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A77567	Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.	Brome, Richard, d. 1652?; Brome, Richard, d. 1652? English Moor.; Brome, Richard, d. 1652? Love-sick court.; Brome, Richard, d. 1652? Covent Garden weeded.; Brome, Ricahrd, d. 1652?. New academy.; Brome, Richard, d. 1652? Queen and concubine.	1659 (1659)	Wing B4872; Thomason E1782_1; Thomason E1782_2; Thomason E1782_3; Thomason E1782_4; Thomason E1782_5; ESTC R209758	271,627	554

Five nevv PLAYES VIZ. The ENGLISH MOOR or The MOCK-MARRIAGE The LOVE-SICK COURT or The AMBITIOUS POLITIQUE COVENT GARDEN Weeded The NEVV ACADEMY or The NEVV EXCHANGE The QUEEN and CONCUBINE By RICHARD BROME LONDON Printed for A. Crook at the Green Dragon in Saint Pauls Church-yard and for H. Brome at the Gunn in Ivy-Lane 1659 Bromes Playes TO THE READERS Or rather to the Spectators if the Fates so pleas'd these Comedies exactly being dressed for the Stage and the often-tried Author better than many who can but scribble understood the Proportions and Beauties of a Scene But as they are they will not deceive you for the same hand which formerly pleas'd now held the Pen VVe suppose we bring what in these dayes you scarce could hope for Five new Playes We call them new because till now they never were printed You must not think them posthumous Productions though they come into the world after the Author's death they were all begotten and born and own'd by Him before a thousand witnesses many years since they then trod the Stage their proper place though they pass'd not the Press They are all Comedies for a man would think we have had too many Tragedies But this Book knew them not The ENGLISH MOOR here what ever name or face it wears is older than our Troubles The LOVE-SICK COURT and the AMBITIOUS POLITICK are but one Play though strange those two should dwell together This NEW ACADEMY concerns not that which eight years since peep'd up in Write Friers and this NEW EXCHANGE knows nothing of that which now is cleaving to the Great Church VVall This QUEEN is a meer stranger to our Island Her Scene is Sicily the Persons and Action taste nothing of England Thus the whole Book being free and ingenuous we hope the Author may have the same allowance especially now since he 's gone to the great Wits that is dead And yet there are a sort one would wonder there should be who think they lessen this Author's worth when they speak the relation he had to Ben Johnson VVe very thankfully embrace the Objection and desire they would name any other Master that could better teach a man to write a good Play The materials must flow from all parts of the world but the Art and Composition come onely from Books and such living Masters as that our great Laureat And for this purpose we have here prefixt Ben Johnson's own testimony to his Servant our Author we grant it is according to Ben's own nature and custome magisterial enough and who looks for other since he said to Shakespear I shall draw envy on thy name by writing in his praise and threw in his face small Latine and less Greek but also told Selden himself as if Ben's conscience checked him for being too good natured in commending others Your Book my Selden I have read Though I confess as every Muse hath err'd And mine not least I have too oft preferr'd Men past their terms and prais'd some names too much But t was with purpose to have made them such Since being deceiv'd I turn a sharper eye Upon my self and ask to whom and why And what I write and vex it many dayes Before men get a Verse much less a Praise I first salute thee so and gratulats With that thy style thy keeping of thy state I could take up and nere abuse The credit what would furnish a tenth Muse But here 's nor time nor place my wealth to tell You both are modest so am I Farewel It seems what ere we think Ben thought it diminution for no man to attend upon his Muse And were not already the Antients too much trod on we could name famous wits who served far meaner Masters than Ben Johnson For none vers'd in Letters but know the wise Aesop was born and bred a wretched slave Lucian a Stone-cutter Virgil himself begotten by a Basket-maker born in a ditch and then preferred to an under Groom in the stable nay to instance in our Authors own order Naevius the Comedian a Captains mans man Plautus servant to a poor Baker Terence a slave as well as Aesop and which for our purpose is most of all our Authors own Master handled the Trowel before he grew acquainted with Seianus or Cataline But enough of this lest pleading for the Author make him seem to want an Apology As for the Stationers they bring these Poems as they had them from the Author not suffering any false or busy hand to adde or make the least mutilation having been more watchful over the Printers common negligence than such work as this hath usually obtained And if these new Playes fail your expectation we openly profess we know not how where or when we shall fit you To my old Faithful Servant and by his continu'd vertue my loving Friend the Author of this work Mr. Rich. Brome I Had you for a Servant once Dick Brome And you perform'd a Servants faithful parts Now you are got into a neerer room Of Fellowship professing my old Arts And you do do them well with good applause Which you have justly gained from the Stage By observation of those Comick Laws Which I your Master first did teach this Age You learn'd it well and for it serv'd your Time A Prentiship which few do now adayes Now each Court Hobby-Horse will wince in Rhime Both learned and unlearned all write Playes It was not so of old men took up trades That knew the Crafts they had been bred in right An honest Bilbo Smith would make good Blades And the Physician teach men spue and The Cobler kept him to his Awll But now He 'll be a Pilot scarce can guide a Plow Ben Johnson To my most ingenious friend Mr. ALEX. BROME Upon his setting forth Mr. RICH. BROMES PLAYES THis Sir is double Piety and you In this oblige the dead and living too As the last trumpet with one pow'rful sound Raises forgotten Bodies from the ground And betters those that yet remain alive So you an equal happiness do give Unto his dust and us at once engage His sacred Ashes and the present age Nor can I tell to whom we more are bound Or to his wit or you that have it found When Thetis Son amongst the maids lay hid And for their softer wars the Trojan fled He that discover'd him did justly claim An equal share in th' honour of his name And dared to call Achilles victories All those exploits and all those Trophies his So you that have this noble wit reveal'd And made it be which was before conceal'd Known and commended may as well receive Part in those Lawrels we to him do give He made the oyl but you enlightned it He gave the salt but you have made it white And dug it from the Pit where it once lay Unseen or by the eyes of men or day He made the branches of this Coral grow Hid in its private Sea untouch'd but you By drawing it into the open

with pain and sorrow Hopelesse to claw them off With constant purpose Never to see you more unlesse to greet Your bumpin buttocks with revengeful feet Bet. Did he say so Fran. And must we two fall out for such a slanderous Villain Ant. No agree agree Nick Busse and be friends Busse or I 'le baste ye both I vow Bet. Come Sister we 'll be in for ever now Fran. For my part Sister sure I was not out with you Bet. But did he say he would kick us Ant. Lo here the man that dares it not deny Enter Citizen Drawer Cit. But do ye hear Gentlemen I hope you will use me kindlier then so Nick Than how Sir Cit. Then to win all my money and leave me at stake for the reckoning Pray do you pay the Drawer for me though I pay it you again Ant. What is it Drawer Draw The Gentlewomen and he had 14. sh. in before you came Nick 'T is a plain case your cloak must answer it at the bar Sir Drawer away with it Exit Drawtr with Cloke Cit. Nay but Gentlemen Nick I vow do but look after it till we be gone and these shall claw thine eyes out Cit. Well sir I hope this quarter will not be alwayes lawlesse Ant. Do you grumble Mr. Cuffelesse Nic. I vow you shall have cuffes Bet. Yes that you shall Fran. Cuts and slashes too before we part Sir Cit. You will not murder me will you Nick Damosels forbear and you forbear your noise I vow I 'le slit your wistle else You shall give him due correction civilly and we will make him take it civilly Sit you down Sir Cit. What will you do with me Nick I vow mum Enter Clotpoll Cockbraine Clot. O are ye here was it a brotherly trick do ye think to leave me to pay one reckoning twice or did I think never to be made a mouth more after I had paid my swearing dinner and am I now a greater mouth then e're I was Nick Mum hold your tongue still in your mouth lest I halifax it with your teeth Clot. Halifax my tongue And listen to a businesse Nick Do yon know this man Clot. Yes the City mouth we had tother night Nick These are the Sisters that his lavish tongue so lewdly did deprave Clot. I cry them heartily mercy Are you of the sweet Sisterhood I hope to know you all all the pretty Mumpers in the berrie here before I have done 'T is true I protest he spake words of you that such flesh and blood could not bear He could not have spoken worse of mutton of a groat a quarter Bet. And were we so fond to fight for him Fran. But now we 'll both be revenged upon the flesh of him Cit. Pray let me speak with you Nick No they shall beat you first And mark me well Do thou but stir an hand or foot or raise a voice that may be heard to the next room well cut thy weasand Now wenches take your course Bet. Nay you slave we 'll mark you for a Sheep-biter Fran. We 'll teach you how to scandalize Bet. Have I given you that you cannot claw off you Mungrel Clot. Rare I protest Ciot. oh oh oh Nick There there Fran. We 'll claw thine eares off rather Cit. oh oh oh Clot. O brave Cock O out-rage most insufferable all this goes into my black book Nick To him Bettie at him Frank there whores there Ant. Fie fie forbear enough too much in conscience Cock That young man has some pity yet Ant. I swear you shall no more Cock Alas good Gentlemen it is enough Nick I vow do you prate you shall have as much Come take the Chaire Sir the breeches shall bait him too Cock O good Gentlemen Nick I vow they shall To him and claw him I 'le clapperclaw your sides else Cock O me what mean you Bett. Heyday his beard comes off Ant. And his head too What rotten scab is this Clot. I protest they have pulled my pieced brother in pieces here Nick I vow some disguiz'd villain and but for doing the State so good service we would hang him presently without examination Ant. I know him And you shall not touch him Best is he knows nor me Good Heaven what Braintrick has possest him Nick I vow what canst thou be Ant. Come 't is an honest fellow that is only asham'd to run so base a course for his living in his own face Poor man I warrant his feare threatens his breeches shrewdly But let 's away and quickly our stay is dangerous Come we forgot Mich Croswil and the wenches Nick Come all away then Sirrah thank this Gentleman and pray for him at the end of your Songs hereafter Clot. Farewel friend Peece I 'le know you better now before you have 't again Ex. omnes but Cock and Cit. Cock What monsters in mankinde what hell-hounds are they only as Ovid feign'd among the Getes A friend at need I with a friend was blest Whom I may gratifie and plague the rest How is it with you Sir Cit. O I am very sore Cock Indeed you are sorely handled This may warne you out of such caterwaling company You look like one more civil And in hope you will be so I 'le bring you to a Barber Cit. Alas my Cloke Cock I 'le help you to that too so you with me Will in an honest plot Assistant be Cit. O Sir in any thing and thank you too Sir Exeunt Ambo Scoen. 2. Enter Mihil Gabriel Boy Wine c. Mih. A Paris ill ya ben veni Here 's no bush at this door but good wine rides post upon 't I mean the sign-post Boy get you down and if Nick Rooksbill or any of his company ask for me bring 'em up d' ye hear Boy I will I will Sir Ex. Mi. You are welcome to Paris brother Gabriel Gab. It is neverthelesse a Tavern brother Mihil and you promised and covenanted with me at the last house of noise and noisomnesse that you would not lead me to any more Tavernes Mih. Lead you brother men use to be led from Tavernes sometimes You saw I did not lead you nor bring you to any that was more a Tavern then the last nor so much neither for here is no Bush you saw Gab. 'T was that betrayed and entrapped me but let us yet forsake it Mih. Pray let us drink first brother By your leave here 's to you Gab. One glasse-full more is the most that I can bear My head is very full and laboureth with that I have had already Mi. There Sir I 'le undertake one good fellow that has but just as much Religion as will serve an honest mans turne will bear more wine then ten of these giddy-braind Puritanes their heads are so full of whimseys Gab. 'T is mighty headie mighty headie and truly I cannot but think that the over much abuse of these out-landish liquors have bred so many errours in the Romish Church Mih. Indeed brother there