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A29349
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The covntrie girle a comedie, as it hath beene often acted with much applause / by T.B.
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Brewer, Anthony, fl. 1630-1655.
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1647
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Wing B4425; ESTC R5042
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dancing Abram with e'm Gil. You see we swet to make your Worship merry How doe you like our pastime Sir Rob. I like it so well I could wish you were furder off with 't Mayds Have we this for our kindnesse Sir Robert Gil. Mary come up Sir Robert Sir Rob. Nay there 's no talking to e'm Come in the heat and height of all her kindnesse Mar. Shall I entreat you Leave the Roome Mayds The Roome Abra. So she sed but I know shee meanes no such matter onely a trick Tell her you wonnot goe Mar. Pray leave the Roome Mayds We wonnot Mar. Wonnot Maid No Peg. Wee were sent for in and wee wonot goe out agen yet Mayd An your Knighthood were Peg. A 1000 pounds purchase Sir Rob. Hoyday they 'l bayt me and they wonot I must Gil. Out Marry gip there ne'r a good inch of a thousand Fidler strike I strike you else and cut your begging bowstrings Sir Rob. I must be gone I see these miserably impudent stallions Do but remember me as I shall thee and Nothing greeves me but Mar. But what Sir Robert Sir Rob. That we cannot kisse at parting Exit Gil. Come wee 'll een have the tother •…out and then Mar. Nay wee 'll no more at this time •…here's enough Gil. For you But 't is not enough for me then You shall command us shall you Mar. Nay be not angry Sister 'T is no command but my entreat Good Sister Peg. Well since you entreat me and seem to know your betters you shall have your will for once Fid. lead the way and Wenches follow your Leader Exit Fid. and the Maids Abr Leader An scolding were fighting what a Leader wouldst thou be Gillian thou dst bring 'em on with a pouder O Father Father Enter old Thrashard Thra. Ne'r a wise word for a wager Sir Robert's gone I see Mar. Yes Sir he is Thra. And how do'st find him Girle I doe not think The man that thy suspition seem'd to make him Mar. You have a good opinion of him Father And I 'll not stand to crosse it Thra. Nay nay come In plaine termes tell me how didst find him ha Mar. As good conceal 't and languish as reveal 't And find no comfort Thra. Th' art a pertish thing And I 'm afraid have beene distastfull to him I 'm halfe afraid on 't Girle we must be wise By 's •…own we fall Wench by his favours rise Exeunt Enter Sir Oliver Bellingham and the Lady Mosely Sir Oli. Distilling still salt water to deface That Master-peece of Nature Can the heart Thus feast it selfe upon the Baine of hearts For such is griefe sweet Lady Lady Good enough To make this flesh as my dead Husbands is A banquet to corruption Sir Oli. Still that Note Touch onely that dull string of death Lad. When life Would willingly exchange it selfe with Death What Musick sweeter Sir Oli. I must tell you Lady I thought the Musick of your Husbands end Those heavenly Notes he entertain'd it with Taught him by Angels had instructed you To looke upon that Being that he has As hee 's a glorious Chorister with them And not upon that Burden of the flesh Left in the Grave behind him Or at least Not so to looke upon your Husband dead As thus to dye your selfe For what is' t while Of Lifes best hopes you shall your Life deprive But what I tell you to be dead alive Lad. Sir as I am pray leave me Sir Oli. Only so Out-ryvald by the dead Lad. To me hee lives And in so vive a figure every houre 's Presented to me that I feele no lesse Command o re my •…ffections in that shape Nor lesse Attraction of my duty to it Then when he had that hear gave all those parts That now ly•… uselesse their peculiar motion Nay so that shape s imprest upon my soule That he appeares so really mine owne As all the embraces of a second March Would •…ick upon me like the leaprous staines Of Lust and base Adultry In a word That figure 〈◊〉 his bosome And in this Pray understand the vainenesse of your suit And so conclude it Sir Oli This command upon it It dies though I dye with it Yet thus much Lady I have not in this eagernesse of Suit Pu•…sued what 's yours But you The gifts of Fortune The state your birth allowed you or th' addition By your lost husband left you But the indowments Of your faire soule your vertues And of those The ampl•…st Dower I cannot slatter here Beauty was ever blest withall These Lady Have beene the object of my Love Lad. A Love That could I love I should ee'n dote upon And in a Title farre beneath your owne Prefer•…t above all Title though it came Roab•…d in the state of Princes But Sir Oli. No more I have my answer and am married Lad. Married Sir Oli. As you are Madam never to be married Be that the witnesse of my Love Lad. Admir'd I should not be a woman should I not Love such a Love as this is Sir Oli. Doe you Lady Then I revoke that Vow and dare embrace you Lad. But understand me Sir I love your Love And as your selfe have pleas'd to speak of me Those singular Vertues it is built upon That I am fixt on with that estimate That next the memory of my dead husband I•… shall be my best comfort Thus I love you But must not marrye Sir Oliver I ha' done Yet Lady In this this purest Imateriall things There may be made a contract and the assurance Of such a Love as this is Interchang'd And fairelie seald betweene vs Lad. Sir how meane you Sir Oli. Fair'st you have vowed your widowhood to the grave At least you have so protested yet because Our hearts and purposes are not our owne And that no Bosome has that Constancie But Heav'ns may alter the resolve it has And make it follow what it fled it may My Love Petitions that if ere hereafter You find that alteration in your soule And againe Fancie Wedlocke I your servant May for that second hapinesse to heaven Stand fair'st in your Election Lad. Pray no more Sir Oli. Give my request an answer If you doe Lad. A fruitlesse promise and suppose it made This would but Sir Oli. What I vnderstand you Lady It shall not make me bolder in my suite Nor prompt my love in any treacherous way To gaine what it so followes No I know The man would basely compasse such a Ioy Like him that fishes with a poyson'd Bayte Infects the meat should feed him fair'st I wo'not Nor vex you with one syllable but Live Vowed like your selfe till such a change shall be To amorou•… Language silent Is it graunted If my b•…st thoughts merit but this expresse it Lad. That satisfaction take If ere I Marry It shall be you so helpe me heav'n Sir Oli. To which I am rapt in this sweete tone If ere I know The sweetes of Hymen I must find
You know who I meane Sir Robert Sir Rob. Thy scolding sister Abr. You are in the right Sir Robert Sir Rob. And how does Margaret my pretty Tennant Abra. That pretty one is prettily well Sir Sir Rob. Remember me to her by this A Ring Within these two or three dayes at the furthest I should breath a Gelding It may be that wayes and visit my pretty Tennant Abra. Long may your Worships Gelding breathe and your Worshipfull selfe also I am in hast Sir Robert Sir Rob. Take your own time good Abram Exit with Abra. Thank your good Worship Sir Robert Congies Sir Rob. I have done your patience wrong indeed I have But in the best that lyes in me to right it Dore stamp You shall command me Sir Now to my Sister Now where 's my Sister Enter Master William M. Wil. Shee 's within Sir Robert Sir Rob. Come then let 's to her M. Wil. You must pardon me Shee 's so retyr'd to solitude and set So deep in grief that till her sighs and teares Will give her leave to give that entertain That shall become such worthy Visitants Which yet they will not t is her strict command That no man enter S. Rob. Not my self M Wil. Your self Sir if you would not swell her grief too big For her faint breast to carry give her way A little time may change her Exit shut S. Rob. T is enough You see Sir Oliver S Oli. Your Love Sir Robert S. Rob. But as her Gentleman discreetly said A little time may change her We must still In such a kind humour a womans will But she 's thine own be bold on 't Exeunt Enter Master William and Barbara M. W. Come thou mak'st such a Matter of Nothing Bab. Nothing doe you call it Master William I know not but I am sure I feel it something T is almost kicking ripe already M. W. Almost kicking ripe already Come come thou art A Chamber-maid still And I prethee what 's this but a work that belongs to the Chamber Kicking ripe already This is not the first time that thou hast been kickt with an urchin Once Twice this is the third time of kicking Bab. Well you wo'not marry me M. W. And hazard my place wo my Lady and yet Now I think on 't I will Bab. Marry me M. W. To some of my old acquaintance There be a hundred in the City that have swallowed worse bits then thou art Hist. Enter the Lady Mosely in mourning veild the Lady Malory and an old Gentlewoman I know my danger and shall have a care according La Mos Beseech you Let the love you seeme to shew In these perswasions be exprest in words That better suit with such a robe as this And my immutable resolve La. Mal. Immutable then we perswade in vain M. W. I am bound to say You have lost a worthy Gentleman My selfe A noble Master one that was a Man Worth your best memory the multitude Of sighs you have sent after him worth all The expence of teares you have bestowed upon him But when we look into his Tombe and there See him lock'd up in Marble in the still And sad imagin'd language of the Grave We are instructed Nay commanded Lady To period our vain grievings O. Gent. He has told you the naked truth on 't 'T is but in vaine to grieve For is' t not sed The quick must live by th' quick and not by th' dead He 's gone Heaven be with him He was a Gentleman An honest man and which is more a proper Gentleman But when Gentility Honesty and proportion Lye in the Grave once I ha' done with 'em La. Mos Thy tongue 's my ceaslesse torment La. Mal. Let me tell you That infinite of love you seeme to have fixt Upon the heart of your departed Husband Loses no scruple of the worth it has Plac'd on a second Husband O. Gent. Mark you that now La. Mal. Nay I dare tell you that in a second Match You love him more more love more honour him Then in your mourning Widdowhood O. Gent. Mark you that now La. Mal. I le make it open to you whilst you keepe Incompast with this solitude a Widow You seeme to voyce to the ill censuring world Some imperfection in your selfe some staine Makes you unworthy of a second Match At lest unworthy of a worthy Husband And in th' opinion which is easily rais'd Question your Husbands judgement Or it may be The estate he left you Lady pulling so Upon the Name you strive to dignifie Disgrace defames and scandall O. Gent. Mark you that now La. Mal. If you so lov'd him living love him dead As I advise you Lady O. Gent. I I doe La. Mal. 'T is the best Tomb-stone you can lay upon him The noblest Monument you can erect And to that Monument an Epitaph Shall make him live for ever O. Gent. Law you there now Shal make him live for ever You are not dumb tro are you La Mos Would thou we•…'t Or I had lost my hearing I can wish Nothing more adverse to me then your tongues And therefore if your visits bring with them Nothing but these perswasions La. Mal. Keepe away O. Gent. Nay as good speak 't as think it Here 's a coyle for a Husband I have had for mine owne part 1. 2. 3. 4. And yet if the fift come up handsomly to me I know what I know I warrant you La Mal. How five Enter M. William O. Gent. Fifteene an the Destinies so have decreed it M. Wil. Madame there be Suiters below would see you M. Rash the Mercer one Plush a humorous Gallant and a spick and span new Suiter a Country Gentleman one M. Gregory Dwindle O. Gent. Spruce M. Rash I know La. Mal. And I M. Plush a notable humorous Coxcomb But what 's that Gregory M. Wil. Unknowne to me but beleeve me together They make up a delicate motion Is your Ladiship pleas'd to see 'em La. Mal. Present your Motion some-where else our griefes give way to no such lightnesse M. Wil. Very good I 'le tell e'm what you say L. Mal. Pray stay a little I know these Suiters are but empty things Not worth one serious entertaine yet Sister I wo'd not have you beat e'm back at dore Pray let e'm enter Let e'm looke upon you La. Mos Still your desire 's my anguish O. Gent. Come come pray You are so melancholly La Mal. Why their mirth will be a means to cure you La. Mos Kill me rather O. Gent. Goe prethee bid e'm come La. Mos Bid e'm be gone La. Mal. Nay then y' are too too cruell Prethee stay La. Mos Nay an you know no other merriment Then what you raise from my vexation take it I will not hinder your desires pray take it O. Gent. You will not leave us will you La. Mos Leave this roome La. Mal. And goe mew your selfe up in your Chamber An you will needs Let me entreat one favour