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A tragi-comedy, called New-Market-Fayre, or A Parliament out-cry: of state-commodities, set to sale. The prologue sung by the cryer ...; New-Market-Fayre. Part 1.
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Man in the moon.
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1649
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Wing T2018A; ESTC R219725
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A Tragi-COMEDY called NEW-Market-FAYRE OR A PARLIAMENT Out-Cry OF State-Commodities SET TO SALE The Prologue sung by the Cryer Come come away to the Fayre I say for now 't is the Saints Market-Day Here be pretty things toys for your new Kings Scepters Crowns Diamonds and Rings Mannors for pleasure good land for your treasure good People here is measure for measure Come Tom and â—oll Iane Câ—sse Sue and Doll and wise Aldermen of the City See but this Play and before you go away you 'l say t is wondrous priâ—ty Welcom Welcom with alâ— my heart For now the Cryer must mind his Part. The Second Edition Corrected and amended by the Author Printed at you may go look 1649. To his Noble Friend the Man in the Moon in Comendations of his Tragi-Coemedy called NEW-Market-FAYRE PRoceed Dear friend and bid them doe their worst Tell them their Acts are like themselves accurst Thine are more blest and happy that give sight To blinde-men thy Moon i th' clipse puts out their light But when our Soâ— but daines to appeare In the bright Orbe of his Right Hemisphere Then shall State-Glow-worms vanish to their graves So ends thy Play and so will end such Knaves Mean while thou hast the wishes of my heart This Gold to boot to write thy Second Part. Thine W. M. B. In. Tem The Actors Names Fairfax Crumwell Their Wives Ireton Mildmay Skippon Pride Martyn Half a score Aldermen Rains broughs widow Two Cryers Three Messengers The Scene WESTMINSTER A Tragi-COMEDY called NEW-Market-FAYRE OR A PARLIAMENT Out-Cry OF State-Commodities SET TO SALE Enter CRYER with a Crown and Scepter a Cabinet of Jewells Suites and Roabes belonging to the late King Cryer O Yes O yes O yes here is a golden Crowne worth many a hundred Pound 't will fit the head of a Fool Knave or Clowne 't was lately taken from the Royall Head of a King Martyred Who bids most Here is a Scepter for to sway a kingdom a new reformed way 't was usuâ—p'd from one we did lately betray pray Customers come away Here be Jewells of wondrous price they will dazzle both your eyes come come who buyes here be suits of the Kings Bands Shirts and Shoo-strings Here be S ockings here be shooes and cuffes and double double Ruffes here be cloaks hats and gloves Rings and Bracelets of His Dear Loves Here be boots and spurres and bloody handkerchers with his Roabs that be royall his Watch Sun-diall Here be Cabinets with Letters to instruct all your betters his Meditations and Prayer-book in which all Nations may look here is his Haire and royall Blood shed for his Subjects good here be Liberaries and Books and Pictures that containe his Looks Here you may all things buy that belong to Monarchy Here 's a Bowl his blood to Carrowse with the Goods belonging to his House here be rich Hangings Chairs and Stools belonging to the House of Lordly Fools here be seats of Wool-packs and many pretty Knacks Come customers buy for the STATE wants money my Candle is light and I shut up before night Enter Fairfax Cromwell Ireton Pryde Martyn Mildmay and Skippon Fair. GEntlemen welcome to New-Market-Fayre Here are Commodities worth your Purchasing the spoyls of Tyrant Kings and of incestious Queens which We have crush'd by power of Arms and made them taste Our high Displeasure at large when Victory was proud to honor Us at Nasbys happy Field I hope you 'l give me leave to chuse what I like best Crum My Lord the Fayr is proclaim'd and Free you have no greater priviledge then the meanest here our Interest 's all alike in every parcell Cry What want ye Gentlemen here 's Stately Ware The Goods o th' King and his Exiled Heire Crum Where is the Crowne that Col. Martyn took from the Abby at Westminster some four yeers since I think it fitts my Temples and iâ— the richest save one anâ— that the Rebell Earl of Darby hath i th' Ile of Man Cryer Here 't is Sir try it on So now 't is sure And makes you look more like a King then Brewer Fair. 'T is most my â—ight and best becomes my head Crum Not yet my Lord till OLIVER be dead Better to Straight then to have none at all aside Were it but on yours should quickly fall Here 's a hundred pound in gold for it And here 's the Purse was given me by a Citt. Cry A hundred pound bid for the royall Crown of England who bids any more Fair. Here 't is trebble Cry Three hundred pound bid for the royall Crown of England who bids more Crâ—m I le hav 't in spight of Fairfax or Fate Although I buy 't at ne're so deare a rate Here 's five hundred pounds and now 't is mine Fair. But not so hasty sir Here 's a thousand for it And more because I le make it sure I le give thee in my Bason and my Vre Crom. I caus'd the Owner of it loose his head And shall I loose his Crowne now he is dead No Did it encompasse the powrful brows of JOVE I 'de storm the Heavens and fetch it from above Fair. Are you content to share it then Crom. No A Crown admits no Rivall I le all or none He sits unsafe that doth divide his Throne Enter my Lady Fairfax and Mrs. Crumwell Fair. I le try that presently draws his sword Mrs Câ—um Doe if thou darst she stands stradling betwixt Run thy Blade in a Woman doe Thou white liver'd Knave thou thou art mark'd for a Roague Woo'd I were a man for thy sake Uds. fut Ide Lady Fair. What woo'd ye Mistris Yest and Graynes marry foh Come up Small-beer You 'd make your nose as red-hot as your husbands and thrust it into his Fizzling-place woo'd ye not Mistris Brazen-face Mrs. Crom. Call me Mistris brazen-face thou Rotter-dam slut thou call me brazzen-face Thou look'st more liker a Mistris fools-face or like thy Husbands-face then I do a brazzen-face or a copper-face either Come come I never had a Bastard by another man when my Husband was at the Leaguer before Breda nor I keep not câ—mpany with Cavaliers at Tavernes nay at Bawdy Taverns too when thy Tom Innocent has been in fight Gorge me that Gorge me that Madam Turn-tayle maks hornâ— Fair. You 'l peace you Shee-Otter I le make ye take your Copper else and for Dives-face thy husband I le deale well enough with him come fire-snowt draw Mild. Nay good my Lord put up your sword we shall ere long I fear have occasion enough to use your Valour Fy fy in your own Country wrong your own Country 't is the way to make us loose all we have got and fetch the Prince in amongst us I le to the Counsell of State and take up the businesse to all your contents I le warrant ye in the mean time you may equally divide the Houses and goods of the late King Queen and Prince amongst us you two shall cast lots