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The second part of the tragi-comedy, called New-Market-Fayre or Mrs. Parliaments new figaryes. Written by the Man in the moon. Prologue. Gentlemen, our poet bids me say, ...; New-Market-Fayre. Part 2
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Man in the moon.
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dye too I le tell thee Ruth he lies by me all night like a logge though I warm him and warm him again yet notwithstanding I can get no life nor motion in him And when my desires are fervent and ready for the on-set he like a Coward faces-about falls off and basely retreates and will observe no postures at all Nay if he would but Present it is so hot upon the matter that it would go neer to give fire and discharge it self and do execution too Let me woe him and woe him he will doe nothing starts in his sleep cryes out Bloud bloud and saies he is damn'd in his bed and Verily verily I must say unto thee Ruth that I think he is bewitch'd for since he had the last wound with the fall on his Sword he has been so cold and as uselesse to me as a King is to England Ruth Intruth la Mistris get another the world is not so dull if one won't another will 'T is no matter for Fame 't is but a Bladder of winde one prick of a Pinâ—â— lets it ouâ— if you have a minde to taste the sweets of Love satisfie your desires to the full I shall be as useful to put it forward as another She that confines her beames to one mans sight Is a dark Lanthorn to a glorious light Madam I le fetch the Partie you wot of Exit Lady Fair. Prithee do I hate all bloudy-men give me the man that armes with an imbrace can make not kill a man O how powerful is Love that it can make an unjust Act seem honest nay lawful too Enter Mr Gorge Gorge What makes my Love thus solitary and alone Come my Life my Happiness le ts taste some sweets shall make the gods to envieus There is no pleasure but in thy embrace Lady Fair. You men love to flatter us and we like silly fools are pleas'd with all that comes from them we love Gorge I 'le please thee if I can my Deer the Paphian Goddess never was worthy of such love as thee Le ts in and taste And by our close in-twines Wee 'l teach the wood-him to embrace the Vines Lady Fair. We must be secret though because o' th wicked they are apt to scandal us and bring us on their Stages yet I have done the best to have my husband put them down yet all won't do Gorge Come my dear I 'le â—â—â—thee down and act a part shall ravish thee and cheer thy grieved heart Such acts best please whose sâ—â—nes relish of love Sound Musick then and revish from above Sound ACT II. SCENE III. Enter Mistris Cromwel and her Paramour Morley with Abigail Concupiscence her Maid Mrs Crom. So now we are in our Kingdom What is it to enjoy the World and miss the thing we love Here is a Jewel for thee 't was the late Queens wear it for my sake and come to me to morrow thou shalt have Gold what thou wilt have thou shalt not want if the State has it Spend freely and when 't is gone thou shalt have more My Noll shall fight with the Irish thou shalt fight with me clad in more softer Arms. Abigail how sits this Gown Abigial It bears an exceeding Grace behind Madam you have rumpled the Pleats with your Day-Couch will you have another Mrs Crom. Fetch me the Cown that cost 2000 pounds if it likes me I 'le put it on My deerest Marley shall see how it becomes me and embrace me in 't Morley So sweet a body deserves the rarieties of Europe and all to little to decâ— you Madam I am doubly blest to enjoy so noble a Mistris as your self Mrs. Crom. Le ts in my dear and sport a while And with sweet love the tedious time beguile Exit Enter Miles Corbet with Search Letters to my Lord Fairfax and Cromwel Corbet Yet I have manag'd State-Affaires with case and â—â—ill and thrive and am grown Rich by my industrous practice Here 's Letters from Scotland I fear will not be pleasing 〈◊〉 I must deliver them Yet I hope by this new troubling the waters I shall get most Fish I le in and seek my Lord General presently Miles Corbet Enters the Chamber of Fairfax where he discovers his Lady and Gorge in the very Act they start up affrightued thinking him the Devil come forth all un-ready running over the Stage crying The Devil the Devil Enter Corbet Corbet Am I awake or in a Dream or do I walk in my Sleep This is no vision sure methoughts I saw two whom I am loth to name glude like a pair of Goats in a sportful dalliance I must wink at this there 's danger to disclose it least that her husband should not credit me and she should lay that to my Charge was acted by the other It may be her Lord Consents I know not what to think If these be Queent-street doings I le to Kings-street to the Lieutenant General to see what hee 'l say to these Letters I le be silent there 's nothing to be got by this discovery besides 't is my own case at home daily He that will winde his borne in his own rounds May chance to be devoured by his own hounds Exit Enter Hugh Peters Solus like a Necromancer If this trade fails then farewel all Albertus was a meer Jugler to me and Frier Bacon but an empty scull or brazen Image his Walls of Brass were Mud to mine Preaching is too redious for me I le leave that to Owen and to Goodwin Have I not done a Miracle to re-possesse these Bodies with Spirits that were before meer Skellitons and stinking Carkasses by their dispairing rage they are now as active as ever they were and possess'd with worser Spirits if worser can be to manage the grand Design But before I proceed further in my Art I must raise the Ghost of Dorrislaw and ask his Counsel Make a Circle and Cunjueres Dorrislaws Ghost appears from underneath the Stage in Fetters and flames of Sulphire Peters My hair stands upright a flash of Lightning has gone through my body and cut my thred of Life a too I have no power to speak Dorrislaw What 's he that calls me from my place of horror where all my musick is dismal shrieks of damned Souls yelling in beds of burning Brimston Couches of poysonous Toads and stinging Serpents O M. Peters is it you you shall along with me Peters I pray thee gentle Ghost forbear and tell me if the late King be in these lower Regions Ghost No thou Viper he reigns in Heaven in Hell there are new torments providing answerable for that damn'd Crime without all presidents but Bradshaw Cook and Steel and such as those have forg'd Knaves hired by Cromwel to corrupt the Laws Now all made food for Hells devouring jawes Next Iudas Faux and Ravilock their lodgings are prepared there lies Essen Pym Strend Hamden Rainthrough and ten thousand more there Fairfax Cromwel Ireton Pride will all like me Rue their