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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

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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