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The citye match A comoedye. Presented to the King and Queene at White-hall. Acted since at Black-friers by His Maiesties Servants.
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Mayne, Jasper, 1604-1672.
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Sale Cyph. That married you War Look here they come Plot. First then Not to afflict you longer Uncle since We now are quit know all this was my project War How Plot. Your two Ships are richly landed if You 'l not believe me here 's the Saylor who Cyph. undisguises Transformd to Cypher can tell you Cyp. T is very true Sir I hired this travailing case of one o th' Sailors That came in one of 'em They lie at Black-wall Troth I in pitty Sir to Mr Plotwell Thought it my duty to deceive you War Very well Sir What are these Masquers too Plot. Faith Sir these Ex. Cyph. they undisguise Can change their formes too They are two friends Worth threescore thousand pound Sir to my use War Baneswright and Captain Quartfield Qu. Nay old boy Th' hast a good penny-worth on 't The jest is worth Three parts of foure Ban. Faith Sir we hope you 'l pay Tunnage and Poundage into th' bargaine War O You are a precious Rogue you ha preferr'd me To a chast Lucrece Sirrah Ban. Your Nephew Sir Hath married her with all her faults They are New come from Church War How Pl. Wonder not Sir you Were marri'd but in jest T was no Churchforme But a fine Legend out of Rablais Sal. Troth Salw undisguises This reverend weed cast off I 'me a lay Poet And can not marry unless 't be in a Play In the fift Act or so and that 's almost Worne out of fashion too Ms Sea These are the two That showd my sonne Ms Holl. Le ts have our mony back Plotw. But Uncle for the Joynture you have made her J hope you 'l not retract That and three parts Of your two Sips besides what you will leave Us at your death will make a pretty stock For young beginners War Am I o'rereacht so finely Sea But are you married Sir in earnest Plot. Troth We have not been abed yet but may goe And no Law broken Sea Then I must tell you Sir Y' have wronged me and I look for satisfaction Plotw. Why I beseech you Sir Sea Sir were not you Betrotht once to my daughter Ms Seath. And did not I And Ms Holland help to make you sure Plot. I doe confesse it Sea Beare witnesse Gentlemen He doth confesse it Plot. I 'le sweare it too Sir Sea Why Then have you matcht this woman Plot. Why because This is your Daughter Sir I 'me hers by Conquest For this daies service Sea I st possible I should Be out in my own child so Ms Sea I told you husband Ms Scru. Surely my spirit gave me it t was she And yet to see now you have not your Wire Nor Citie Ruffe on Mistresse Sue how these Clothes doe beguile In truth I took you for A Gentlewoman Sea Here be rare plots indeed Why how now Sir these young heads have outgone us Was my Sonne o th' plot too Plotw. Faith Sir he Is marryed too I did strike up a wedding Ent. Tim. Aur. Between him and my sister Pen. Look Sir They come without their Maiden heads Sea Why this Is better still Now Sir you might have askt Consent of Parents Tim. Pray forgive me Sir I thought I had match a Ladie but she proves Sea Much better Sir I 'de chide you as a Fish But that your choice pleads for you Tim. Mother pray Salute my wife and tell me if one may not Lie with her lips nay you too Mr Holland You taught her to make Shirts and Bonelace she 's Out of her time now Mr Holl. I release her Sir War I took your sister for a Ladie Nephew Plot. I kept her like one Sir my Temple scores Went to maintaine the Title out of hope To gaine some great match for her which you see Is come to passe War Well Mr Seathrift things Are just fallen out as we contrivd 'em I Grieve not I am deceived Believe me Gentlemen You all did your parts well t was carried cleanly And though I could take some things ill of you Faire Mistresse yet t was plot and I forget it Le ts in and make 'em Portions Sea Lead the way Sir Ban. Pray stay a litle War More Revelations yet Ban. I all this while have stood behinde the Curtaine You have a brother Sir and you a father Plot. If he doe live I have Ban. He in his time Was held the wealthiest Merchant on th' Exchange War T is true but that his shipwracks broke him Ban. And The debt for which he broke I heare you have Baneswr undisguises Compounded Sea I am paid it Ban. Then I thank you War My brother Plotwell Ban. Sonne I wish you joy Plot. O my blest starres my Father Ban. And to you fayre Mistresse Let it not breed repentance that I have For my security to scape your Father A while descended from my selfe to this Unworthy shape Now I can cast it off And be my true selfe I have a ship which fame Gave out for lost but just now landed too Worth twenty thousand pounds towards your Match Sea Better and better still War VVell what was wanting Unto our joyes and made these Nuptials Imperfect Brother you by your discovery Enter Cypher Have fully added Cyph. Sir The two Sheriffs are Within and have both brought their Wives War The Feast Intended for my wedding shall be yours To which I adde may you so love to say When old your time was but one Marriage Day FINIS THE EPILOGVE AT WHITE-HALL THE Author was deceiv'd for should the Parts And Play which you have seen plead Rules Arts Such as strict Criticks write by who refuse T' allow the Buskin to the Comick Muse Whose Region is the People every straine Of Royalty being Tragick though none slaine He 'd now Great Sir hold all his Rules untrue And thinks his best Rule is the Queen and You He should have searcht the Stories of each Age And brought five Acts of Princes on the Stage He should have taken measure and rais'd sport From persons bright and glorious as your Court And should have made his Argument to be Fully as high and great as They that see Here he confesseth you did nothing meet But what was first a Comoedy i th' street Cheapside brought into verse no passage strange To any here that hath been at th' Exchange Yet he hopes none doth valew it so low As to compare it with my Lord Maiors show T is so unlike that some he feares did sit Who missing Pageants did or'esee the wit Since then his Scenes no pomp or Highnesse boast And low things graced show Princes Princes most Your Royall smiles will raise 't and make him say He onely wrote your liking made the Play THE EPILOGVE AT BLACK-FRIERS ONce more the Author ere you rise doth say Though he have publique warrant for his play Yet he to th' Kings command needs the Kings Writ To keep him safe not to b' arraign'd for Wit Not that he feares his name can suffer wrack From them who six-pence pay and six-pence crack To such he wrote not though some parts have been So like here that They to Themselves came in To Them who call 't reproofe to make a face Who think they judge when they frown i th' wrong place Who if they speak not ill o th' Poet doubt They loose by th' Play nor have their two shillings out He saies he hopes they 'l not expect he 'd wooe The Play being done they 'd end their sowre looks too But before you who did true Hearers sit Who singly make a box and fill the Pit Who to his Comoedy read and unseen Had thronged Theaters and Black-Friers been He for his Doome stands your Hands are his Bayes Since They can onely clap who know to praise
THE CITYE MATCH A COMOEDYE PRESENTED TO THE KING and QVEENE AT WHITE-HALL ACTED SINCE AT BLACK-FRIERS BY HIS MAIESTIES Servants HORAT de Arte Poet Versibus exponi Tragicis res Comica non vult OXFORD Printed by LEONARD LICHFIELD Printer to the UNIVERSITY Anno Dom. M. DC. XXXIX TO THE READER THe Author of this Poem knowing how hardly the best things protect themselves from censure had no ambition to make it this way publique Holding workes of this light nature to be things which need an Apologie for being written at all Nor esteeming otherwise of them whose abilities in this kinde are most passable then of Masquers who spangle glitter for the time but t is through tinsell As it was meerly out of Obedience that he first wrote it so when it was made had it not been commanded from him it had died upon the place where it took life Himselfe being so averse from raysing fame from the stage that at the presentment he was one of the severest spectators there nor ever show'd other signe whereby it might be knowne to be his but his liberty to despise it Yet he hath at length consented it should passe the Presse not with an Ayme to purchase a new Reputation but to keep that which he hath already from growing worse For understanding that some at London without his Approbation or allowance were ready to print a false imperfect Coppy he was loth to be libell'd by his owne worke or that his Play should appeare to the world with more then its own faults Farewell THE PROLOGVE TO THE KING AND QUEENE THE Author Royall Sir so dreads this Night As if for writing he were doomd to th' sight Or else unlesse you doe protect his fame Y' had sav'd his Play and sentenc'd him to th' flame For though your name or power were i th' reprive Such workes he thinks are but condemn'd to live Which for this place being rescued from the fire Take ruine from th' advancement and fall higher Though None he hopes sit here upon his wit As if he Poems did or Playes commit Yet he must needs feare censure that feares prayse Nor would write still wer 't to succeed i th' Bayes For he is not o th' trade nor would excell In this kinde where t is lightnesse to doe well Yet as the Gods refin'd base things and some Beasts foule i th' Heard grevv pure i th' Hecatombe And as the Oxe prepar'd and crowned Bull Are Offerings though kept back and Altars full So Mighty Sir this sacrifice being neere The Knife at Oxford which y' have kindled here He hopes t will from you and the Queene grow cleane And turne t' Oblation what He meant a Scene THE PROLOGVE AT BLACK-FRIERS WEre it his trade the Author bid me say Perchance he 'd beg you would be good to th' Play And I to set him up in Reputation Should hold a Bason forth for Approbation But praise so gain'd He thinks were a Reliefe Able to make his Comoedy a Briefe For where your pitty must your judgement be T is not a Play but you fir'd houses see Look not his quill then should petitions run No Gathering 's heere into a Prologue spun Whither their sold Scenes be dislikt or hit Are cares for them who eat by th' stage and wit He 's One whose unbought Muse did never feare An Empty second day or a thinne share But can make th' Actors though you come not twice No Loosers since we act now at the Kings price Who hath made this Play publique and the same Power that makes Lawes redeem'd this from the flame For th' Author builds no fame nor doth aspire To praise from that which he condemn'd to th' fire He 's thus secure then that he cannot winne A Censure sharper then his own hath beene The Persons of the Play Warehouse An old Merchant Frank Plotwell His Nephew Cypher His Factor Baneswright Old Plotwell disguised Madam Aurelia Penelope Plotwell his daughter Seathrift A Merchant Ms. Seathrift His Wife Timothy His Sonne Dorcas Susan Seathrift his daughter Bright Two Templers Newcut Two Templers Ms. Scruple A Puritan Schoolemistresse Ms Holland A Seamster on the Exchange Quartfield A Captaine Salewit A Poet Roseclappe One that keeps an Ordinary Mill His wife Prentice Two Footmen Boy that sings The SCENE LONDON ACTVS I. SCENA I. Ware-house Seathrift I Promise you 't will be a most rare plot Ware-h. The Citty Mr Seathrift never yet Brought forth the like J would have them that have Fin'd twice for Sheriffe mend it Seath. Mend it Why T is past the wit o th' Court of Aldermen Next Merchant Taylor that writes Chronicles Will put us in Ware-h. For since I tooke him home Though Sir my Nephew as you may observe Seeme quite transfigur'd be as dutifull As a new prentice in his talke declaime Gainst revelling Companions be as hard To be entic'd from home as my doore posts This reformation may but be his part And he may act his vertues I have not Forgot his riots at the Temple You know Sr Seath. You told me Mr Warehouse Ware-h. Not the sea When it devour'd my ships cost me so much As did his vanities A voyage to th' Indyes Has been lost in a night His dayly suits Were worth more then the stock that set me up For which he knew none but the Silk-mans book And studied that more then the Law He had His Loves too and his Mistresses was enterd Among the philosophicall Madams was As great with them as their Concerners and I heare Kept one of them in pension Seath. My sonne too Hath had his Errours I could tell the time When all the wine which I put off by whole sale He took againe in quarts and at the day Vintners have paid me with his large scores But He is reformed too Ware-h. Sr we now are friends In a designe Seath. And hope to be in time Friends in Allyance Sir Ware-h. I le be free I think well of your sonne Seath. Who Timothy Believ 't a vertuous boy and for his sister A very Saint Ware-h. Mistake me not I have The like opinion of my Nephew Sir Yet he is young and so is your sonne nor Doth the Church-book say they are past our feares Our presence is their bridle now T is good To know them well whom we doe make our Heires Seath. It is most true Ware-h. Well and how shall wee knowe How They will use their fortune or what place We have in their affection without tryall Some wise men build their own Tombes let us try If we were dead whether our Heires vvould cry Or their long clokes this plot vvill do 't Seath. T will make us Famous upon the Exchange for ever I le home And take leave of my vvife and sonne Ware-h. And I le Come to you at your Garden house vvithin there Ex. Seath Enter Cypher SCENA II. Warehouse Cypher NOvv Cypher where 's my Nephew Cyph. In the Hall Reading a letter vvhich a