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A50091	The excellent comedy called, The old law, or, A new way to please you by Phil. Massinger, Tho. Middleton, William Rowley ... ; together with an exact and perfect catalogue of all the playes, with the authors names, and what are comedies, tragedies, histories, pastoralls, masks, interludes, more exactly printed than ever before.; Old law	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1656 (1656)	Wing M1048; ESTC R12634	55,222	95

wee are upon a better adventure I see Gnothos you have beene before us we came to deale with this Merchant for some commodities Clar. With me sir any thing that I can But. Nay we have look'd out our Wives already marry to you we come to know the prices that is to know their ages for so much reverence we beare to age that the more aged they shall be the more deere to us Tay. The truth is every man has laid by his Widdow so they be lame enough blinde enough and old t is good enough Clar. I keepe the town stock if you can but name em I can tell their ages today Om. We can tell their fortunes to an houre then Clar. Only you must pay for turning of the leaves Cook Oh bountifully come mine first But. The Butler before the Cooke while you live ther 's few that eate before they drinke in a morning Tay. Nay then the Taylor puts in his needle of priority for men do cloth themselves before they either drink or eat Bay I will strive for no place the longer ere I marry my wife the older shee will be and nearer her end and my ends Clar. I will serve you all gentlemen if you will have patience Clo. I commend your modesty sir you are a Bayliff whose place is to come behind other men as it were in the bumm of all the rest Bay So sir and you were about this businesse too seeking out for a Widdow Clo. Alack no sir I am a married man and have those cares upon me that you would faine runn into Bay What an old rich wife any man in this age desires such a care Clo. Troath sir I 'le put a venter with you if you will I have a lusty old queane to my wife sound of wind and limb yet I 'le give out to take three for one at the marriage of my second wife Bay I sir but how neere is shee to the Law Clo. Take that at hazard sir there must bee time you know to get a new Unsight unseen I take 3. to one Bay Two to one I 'le give if shee have but two teeth in her head Clo. A match there 's five drachmes for ten at my next wife Bay A match Cook I shall be fitted bravely fifty eight and upwards t is but a yeare and a halfe and I may chance make friends and beg a yeare of the Duke But. Hey boyes I am made sir Butler my wife that shall bee wants but two months of her time it shall bee one ere I marry her and then the next will be a hunny moon Tay. I out strip you all I shall have but six weeks of Lent if I get my Widdow and then comes eating tide plump and gorgious Clo. This Taylor will be a man if ever there were any Bay Now comes my turn I hope goodman Finis you that are still at the end of all with a so be it well now sirs doe you venter there as I have done and I le venter heereafter you good luck I beseech thee Clar. Amen sir Bay That deserves a fee already there t is please me and have a better Clar. Amen sir Cook How two for one at your next wife is the old one living Clo. You have a faire Match I offer you no foule one if Death make not hast to call her shee 'l make none to go to him But. I know her shee s a lusty woman I 'le take the venter Clo. There 's five drachmes for ten at my next wife But. A bargain Cook Nay then wee l be all Merchants give me Tay. And me But. What has the Bayliff sped Bay I am content but none of you shall know my happiness Clar. As well as any of you all believe it sir Bay Oh Clarke you are to speak last alwayes Clar. I 'le remember 't hereafter sir you have done with mee Gentlemen Enter Wife Om. For this time honest Register Clar. Fare you well then if you do I 'le cry Amen too t Exit Cook Looke you sir is not this your Wife Clo. My first wife sir But. Nay then we have made a good match on t if she have no froward Disease the Woman may live this dozen yeares by her age Tay. I 'me afraid shee s broken winded shee holds silence so long Cook Wee l now leave our venter to the event I must a wooing But. I le but buy me a new dagger and overtake you Bay So we must all for he that goes a wooing to a Widdow without a weapon will never get her Exeunt Clo. Oh Wife Wife Wife What ayle you man you speake so passionatly Clo. T is for thy sake sweet wife who would thinke so lusty an old woman with reasonable good teeth and her tongue in as perfect use as ever it was should bee so neere her time but the Fates will have it so Wife What 's the matter man you doe amaze me Clo. Thou art not sick neither I warrant thee Wife Not that I know of sure Clo. What pitty t is a woman should bee so neere her end and yet not sick Wife Neere her end man tush I can guesse at that I have yeares good yet of life in the remainder I want two yet at least of the full number Then the Law I know craves impotent and useless And not the able women Clo. I alas I see thou hast beene repairing time as well as thou couldst the old wrinckles are well fild up but the Vermilion is seene too thick too thick and I read what 's written in thy forehead it agrees with the Church Booke Wife Have you sought my age man and I preethee how is it Clo. I shall but discomfort thee Wife Not at all man when there 's no remedy I will go though unwillingly Clo. 1539 Just it agrees with the Booke you have about a yeare to prepare your selfe Wife Out alas I hope there 's more then so but doe you not thinke a repreeve might be gotten for halfe a score and t were but five yeare I would not care an able woman me thinks were to be pittied Clo. I to be pittied but not help'd no hope of that for indeed women have so blemishd their own reputations now a dayes that it is thought the Law will meet them at fifty very shortly Wife Marry the Heavens forbid Clo. There 's so many of you that when you are old become Witches some professe Physick and kill good subjects faster then a burning Feavour and then Schoolemistresses of the sweet sinne which commonly we call Bawds innumerable of that sort for these and such causes t is thought they shall not live above fifty Wife I man but this hurts not the good old women Clo. I faith you are so like one another that a man cannot distinguish 'em now were I an old woman I would desire to goe before my time and offer my selfe willingly 2. or 3. yeares before oh those are brave women and worthy to bee commended of all men in the

prickd up in Clothes Why should we feare our rising Duke You but wrong Our kindnesse and your owne deserts to doubt on t Has not our Law made you rich before your time Our countenance then can make you honourable 1. Court Wee l spare for no cost sir to appeare worthy Duk. Why y' are i' th noble way then for the most Are but appearers worth it selfe it is lost And bravery stands for t Enter Creon Antigona Simonides 1. Court Look look who comes heere I smell Death and another Courtier Simonides 2. Cour. Sim Sim. Push I 'me not for you yet Your companies too costly after the old mans Dispatch'd I shall have time to talke with you I shall come into the fashion yee shall see too After a day or two in the meane time I am not for your company Duke Old Creon you have been expected long Sure y' are above fourscore Sim. Upon my life Not four and twenty houres my Lord I search'd The Church Booke yesterdaie does your Grace think I 'de let my Father wrong the Law my Lord T were pitty a' my life then no your Act Shall not receive a minutes wrong by him While I live sir and hee 's so just himselfe too I know he would no offer 't heere he stands Creon T is just I die indeed my Lord for I confesse I 'me troublesome to life now and the State Can hope for nothing worthy from me now Either in force or counsell I 've alate Employd my selfe quite from the World and he that once Begins to serve his maker faithfully Can never serve a worldly Prince well after T is cleane another way Anti. Oh give not confidence To all he speaks my Lord in his own injury His preparation only for the next world Makes him talk wildly to his wrong of this He is not lost in judgement Sim. She spoils all agen Anti. Deserving any way for state imploiment Sim. Mother Anti His very houshold laws prescrib'd at home by him Are able to conform 7. Christian kingdomes They are so wise and vertuous Sim. Mother I say Anti. I know your lawes extend not to desert sir But to unnecessary years and my Lord His are not such though they shew white they 'r worthy Juditious able and religious Sim. I le help you to a Courtier of nineteen Mother Anti. Away unnaturall Sim. Then I am no fool I 'me sure For to be naturall at such a time Were a fooles part indeed Anti. Your Graces pity sir An t is but fit and just Creon The law my Lord And that 's the justest way Sim. Well said father ifaith Thou wert ever juster then my mother still Duke Come hither sir Sim My Lord Du. What are those orders Antig. Worth observation sir So please you hear them read Sim. The woman speaks she knows not what my Lord He make a Law poor man he bought a Table indeed Only to learn to die by 't ther 's the busines now Wherein there are some precepts for a son to How he should learn to live but I neer lookt upon t For when hee s dead I shall live well enough And keep a better Table then that I trow● Du And is that all sir Sim. All I vow my Lord Save a few running admonitions Upon Cheese Trenchers as Take heed of whoring shun it T is like a cheese too strong of the Runnet And such calves maws of wit and admonition Good to catch mice with but not sons and heirs They 'r not so easily caught Du. Agent for death Exe. Your will my Lord Du. Take hence that pile of years Before surfet with unprofitable age And with the rest from the high promontory Cast him into the sea Creon T is noble justice Anti. T is cursed tyranny Sim. Peace take heed mother you have but a short time to bee cast down your selfe and let a yong Courtier doo 't and you bee wise in the mean time Anti Hence slave Sim. Well seven and fifty Yave but three years to sco'd then comes your payment 1. Court Simonides Sim. Push I am not brave enough to hold you talk yet Give a man time I have a suit a making Recorders 2. Cour. We love thy form first brave cloths will come man Sim. I le make em come else with a mischief to em As other gallants doe that have lesse left em Du. Hark whence those sounds what 's that 1. Cou. Some funerall Recorders Enter Cleanthes Hipolita with a hears It seems my Lord and yong Cleanthes follows Du. Cleanthes 2. Cour. T is my Lord and in the place Of a chiefe mourner to but strangely habited Du. Yet suitable to his behaviour mark it He comes all the way smiling do you observ 't I never saw a Corpse so joyfully followed Light colours and light cheeks who should this be T is a thing worth resolving Sim. One belike that doth participate In this our present joy Du. Cleanthes Clean. Oh my Lord Du. He laught outright now Was ever such a contrariety seen In naturall courses yet nay profest openly 1. Cour. I ha known a widow laugh closely my Lord Under her handkercher when tother part of her old face has wept Like rain in sunshine but all the face to laugh apparantly Was never seen yet Sim. Yes mine did once Clean. T is of a heavy time the joyfullst day That ever son was born to Du. How can that be Clean I joy to make it plain my father 's dead Du. Dead 2. Cour. Old Leonides Clean. In his last month dead He beguil'd cruell Law the sweetliest That ever age was blest to It grieves me that a tear should fall upon t Being a thing so joyfull but his memory Will work it out I see when his poor heart broke I did not so much but leapt for joy So mountingly I touchd the stars me thought I would not hear of blacks I was so light But chose a colour Orient like my mind For blacks are often such dissembling mourners There is no credit given too t it has lost All reptuation by false sons and widows Now I would have men know what I resemble A truth indeed t is joy clad like a joy Which is more honest then a cunning griefe That 's only fac'd with sables for a shew But gawdy hearted when I saw death come So ready to deceive you sir forgive me I could not choose but be intirely merry And yet to see now of a sudden Naming but Death I shew my selfe a mortall That 's never constant to one passion long I wonder whence that tear came when I smild In the production on 't sorrows a thiefe That can when joy looks on steal forth a griefe But gracious leave my Lord when I have performd My last poor duty to my fathers bones I shall return your servant Du. Well perform it The Law is satisfied they can but die And by his death Cleanthes you gain well A rich and faire revenew Florish Sim. I would I had