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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A56872	The Queen, or, The excellency of her sex an excellent old play / found out by a person of honour, and given to the publisher, Alexander Goughe.	Goughe, Alexander.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1653 (1653)	Wing Q155; ESTC R9224	44,652	48

THE QUEEN OR THE EXCELLENCY OF HER SEX An Excellent old Play Found out by a Person of Honour and given to the Publisher ALEXANDER GOUGHE {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} {non-Roman} Hesiod lib 1. Cedat jam Graia vetustas Peltatas mirata Nurus jam Volsca Camillas Cedat Assyrias quae foemina flectit habenas Fama tace Majore cano LONDON Printed by T. N. for Thomas Heath in Russel Street Neer the Piazza of Covent-Garden 1653 TO THE VERTUOUSLY NOBLE AND TRULY HONORABLE LADY The Lady CATHERINE MOHUN Wife to the Lord Warwick Mohun Baron of Okehampton my highly honored LORD May it please your Ladiship MAdam Imbolden'd by your accustomed candor and unmerited favours to things of the like nature though disproportion'd worth Because this Excellency seems to contract those perfections her Sex hath been invested with which are as essential to your Ladiship as light to the Sun I presumed to secure this innocent Orphan from the Thunder-shocks of the present blasting age under the safe protecting wreath of your name which I am confident the vertues of none can more justly challenge then those of your Ladiship who alone may seem to quicken the lifeless Scene and to demonstrate its possibility reducing Fables into Practicks by making as great honour visible in the mirror of your dayly practise Your pardon Madam for daring to offer such adulterate Metals to so pure a Mine for making the Shadow a present to the Substance the thoughts of which was an offence but the performance a crime beyond the hopes of pardon When my Fate had cast me on the first I esteemed my self unsafe with the Politian should I not attempt the latter securing one error by soaring at a greater but my duller eyes endured not the proof of so glorious a Test and the waxed juncture of my ill contrived feathers melt me into the fear of a fall Therefore with the most desperate offenders I cast my self on the mercy of the Bench and since I have so clement a Judge as your self do not wholly despair of absolution by reason my Penetential acknowledgment attones part of the offence and your remission of the whole will eternally oblige MADAM The humblest of your Ladiships Servants ALEXANDER GOUGHE To Mr. Alexander Goughe upon his publishing The excellent Play call'd the Queen or the Excellencie of her Sex IF Playes be looking glasses of our lives Where dead examples quickning art revives By which the players dresse themselves and we By them may forme a living Imagry To let those sullied lie in age in dust Or break them with pretence of fit and just Is a rude cruelty as if you can Put on the christian and put off the man But must all morall handsomnes undoe And may not be divine and civill too What though we dare not say the Poets art Can save while it delights please and convert Or that blackfriers we heare which in this age Fell when it was a church not when a stage Or that the Presbiters that once dwelt there Prayed and thriv'd though the playhouse were so near Yet this we dare affirme there is more gain In seeing men act vice then vertue fain And he less tempts a danger that delights In profest players then close Hypocrites Can there no favour to the scaene be shown Because Jack Fletcher was a Bishops son Or since that order is condemn'd doe you Think poets therefore Antichristian too Is it unlawfull since the stage is down To make the press act where no ladies swoune At the red coates intrusion none are strip't No Hystriomastix has the copy whip't No man d'on Womens cloth 's the guiltles presse Weares its own innocent garments its own dresse Such as free nature made it Let it come Forth Midwife Goughe securely and if some Like not the make or beautie of the play Bear witnes to 't and confidently say Such a relict as once the stage did own Ingenuous Reader merits to be known R. C. For Plays DO you not Hawke Why mayn't we have a Play Both are but recreations You 'll say Diseases which have made Physitians dumb By healthful excercise are overcome And Crimes escap'd all other laws have been Found out and punish'd by the curious Scene Are Stages hurtful for the ill they teach And needless for the good Which Pulpits preach Then sports are hurtful for the time they lose And needless to the good which labour does Permit 'm both or if you will allow The minde no Hawke leave yours and go to Plough EDMOND ROOKWOOD To Mr. Goughe upon the publication of the Play call'd The QUEEN or the Excellency of her SEX GOUGHE In this little Present you create Your self a Trophee may become a State For you that preserve wit may equally Be ranck'd with those defend our Liberty And though in this ill treated Scene of sense The general learning is but in pretence Or else infus'd like th' Eastern Prophet's Dove To whisper us Religion Honour Love Yet the more Generous race of men revives This Lamp of Knowledge and like Primitives In Caves fearless of Martyrdom rehearse The almost breathless now Dramatick verse How in the next age will our Youth lament The loss of wit condem'd to banishment Wit that the duller rout despise cause they Miss it in what their Zealous Priests display For Priests in melancholy Zeal admit Onely a grave formality for wit And would have those that govern us comply And cherish their fallacious tyranny But wherein States can no advantage gain They harmless mirth improperly restrain Since men cannot be naturally call'd free If Rulers claim more then securitie How happens then this rigour o're the Stage In this restor'd free and licentious age For Plays are Images of life and cheat Men into vertue and in jest repeat What they most seriously think nor may We fear lest Manners suffer every day Does higher cunninger more sin invent Then any Stage did ever represent It may indeed shew evil and affright As we prize day by th' ugliness of night But in the Theatre men are easier caught Then by what is in clamorous pulpits taught T. C. Persons of the PLAY QUeen of Arragon Petruchi a Young Lord Bufo a Captain Kings Party Pynto an Astronomer Muretto Velasco Queens General Lodovico his friend Alphonso afterwards King Collumello Counsellors to the Queen Almado Herophil her Woman Salassa widow Mistriss to Velasco Shaparoon her friend Mopas Velasco's man Hangman Messenger Groom Officers The Queen ACTUS PRIMUS Enter Petruchi with Buso Pynto and Muretto in poor habit Petr ALL free and all forgiven Omnes Bless her Majesty Petr. Henceforth my friends take heed how you so hazard Your lives and fortunes on the peevish motion Of every discontent you will not finde Mercy so rise at all times Muret. Gratious Sir Your counsel is more like an Oracle Then mans advice for my part I dare speak For one I rather will be

rackt asunder Then e're again offend so wise a Majesty Petr. 'T is well your lives are once more made your own I must attend the execution Of your hot General each shift now for your selves Exit Petruchi Buf. Is he gone ha ha ha We have the common Capony of the cleer heavens Once more o're our heads Sirs Muret. We are at liberty out of the Hangmans clutches Now mark what good language and fair words Will do Gentlemen Pyn. Good language O let me go back and he hang'd rather then live within the rotten infection of thy Cankred breath the poyson of a flatterers tongue is a thousand times more deadly then the twinges of a rope Thou birth of an unlucky Planet I abhor thee Muret. Fy fy Can you rail on your friends thus Pyn. Friends my friend Captain come from that slippery Ele Captain His very cradle was in dirt and mud His milk the oyl of serpents his mother a mangy Mermaid and a male Crocodile begat him Muret. This needs not sweet signior Pynto Pyn. Sweet Signior Sweet Cog a foyst go hang thy self thou 'dst jeer the very rags I wear off my back with thy fustians of sweet precious unmatchable rare wise juditious hey do Pox on thee Sirrah Sirrah Hast not thou many a time and often devoured a whole table of mine garnisht with plenty nay variety of good wholesome fare under the colour of telling news with a roughy complement Muret. Good fare of thine Buf. Nay dear Gentlemen Pyn. Mine I mine Sycophant I dost mark me to supply thy totters paund a whole study of Ephimerides so rich that they might have set up a Coronation of Almanack makers and what had I in return But protestations hearest thou this maunderer that I was for learning the soundest for bounty the royallest for discourse the sententioust for behavour the absolutest for all endowments of minde and body the most accomplisht that nature ever call'd her workmanship but thou dog thou scoundres my beggery was the fruits of thy flattery Stand off Rascal off Buf. This is excellent faith Muret. How how I flatter ye What thee thee A poor lousy uncloakt imposter a deceitful couzening cheating dull decoying fortune teller Thou pawn books thou patcht out of an old shepheards Calender that discoursest in time of the change of the weather And whose were thy Ephemerides Why Impudence wert thou ever worth Erra Pater's Prognostication Thou learned In what By filching stealing borrowing eating collecting and counting with as weather-wise Ideots as thy self once in twelve moneths thou wert indeed delivered like a big bellied wife of a two penny Almanack at Easter A Hospital boy in a blew coat shall transcribe as much in six hours to serve all the year Thou a table of meat yes Astronomers fare air or at a feast upon high holy dayes three red Sprats in a dish that was held glutony too I flatter thee Thou learned Pyn. Rascal Cannibal that feedest upon mans flesh Buf. Nay pray pray heartily Gentlemen in good earnest and as I live and by this hand now Muret. Right thou put'st me in minde what I should call thee Who was 't the cause of all the late insurrection for which we were all like to be hang'd and our brave General Alphonso is this day to suffer for who but thou forsooth the influences of the Stars the conjunction of the Planets the prediction of the celestial bodies were peremptory that if a' would but attempt a civil commotion a' should I marry should a' be strait crown'd present King of Arragon Now your Gipsonly may i' th moon your divination hath fairly mounted him poor Gentleman he 's sure to leave his head in pawn for giving credit to thy prognosticating ignorance Pyn. I scorn thee Parasite Muret. You are a stinking starv'd gut star-gazer Is that flattery or no Buf. foot What do you mean Signior Pynto Signior Muretto Pyn. I will be reveng'd and watch my time Sirrah Muret. Do Buf. This is strange my Master to be so heer the place of execution and prattle so loud Come Signior Pynto indeed la you shall shake hands Pyn. Let me alone y' are a foolish Captain Muretto I will display thee for a Muret. Hang thy self I care not for thee this Buf. Foolish Captain foolish Captain heark ye Pynto there 's no such good meaning in that word Pyn. A Parrat can echo talk to Schollers so Muret. A proper Scholler stitcht up of waste paper Buf. Sneaks if I be a fool I 'll bang out the wits of some of your nodles or dry bastinado your sides Ye Dogret maungy scabbed owlaglasses I 'll mawle yee so I will Muret. Captain sweet Captain nay look now will you put your discretion to coxcombs Buf. Yes the proudest coxcombs of 'em all if I be provok'd foolish flesh and blood cannot endur 't Muret. So goodman sky walker you have made a trim hand on 't to chase your self into a threat cutting Buf. I will shred you both so small that a very botcher shall shred Spanish needles with every fillet of your itchy flesh call me foolish ye whelps-moyles my father was a Corn cutter and my mother a muscle woman 't is known what I am and I 'll make you know what I am If my choler be raised but one inch higher Pyn. Well I see Mars and Saturn were thy Planets Thou art a valiant souldier and there 's no dealing with ye For the Captains sake I will abate my indignation Muretto But Buf. But i' thy face I 'll have no buts S'bones the black guard is more honorably sured then any of us three Foolish foolish will never out of my head while I live Enter Velasco and Lodovico Muret: Long life eternal prosperity the blessing o' th heavens and honors of the Earth crown the glorious merits of the incomparable Captain Don Velasco Pyn. The Chime goes again Captain Velas. Who are these poor Creatures Lodovico Lodov. My Lord I know them now they are some of the late mutineers whom you when you took Alphonso prisoner presented to the rigor of the Law but since they are by the Queen's pardon set at liberty Velas. I should know yonder fellow Your name is Bufo if I mistake not Buf. My name is my own name Sir and Bufo is my name Sir if any man shall deny 't I dare challenge him in defence of my Godfathers that gave me that name Sir and what say you to that Sir Muret. A shallow unbrain'd weak foolish fellow and so forth Your lordship understands me But for our parts my good Lord Velas. Well Gentlemen I cannot tell you now That any poor endeavours of mine own Can work Alphonso's peace yet I have spoke And kneell'd and sued for his reprieve The Queen Hath heard but will not grant This is the day And this the time and place where he must render The forfeit of his life unto the Law I onely can be sorry Enter Petruchi after the hangman bearing the axe before Alphonso