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Love will finde out the way an excellent comedy as it was acted with great applause, by Her Majesties servants, at the Phoenix in Drury Lane / by T.B.; Constant maid
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.; T. B.
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1661
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give it in our will to build an hospital And so our charity comes all together Besides who knows what tempests while we live May rise 't is wisdom not to be without A sun-shine in our bags to quiet all I know you want no suitors in the City There be courtiers great ones with large titles Cold in their own estates would warm themselves At your rich City-bonefire there 's no Alderman Or wealthy Merchant leaves his widow wealthy But streight some noble blood or lustie kindred Claps in with his guilt coach and Flandrian Trotters And hurries her away to the next Countess No matter for corruption of their blood Some undone courtier made her husband rich And this new Lord receives it back again I would not have your state thus eaten up By caterpillers but preserv'd and made Greater by marrying a discreet old man Bel. And such a one you shew your self Hor. You happily interpret me Bel. I will not tell you till we meet again What operation your good counsel has upon me Hor. She inclines 't is your good nature I 'm plain Hornet and have no tricks I 'll tell you all My fault I 'm given much to gather wealth No kindred only a neece left to my trust With a great portion one that is never like to marry Bel. Why Hor. She never thriv'd since she came to me Bel. I easily believe it Hor. Melancholy VVill kill her and yet I pursue all ways That promise her delight I spare no cost Of physick what her Doctor says is done Enter Hartwel and Frances Bel. 'T is lovingly perform'd Hor. VVhat 's he Bel. A Gentleman that bears my daughter much affection Hor. Sure I have seen him Bel. Master Hartwel Hor. Oh he 's a begger or must be very shortly Bel. Have you his lands in morgage Hor. Not yet not yet but he 'll want money too His kinsman Playfair keeps him company Take heed on him Bel. He has good breeding Hor. Hang breeding 't is unluckie They never keep their state that have too much on 't Counsel your daughter Mistress Bellamy To throw him off Bel. You direct well Hor. VVhen we are married I 'll provide a match For her Bel. You have care on us Hor. It will become me Hart. Is a suiter to thy mother Fran. He would be such a thing were I not happy In such a jolly father in law Hart. A looks like some cast money-bag that had given up The stuffing and for want of use grown mouldy He dares not keep a fire in 's Kitchen lest VVarming his hands which rather look like gloves so tan'd And thin he lets 'em scorch and gather into a heap I do not think he ever put off his clothes He would run mad at sight of 's own anatomie That such a wretch should have so vast a wealth Fran. I 'll not be his Neece For all his fortune Hart. I presume Your mother is more noble then to encourage Him in his courtship her estate would mix Not well with his ill-gotten wealth extorted From widows and from orphans nor will all His plenty keep his soul one day from famine 'T is time ill spent to mention him let 's talk Of something else Fran. Of what Hart. Of love again Whose flames we equally divide Hor. Your table Is a devourer and they shut up doors First that keep open house and entertainments This Lord is feasted and that young Ladies sweet tooth Must have a banquet t'other old Madam with ne'er a tooth must have some marchpane Coral to rub her gums withal these are Vain and ridiculous expences Bel. 'T is not too late to thrive Hor. This room has too rich furniture and worse Hangings would serve the turn if I may be Worthy to counsel pictures are too Superfluous of this and t'other masters Doing hang Michael Angelo and his oyls If they be given y' are the more excus'd To let 'em hang but have a care you let not Appear either in Arras or in Picture The storie of the prodigal 't will fright Young gentlemen from spending of their portions That come to visit you whose unbounden Riots May enrich you with their forfeited estates I have a thousand precepts more Bel. But d' ye not Think all this while of Heaven Hor. 'T is in my wealth Bel. Or hell Hor. A fable to fright fools and children but I cannot stay my Scrivener does expect me I 'll visit you another time sweet widow And give you more instructions Bel. Spare your labour I sha'not practice these in haste and must Declare these precepts make not for your welcome My patience was no vertue all this while If you but think you have a soul repent Your rules I am not covetuous to follow I dare not love ' em Hor. Live and be undone then You 'll tell me another tale hereafter widow Exeunt Hornet Enter Nurse and Close Nurse If it please you here 's a letter from Master Startup The Country-Gentleman Hart. What 's he Fran. A fresh fuitor of my Nurses commendations Close Heaven deliver me What have I seen sure this Thing was once at Bartholomew-Fire or such another Furr'd Baboon for all the world do'st know him And yet why do I ask the devil would hardly Take acquaintance with him Nurse 'T is master Hornet the great Usurer Close Hornet Nay then my wonder 's over and the devil himself Be such another they may be sworn brothers and divide Hell betwixt ' em Hart. Who 's that you talk on sirrah Close Of the disease that heaven be thank'd has left you Hornet But sir I have news for you Bel. Franck Hart. I 'll hear it in the Garden Exit Hartwel and Close Bel. Do you love this Gentleman Fran. I hope you move not this as if you doubted I took him first upon your character Into my good opinion Bel. But things alter What then I thought him I delivered you Nor since hath he deserv'd a less esteem In his own person but the circumstance Is not the same his fortune I have examined Which rises not to such a value I Did apprehend it it becomes my care Being at one gift to depart with thee And my estate to look for one whose purse May carry a proportion Fran. Make me not Imagine you would wed me to a heap Of shining dust a golden bondage Bel. Nor to penury His birth and education are not unworthy he 's hansome too But be not govern'd by your eye too much Children and age pursue us and some storms Hover about our frail conditions All these must be provided for they are not Kisses will make our winters warm and therefore Confident of your obedience I propound Another to your best thoughts Fran. Oh my unhappyness Bel. A Country gentleman of spreading fortunes Young too and not uncomely for his breeding It was not spun the finest but his riches Able to guild deformity and make Even want of wit a vertue when your life Renders it self more sweet by
LOVE will finde out the Way An Excellent COMEDY By T. B. As it was Acted with great Applause by Her Majesties Servants at the Phoenix in Drury Lane LONDON Printed by Ja Cottrel for Samuel Speed at the Signe of the Printing-Press in St. Paul's Church-yard 1661. Actors Names Hartwel a decay'd Gentleman lover of Mrs. Frances Playfayre Hartwel's kinsman and friend lover of Hornet's Neece Lambert another of Hartwel's friends counterfeit King Three or four counterfeit Lords of Poland Poldavis Master of the Horse Horner a great Usurer suitor to Mrs. Belamie Doctor of Physick to Hornet's Neece Startup a clownish Gentleman Hartwell's rival to Mrs. Frances Another Country-Gentleman his Neighbour Close an old trustie Servant to Hartwel Three more Servants cashier'd Justice of Peace Pursevant Officers Constable and Watch. WOMEN Mrs. Belamie a rich Widow Mrs. Frances her daughter Hartwell's Mistress Hornet's Neece Playfayres Mistress Nurse LOVE will finde out the Way Actus Primus Enter Hartwel and Servants Hart. NAy let 's not part so heavilie Close For my own part it does not trouble me so much That you have broke up house 1 Ser. And yet that sticks in my stomack For hospitality went out of fashion with crop-doublets and codpieces Close But I have worne out so many liveries under your worshpful father Hart. My father had an office which brought in A fair Revenew I inherit but His little land whose annual profits will not Encourage me to live at the same hight You may meet better fortunes there 's enough Preferment in the world my love and best Assistance promise to your selves Close I do not stand upon wages sir I wont leave you Hart. Not leave me how wilt thou live Close Live as other mortals do yet I wont play the thief that 's a course may be taken by which a man may ascend the ladder of preferment but I never lov'd to climb trees I must confess I cannot cheat I have heard there 's a devilish deal of knowledge in the dice and if men wont lend mony they 'll fetch it out o' th' bones but it 's best casting in a Tavern when the reckoning and the wine come up together Some men have a trick to spin out a living by 't there be many secret ways for Servingmen to live alas 't is not wages that does maintain all our tribe especially those that have Mistresses Hart. But I am a batchelour Close I pray let me be one of your buttons still then I am not half worne out ye know what mould I am made of I ever did you honest service and though the rest of my fellowvermine can leave your falling house I do not fear the rafters By this hand I will wait upon you though as some great mens servants I live upon nothing but the air of commendation Hart. Well since y' are so resolute still attend me the rest I here discharge there 's somewhat more not worth the Name of bounty I will all A happier entertainment 2 Ser. Heaven bless you sir and there be no remedy 1 Ser. Farewell Close Close Pray give me leave to wet my lips with my old fellows sorrow makes a dry proverb I must to a Tavern and condole a quart with ' em Hart. Meet me at Mistress Bellamy's Exit Hart. Close I shall sir Enter Playfaire Play How now my Masters Close You do not speak to me sir I am a servant still indeed the case is alter'd with them they are Masters for want of a service 1 Ser. Oh Master Playfaire 2 Ser. It is not now as when Andrea liv'd 3 Ser. This place was made for pleasure not for dearth 1 Ser. There was a time when Mortals whetted knives Play What 's the matter 2 Ser. In time of yore when men kill'd brutish beasts 3 Ser. Oh cruel butcher whosoere thou wert Close Do you not know what all this signifies Play Not I. Close My Master has given over house-keeping 2 Ser. Burglary sir burglary our young Master has broke up the Celler and thrown the Kitchen out of the Hall-window Close Nay he has thrown the house out at window it has a superscription already and is directed to his next loving friend that will pay the rent You 'll hardly know me I have no fellow Play Y' are very merry Close He has casheer'd a company 3 Ser. And taken our good names from us Play I know his nature is more noble thou wert his groom 3 Ser. Right and now I am turn'd off that good name is taken away nay I am not company for his horse Close Grass and Hay we are all mortal 2 Ser. VVe may see what it is to be prick'd with provender now we must bite o' th' bridle for 't all discharg'd Play Certain Close Yes certain of us are for my Master only belongs to me if you would speak with him you may overtake him he 's gone to Mistress B llamies in the mean time I give you to understand that I Close do still follow my Master have great hope to continue eating though the rest of my fellows here be blanks and want filling Play My Masters I have known you long and though you be at loss in the confidence of your future honesties I will employ you in a device which if it prove happy mayreward you handsomly Close And me too Play No sir you are another mans servant follow you your Master if there be occasion I 'll enquire for you will you be faithful to a project of mine Omnes Doubt it not sweet Master Playfair any thing Play Follow me for your instructions Farewel Close commend me to your Master 2 Ser. ' Buy Close honest Close we are blanks Ex. Playfaire and Servant Close Roul your selves up and be drawn at the next lotterie I wont leave my certainty for all your projects take my word for 't if your project fail I shall find some of you in Pauls watching behind a pillar with a prayer that some gentleman will read the bedrol and take pitty of a very serviceable fellow to wait on him but wants a cloak Much good do ye with your Project Exit Enter Hornet and Mistress Bellamy Hor. Come widow be rul'd by me I know the world And I have studied it these fifty years There 's no man to be trusted Bel. Without good Security you mean Hor. No young man widow That talks and says he loves you writes you verses And swears he shall go hang himself unless You pitty him take me an old man Bel. Take you an old man so Hor. Season'd with care and thrift not led away By vitious conversations nor corrupted With pride and surfeit one that knows the use Of money d' ye mark the use Bel. Yes sir use upon use you mean Hor. And dares not spend it prodigally knowing The principal end it was ordain'd to was To relieve necessity and lay up VVhat is above Bel. To help the poor Hor. You may If you be so dispos'd but 't is as commendable To