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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

weather-headed wise neighbours Pog. Heaven bless our Holy woman 1. Heaven bless your Holiness 2. Nay then Heaven bless our Sacred Soveraign Eul. This Homage fits not me 1. We had not liv'd but by your sacred means And will no longer live then be your Subjects Eul. You go about to cast away your lives In serving or in succouring me you fall Into Rebellion against the King 2. We have no King nor Queen but you Heaven bless your Majesty Omn. Heaven bless your Majestie Andr. That was pronounc'd bravely O my brave new neighbours Eul. Y' are Traytors All 1. In honouring our Soveraign Andr. I well said hold her to it Eul. How dare you call me so 2. VVe dare and can prove it good and lawful This Province is engag'd unto you Madam The King made it your Joynture and we find No reason but you instantly possesse it Eul. VVhat and the King alive 1. He 's dead to you Lol. Yes yes he 's dead to you Andr. VVell said again that 's a sound point be sworn These be true Blades Eul. I tremble but to hear you And will not live an hour amongst you more But with this freedom To use my fair obedience to the King 2. You shall obey the King then and we 'll obey your Majesty Eul. O let that Title die with my late Fortune Remember it no more but let me be As one of you nay rather an Inferior Or I from this abiding must remove Of which I first made choice in truth for love 3. O Madam Eul. Take heed good neighbours Beware how you give Dignitie or Title therein you may transgress 2. No whit good Madam Observe the Dialect of France And you shall find Madam given there in Courtesie To women of low Fortunes unto whom 'T is held a poore addition though great Queens Do grace and make it Royal Eul. 'T is then the Greatness of The Person dignifies the Titles not it the Person 1. And in that Madam you are in your content Above all Title 's proper to great Princes But setting this aside how thrive your Scholars Eul. We go fairly on Enter 1. Girl look you Sir Here 's one that knew no letter in the Book Within these ten days can read hitherto And waits for a new lesson proceed hither And at your hour I le hear you 1. Girl Yes forsooth Mistresse Enter 2. Girl Eul. Good Girl well said nay nay hold up your head so so 't is very well let 's see your Samplar what an hearts ease is here Lod. Right in its perfect Colours Eul. Nay shee 'l do well now take me out this Flower Keep your work clean and you shall be a good Maid Enter 3. Girl Now where 's your writing book 3. Girl 'T is here forsooth Pray shall I haye a Joyn-hand Copy next Eul. No child you must not Joyn-hand yet you must your letters and your minums better first Take heed you may Joyn-hand too soon and so mar all still youth desires to be too forward Go take your Lute and let me hear you sing the last I taught you Song Enter 4. Girls Scoen. IV. Enter Doctor and Midwife Lod. Whither do you press who would you speak withall Doctor O Sir for Charity sake give us access unto the holy woman Lod. Who are you or from whence Doct. We are poor Pilgrims man and wife that are upon our way struck with sad pain and sorrow Andr. Alas poor Pilgrims here 's she must do you good Eul. How divine Justice throwes my Enemies into my hands what are your griefes Doct. My wife is struck with dumbness Andr. Hold a little That 's the greatest grief a woman can endure But trouble not thy self to seek for cure Too many a man i' th' world will change with thee A wife that of her Language is too free And give good Boot Eul. Pray Sir be you silent And where 's your pain Doct. Here in this hand Which I desire to shew in some more privacie Eul. Because your Blow cannot be safely given here you think O sinful wretch thou hadst no pain till now Nor was she dumb till divine Providence Now at this instant struck her It is now Just as thou saist and justly are you punished For treacherous counterfeits Lodowick search his hand Lod. His hand is wither'd and lets fall a Knife Andr. As sharp to do a mischief as ere was felt on Eul. Now take off his false Beard see if you know him And let the woman be unmuffled Lod. O Divels Andr. O the last couple that came out of Hell Lod. These are the other two that damn'd themselves In perjurie against you at your Tryal Andr. How do you master Doctor and Mistress Midwife Is this the Pen your Doctorship prescribes with This might soon write that might cure all diseases And are these the Labours you go to Mistress Midnight VVould you bring women to bed this way Omn. O damnable conspirators Eul. Pray take 'm hence their time 's not come for cure yet Andr. Come away Pilgrims we 'll cure 'em for you If your own salves can cure you O my sweet Pilgrims 1. Fough they stink of Treason damnably 2. VVhat shall we hang 'm drown 'em or burn 'em 1. They shall taste fortie deaths then take their own 2. I come away with 'em they shall die fortie times without peradventure Eul. You shall lose me if you do any violence to any of 'em but let 'm be lodg'd with those we took to day I le feed 'em all Andr. They 'l be a jolly company Eul. Pray do as I intreat 3. You shall in all command us 1. I le make my Barn a spittle for your conspirators till it be top full and then set fire on 't and please you Eul. Do you no harm and fear none send your Children 2. Omn. Long live our Queen Andr. Your Queen have you a mind to be hang'd Queen have you a mind to be hang'd Omn. our School-Mistress we would say Eul. VVe live secure in spight of Foes and see Where Heaven protects in vain is Treacherie VVho says our State is low or that I fell When I was put from Court I did not rise Till then nor was advanc'd till now I see Heaven plants me 'bove the reach of Treachery Lod. O happie happie Saint Ex. Rustici with Doct. and Midwife Scoen. V. Enter Flavello alias Alphonso with a Letter to Eulalia Poggio and Lollio following Lol. I would she had a Councel she shall have a Councel And we will be the Heads thereof Though I be put to the pains to be President my self Pog. It is most requisite for her safety her danger may be great A good guard then in my opinion were more requirable Lol. 'T is well consider'd she shall have a Guard too and we will be the limbs thereof though I be put to the trouble of Captain on 't my self Pog. You will put on all Offices yet count 'em pain and trouble Lol. Yes and perform 'em