Vallenger Doct. O Beautious maid blemish not thy name Thou art Heauenly bright and she as black as hell God Should any but my Anabell say so Tho age hath set his foote vpon my back I would maintaine thy Beauty Sweare thou wert faire Nay more then that defend it with my sword eust Sir God-frey ●o would I by heauen I would I wert against that fugetiue my son Fugetiue in forsaking of his wife To lead the race of an intemprat life Mo. Héere me but one word gentle maister Docter The Lord be with the vertuous Challener where ere he Be Sir he should haue had my child Good honest Gentleman he should And I repent me twenty hundred times So my goodman forsooth would néeds Make vp the match with this same vnthrift And now you sée how he doth vse my child alas Doct. This is ●ome com●ort in this depth of wo Thy vertue is preferd be●ore thy foe Why then tell them boldly who thou art No be still the Docter hold thy course begun There is more a foote then will in hast be done eust Brother it shall be so he shall not haue A graue roome of my Land God He spends no goods of mine vpon his trull eust Cut off all maintenance that is the way To make him sée his sin ana O say not so déere father hée le repent And I shall haue a husband o● new birth god Girle thou art to foolish so are we to long Sufferance in this may grow to further wrong Doct. To further wrong indéed for Vallenger Hath hired me to poyson Anabell eust What his true harted wife Doct. Delay is worse to danger credit me And by that plot Sentlo must likewise die god Blessed be the houre that euer thou camst to bristo eust A Docter of more honesty there liues not god Were he our son a thousand times We must not let him be a murderer ana Good Father let it suffice you know it And may preuent it follow it then no further Doct. O thou that rules the lotery of life Why should a bad man haue a vertuous wi●e Or a bad wife haue a husband that is good Dost thou delight in contraryeties Then Wherfore do we striue for vertue still When we are maistred by a greater will Come good old man come myrror of true wiues O let my hart with your harts simpathise although I am no kinsman to lament In your distres i●●gruf● as deeply spent God Docter brother what 's to be done eust Gods me we must go apprehend him strait god There is no dallying in a matter of such wait And therefore let vs not be slack in this eust No no brother with your men Beset you Sentloes house he may be there I and my men will post