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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50090	The city-madam a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black Friers with great applause / written by Phillip Massinger, Gent.	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Pennycuicke, Andrew, b. 1620.	1659 (1659)	Wing M1047; ESTC R154	41,481	86

THE City-Madam A COMEDIE As it was acted at the private House in Black Friers with great applause Written by Phillip Massinger Gent. LONDON Printed for Andrew Pennycuicke one of the Actors in the year 1659 The Actors names Lord Lacie Sir John Rich a Merchant Sir John Lacie Son to Lord Lacy Mr. Plenty a Country Gentleman Luke Brother to Sir John Rich Old Goldwire Two Gentlemen Old Tradewell Young Goldwire their sons prentices to Sir John Rich Young Tradewell Stargaze an Astrologer Fortune a decaied Merchant Hoyst a decaied gentleman Penurie Holdfast a Steward Ramble Scuffle two Hectors Dingem a Pimpe Gettall a Box-keeper Lady Rich Anne her daughters Mary Milliscent her woman Shavem a Wench Secret a Baud Scene London To the truly Noble and virtuous Lady Ann Countess of Oxford HONOURED LADY IN that age when wit and learning were outconquered by injury and violence this Poem was the object of love and Commendations it being composed by an infallible pen and censured by an unerring Auditory In this Epistle I shall not need to make an Apologie for Playes in generall by exhibiting their antiquity and utility in a word they are mirrors or glasses which none but deformed faces and fouler consciences fear to look into The encouragement I had to prefer this dedication to your powerfull protection proceeds from the universall fame of the deceased Author who although he composed many writ none amiss and this may justly be ranked amongst his best I have redeemed it from the teeth of time by committing of it to the press but in more imploring your Patronage I wil not slander it with my praises it is commendations enough to call it Massingers if it may gain your allowance and pardon I am highly gratified and desire only to wear the happy title of MADAM Your humblest Servant Andrew Pennycuicke THE City-Madam A COMEDIE Actus primus Scena prima Enter Goldwire and Tradewell Goldwire THe Ship is safe in the Pool then Tradewell And makes good In her rich fraught the name shee bears the Speedwell My Master will find it for on my certain knowledg For every hundred that hee ventured in her She hath return'd him five Goldwire And it comes timely For besides a paiment on the nail for a Mannor Late purchas'd by my Master his young daughters Are ripe for marriage Tradewell Who Nan and Moll Goldwire Mistris Anne and Mary and with some addition Or 't is more punishable in our house Then Scandalum magnatum Tradewell 'T is great pitie Such a Gentleman as my Master for that title His being a Citizen cannot take from him Hath no male heir to inherit his estate And keep his name alive Goldwire The want of one Swells my young Mistresses and their madam mother With hopes above their birth and scale Their dreams are Of being made Countesses and they take state As they were such already When you went To the Indies there was some shape and proportion Of a Merchants house in our family but since My Master to gain precedencie for my Mistris Above some Elder Merchants Wives was knighted 'T is grown a little Court in bravery Variety of fashions and those rich ones There are few great Ladies going to a Masque That do out-shine ours in their every-day habits Tradewell 'T is strange my Master in his wisdom can Give the reins to such exorbitancie Goldwire He must Or there 's no peace nor rest for him at home I grant his state will bear it yet hee 's censur'd For his indulgence and for Sir John Frugall By some styl'd Sir John Prodigal Tradewell Is his brother Mr. Luke Frugal living Goldwire Yes the more His misery poor man Tradewell Still in the Counter Goldwire In a worser place He was redeemed from the hole To live in our house in hell since his base usage Consider'd 't is no better My proud Ladie Admits him to her Table marry ever Beneath the Salt and there he sits the subject Of her contempt and scorn and dinner ended His courteous Neeces find emploiment for him Fitting an under-prentice or a Footman And not an Uncle Tradewel. I wonder being a Scholler well read and travel'd The world yielding means for men of such desert He should endure it Enter Star-gaze Ladie Anne Mary Millescent in several postures with looking-glasses at their girdles Goldwire He does with a strange patience and to us The servants so familiar nay humble I 'le tell you but I am cut off Look these Like a Citizens wife and daughters Tradewel. In their habits They appear other things but what are the motives Of this strange preparation Goldwire The young wag-tails Expect their suitors The first the Son and Heir Of the Lord Ladie who needs my Masters money As his daughter does his honour The second Mr. Plenty A rough hew'n gentleman and newly come To a great estate and so all aids of Art In them 's excusable Lady You have done your parts here To your studie and be curious in the search Of the Nativities Exit Stargaze Tradewel. Me thinks the mother As if she could renew her youth in care Nay curiosity to appear lovely Comes not behind her daughters Goldwire Keeps the first place And though the church-Church-book speak her fifty they That say she can write thirty more offend her Then if they tax'd her honesty t'other day A Tenant of hers instructed in her humor But one she never saw being brought before her For saying onely Good young Mistris help me To the speech of your Lady-mother so far pleas'd her That he got his Lease renew'd for 't Tradewell How she bristles Prethee observe her Millescent As I hope to see A Country Knights son and heir walk bare before you When you are a Countess as you may be one When my Master dies or leavs trading and I continuing Your principal woman take the upper-hand Of a Squires wife though a Justice as I must By the place you give me you look now as young As when you were married Lady I think I bear my years well Millescent Why should you talk of years Time hath not plough'd One furrow in your face and were you not known The mother of my young Ladies you might passe For a Virgin of fifteen Tradewell Here 's no grosse flattery Will she swallow this Goldwire You see she does and glibly Millescent You never can be old wear but a Masque Forty years hence and you will still seem young In your other parts What a waste is here O Venus That I had been born a King and here a hand To be kissed ever Pardon my boldnesse Madam Then for a leg and foot you will be courter When a great Grandmother Ladye These indeed Wench are not So subject to decayings as the face Their Comliness last's longer Milliscent Ever ever Such a rare Featur'd and proportion'd Madam London could never boast of Ladye Where are my Shoos Milliscent Those that your Ladyship gave order Should be made of the Spanish Perfum'd Skins Ladye The