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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A12157	The vvittie faire one· A comedie. As it was presented at the Private House in Drury Lane. By her Maiesties Servants. By Iames Shirley.	Shirley, James, 1596-1666.	1633 (1633)	STC 22462; ESTC S117328	41,522	68

Left vs thy cold pale figure which wee haue Commission but to chamber vp in Melancholly dust where thy owne wormes Like the false servants of some great man shall devoure thee first Fow. I am wormes meate Pen. We must all dye Fow: Woo'd some of you would do 't quickly that I might ha company Pen. But wert thou now to liue againe with vs And that by miracle thy soule should with thy Body haue second marriage I beleeue Thou woo'dst study to keepe it a chast Temple holy Thoughts like Fumes of sacred incense houering About this heart then thou wo'dst learne to be Above thy frailties and resist the flatteries of Smooth-fac'd lust Fow. This is my Funerall sermon Pen. The burden of which sinne my feares perswade me both hastned and accompanied thy death Wor. This sorrow is vnfruitfull Pen. I ha done May this prayer profit him woo'd his soule were As sure to gaine heauen as his bodie 's here 2. We must hope the best he was an inconstant young man frequenting of some companies had corrupted his nature and a little debauched him Fow. In all this sermon I haue heard little commendations of our deare brother departed rich men doe not goe to th' pithole without Complement of Christian burial it seemes if I had liu'd to ha made a will and bequeathed so much legacy as would purchase some Preacher a neate Cassocke I should ha dyed in as good estate and assurance for my soule as the best Gentleman i' th Parish had my Monument in a conspicuous place of the Church where I should ha beene cut in a forme of prayer as if I had beene cal'd away at my devotion and so for hast to be in heauen went thither with my booke and spectacles do'e heare Lady and Gentlemen is it your pleasure to see me though not know me and to enforme a walking busines when this so much lamented brother of yours departed out of this world in his life I had some relation to him what disease dyed he of pray who is his heire yet at Cōmon Law for he was warme in the possession of Lands thanke his kind father who hauing beene in a consumption sixteene yeares one day aboue all the rest hauing nothing els to doe dyed that the young man might be a Landlord according to the custome of his ancestors 1. I doubt the proiect Fow. You should be his heyre or executor at least by your dry eyes Sir I commend thee what a miserable folly 't is to weepe for one that 's dead and has no sence of our lamentation Wherefore were Blackes inuented to saue our eyes their tedious distillations 't is enough to be sad in our habits they haue cause to weep that haue no mourning Cloth 't is a signe they get little by the dead and that 's the greatest sorrow now adayes you lou'd him Lady to say truth you had little cause a wild young man yet and hee were aliue againe as that 's in vaine to wish you know he may perchance be more sensible reward you with better seruice so you would not proclaime his weaknes faith speake well a' th dead hereafter and bury all his faults with him will ye what are these all the guests ha what papers some Elegy or Epitaph who subscribes oh this is your Poetry How he dyed some doe suppose How he sined the Parish knowes Whether he 's gone to heauen or hell Aske not me I cannot tell Very well would the Gentleman your friend were aliue to giue you thanks for 'em What haue we more Vnderneath the fayre not wise Too selfe lou'd Narcissus lyes Yet his sad destruction came From no Fountaine but a flame Then youth Quench your hot desires Purge your thoughts with chaster fyres Least with him it be too late And death triumph in your fate Hither all you Virgins come Strow your teares vpon this Tombe Perhaps a timely weeping may So dispose his scorched clay That a chast and snowy flower May reward your gentle shower Very well done vpon so dead a subiect by the Virgin that 's in 't you should owe this parcell of Poetry Lady Pen. A womans muse sir Fow. Oh now you can answere me am I dead still Pen. Yes Fow. Then you talke to a dead man Pen. I doe Fow. Where am I dead Pen. Here euery where Y' are dead to vertue to all noble thoughts And till the proofe of your conuersion To piety winne my faith you are to me Without all life and charity to my selfe Bids me endeauour with this ceremony To giue you buriall if hereafter I Let in my memory to my thoughts or see you You shall but represent his ghost or shadow Which neuer shall haue power to fright my innocence Or make my cheeke looke pale my ends are compas'd And here in sight of heauen Fow. Stay Tha' rt a Noble girle and dost deserue To marry with an Emperour remoue This sad thing from vs you doe know me Gentlemen Witnesse my death to vanity quitting all Vnchast desires reuiue me in thy thoughts And I will loue as thou hast taught me nobly And like a husband by this kisse the seale That I doe shake my wanton slamber off And wake to vertue Wor. Meete it daughter Pen. Now you begin to liue Fow. I will grow old i' th study of my honour this last conflict hath quite ore'come me make me happy in the stile of your sonne Wor. My blessings multiply Gent. We congratulate this euent Wor. See my brother Enter Sir George Braines Bra. Let not your rage be so high Sir I ha more cause to be mad Geo. Thou Bra: I Geo. I haue lost my daughter Bra. But I haue lost my credit that had nothing else to liue I was more proud of that then you could be of twenty daughters Wor. Haue you found 'em Geo. Not not and yet this old Ruffian will not let me vex for it he sayes the greatest losse is his Bra. And I 'le maintaine it 't was my boast that I was neuer couzned in my life haue I betrayed so many plots discouered letters deciphered Characters stript knavery to the skinne and layd open the very soule of Conspiracie deserv'd for my cunning to bee called Braines both Towne and Country over and now to forfeit 'em to see 'em drencht in a muddy stratagem cheated by a woman and a pedanticall lousie Woodmonger 't is abhominable patience I abhorre thee I desire him that bids me goe hang my selfe which is the way to Surgeans Hall I 'le beg to ha my skull cut I have a suspition my braines are filcht and my head has beene late stuft with Woodcocks Feathers Fow. Be not mad Bra. I will in spight of any man here who shall hinder me if I have a minde too 't Geo. Your happinesse removes my affliction ha Enter Whibble Tutor VVhib: Where is Sir Nicholas we have brought the Gentleman Bra. Are you there this was the Champion that justled me shall I fetch a Dog-whip or