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A03197 The fayre mayde of the Exchange with the pleasant humours of the cripple of Fanchurch. Very delectable, and full of mirth. Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name. 1607 (1607) STC 13317; ESTC S106110 45,010 76

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more heere 's two Snights to a dish Ferd. Well since I haue such opportunitie I le trust no longer to vncertaintie He courts her againe in priuate Anth. At it so hard brother well woe apace A while I am content to giue you place Frank Well to her both both doe the best you can I feare yong Franke will prooue the happier man Phil. You haue your answere trouble me no more Fer. Yet this is worse then my suspence before For then I liu'd in hope now hope is fled Anth. What male content is Ferdinand strooke dead Fortune be blithe and aide the second brother Talke in priuate Franke Thinke you to haue more fauour then an other To her a Gods name liue not in suspence While you two striue I needs must get the wench Phil. I am resolu'd and sir you know my minde Frank What you repulst too Phillis is too vnkinde Phil. Here sits my Loue within whose louely brest Liues my content and all my pleasures rest And for a further confirmation Which to approoue euen in sight of both you here present I giue my hand and with my hand my heart My selfe and all to him and with this ring I le wed my selfe Frank I take thy offering And for the gift you gaue to me take this And let vs seale affection with a kisse Ferd. Oh sight intollerable Anth. A spectacle worse then death Frank Now gentlemen please you draw neere and listen to the Cripple Giue them the letters and they stampe and storme Know you that letter sir what say you to this Both How came they to your hands Frank Sirs a porter euen of late left them with me To be deliuered to this Gentlewoman Anth. A plague vpon that Porter if ere I meete him My rapiers point with a deaths wound shall greet him Exit Ferd. Franke thou art a villaine thou shalt know 't ere long For proffering me such vndeserued wrong Exit Frank So vomit forth the rhume of all your spight These threats of yours procure me more delight Phil. Now gentle loue all that I haue to say Is to entreat you seeke without delay My fathers kinde consent for thou hast mine And though he storme yet will I still be thine Make triall then t is but thy labour lost Though he denie thee it requires no cost Frank I will assaile with expedition Phil. God and good fortune go with thee farewell Exit Frank Well I will goe but not in this disguise Arme thee with policie Franke Franke must be wise Now would the substance of this borrowed shape Were here in presence and see where he comes Enter the Cripple Poore in the well framd limbes of nature but Rich in kindnesse beyond comparison Welcome deere friend the kindest soule aliue Here I resigne thy habite backe againe Whereby I prooue the happiest man that breaths Crip. Hast thou then sweet blood been fortunate Frank Harke I will tell thee all Whisper in priuate Enter Bowdler Mall Berry and Ralfe Bowdler capers and sings Ralf Faith sir me thinkes of late you are very light Bowd. As a feather sweet Rogue as a feather Haue I not good cause sweet Mall sweet Mall Hath she not causde the same well if I liue sweet wench Either by night or day I will requite your kindenesse Franke Now I will take my leaue to put the same in practise Exit Franke Crip. Good fortune waite on thee Bowd. Mall thou art mine by thine owne consent How saist thou Mall Mall Yes forsooth Ralfe I am witnesse sir Bowd. But that is not sufficient Mall if thou art content Mall heer 's a Rogue hard by a friend of mine whom I will acquaint with our loues and hee shall bee partaker of the match Ralf Nay sir if you meane to haue partners in the match I hope Ralfe can helpe to serue your wiues turne as well as another what ere he be How say you mistresse Mall All 's one to me whom he please Bowd. Come then sweet Mall wee le to the Drawer There to dispatch what I further intend Mall And well remembred husband Ralfe A forward maiden by this light husband before the Clarke hath said Amen Mall He hath worke of mine I pray forget it not Bowd. I will not Mall Now you lame Rogue where is this maidens worke my wiues worke you rascall quicke giue it her Crip. Sweet Seignior the sweet Nimphes worke is almost finished but sweete blood you driue me into admiration with your latter words your sweet wiues worke I admire it Bowd. I yee halting Rascall my wiues worke shee 's my wife before God and Ralfe how saist thou Mall art thou not Mal. Yes for sooth and to confirme the same Heere in this presence I plight my faith againe And speake againe what erst before was said That none but you shall haue my maiden-head Bowd. A good wench Mall ifaith now will I to thy father for his good wil Cripple see you remember what is past for I will call thee in question for a witnesse if neede require farewell curre farewell dogge Exit Bowdler and Ralfe Crip. A due fond humorist Parenthesis of iests Whose humour like a needlesse Cypher fils a roome But now Mall Berry a word or two with you Hast thou forgotten Barnet thy thoughts were bent on him Mall On him Cripple for what was it for marriage Crip. It was for loue why not for marriage O monstrous Were I a maide and should be so bewitch'd I 'de pull my eyes out that did lend me light Exclaime against my fortune banne my starres And teare my heart so yeelding her consent To Bowdlers loue that froth of complement Mall Cripple you lose your time with your faire teares To circumuent my heart Bowdler I loue thee Barnard I hate and thou shalt neuer mooue me Crip. I will thou dost loue Barnard and I can prooue it Mall That I loue Barnard by heauens I abhorre him Crip. Thou lou'st him once againe I say thou lou'st him For all thou hast borne Bowdler still in hand Mall What wilt thou make me mad I say I hate him Crip. I say thou lou'st him haue not I been at home And heard thee in thy chamber praise his person And say he is a proper little man And pray that he would be a suter to thee Haue I not seene thee in the Bay-window To sit crosse-armde take counsell of thy glasse And prune thy selfe to please yong Barnards eye Some times curling thy haire then practising smiles Sometimes rubbing thy filthy butter-teeth Then pull the haires from off thy beetle-browes Painting the veins vpon thy breasts with blew An hundred other trickes I saw thee vse And all for Barnard Mall For Barnard t was for Bowdler Crip. I say for Barnard Nay more thou knowst I lay one night at home And in thy sleepe I heard thee call on Barnard Twentie times ouer Mall Will you be sworne I did Crip. I I will sweare it And art thou not ashamde thus to be changde To leaue
whence your sorrow doth proceede I will not onely cease to trouble you But like a true skilfull phisition Seeke all good meanes for your recouerie Fer. Well brother you haue much importun'd me And for the confidence I haue in you That you le proue secret I will now vnfold The loade of care that presseth downe my soule Know then good Franke loue is the cause hereof Frank How loue why what 's that loue Ferd. A child a little little boy that 's blind Frank And be ore-come by him plagude by him Driuen into dumps by him put downe by a boy Master'd by loue O I am mad for anger By a Boy is there no rosemary and bayes in England To whip the Ape by a boy Ferd. I such a boy as thou canst neuer see And yet ere long mayst feele his tirranie Hee 's not visible yet aimes at the heart Wo be to those that feele his wounding dart And one of them I am wounded so deepe That in my passions I no meane can keepe Vnhappy time woe to that dismall howre When loue did wound me with faire Phillis flowre O Phillis Phillis of flowers sweetest flower That euer garnish'd any princely bowre Farewell farewell my woes will ne're remoue Till I inioy faire Phillis for my loue Exit Frank What 's heere Phillis and loue and loue and Phillis I haue seene Phillis and haue heard of loue I will see Phillis and will heare of loue But neither Phillis nor the power of loue Shall make me bond-slaue to a womans becke Enter Anthonie Who 's here my second brother male-content I le stand aside and note his passions Ant. O loue that I had neuer knowne thy power Frank More louers yet what the deuill is this loue Anth. That these my wandring eyes had kept their stay That I my selfe had still beene like my selfe That my poore heart had neuer felt the wound Whose anguish keepes me in a deadly sound Oh how deluding dreames this night ore-past Drench'd my sad soule in pleasures floting sea Me thought I clasp'd my loue within my armes And circling her sau'd her from threatning harmes Me thought there came an hundred in an houre That sought to rob me of my sweetest flower But like a champion I did keepe her still Within this circle free from euery ill But when I wak'd and missd my Phillis there All my sweete ioyes conuerted into feare Frank What brother Anthony at praiers so hard Tell me what saint it is thou inuocates Is it a male or female howsoeuer God blesse thee brother th' art in a good mind But now I remember me thy saint is blind Anth. How blind Frank I brother blind I heard thee talke of loue And loue is blind they say Anth. I would it were as blinde as Ebon night That loue had neuer hit my heart so right But what is loue in your opinion Frank A voluntary motion of delight Touching the superficies of the soule A substance lesse diuine then is the soule Yet more then any other power in man Is that which loues yet neither is enforc'd Nor doth enforce the heart of man to loue Which motion as it vnbeseemes a man So by the soule and reason which adorne The life of man it is extinguished Euen at his pleasure that it doth possesse Anth. Thus may the free-man iest at mannacles The furre-clad citizen laugh at a storme The swartie Moore diuing to gather pearle Challenge the scalding ardor of the sunne And aged Nestor sitting in his tent May tearme wounds sport warre but merriment Frank T is true fore God it is and now me thinks My heart begins to pittie hearts in loue Say once more Anthony tell me thy griefes Let me haue feeling of my passion Possesse me deeply of thy melting state And thou shalt see Anth. That thou wilt pittie me Frank No by my troth if euery tale of loue Or loue it selfe or foole-bewitching beautie Make me crosse-arme my selfe studdy ay-mees Defie my hat-band tread beneath my feete Shoo-strings and garters practise in my glasse Distressed lookes and dry my liuer vp With sighes enough to win an argosie If euer I turne thus fantastical Loue plague me neuer pittie me at all Enter Phillis Anth. Yonder she comes that holds me prisoner Frank What Phillis the faire maid of the Exchange Is she god Cupids iudge ouer mens hearts Brother I le haue one venny with her tongue To breathe my wit and iest at passion By your leaue Mistresse Flower Phil. Your rude behauiour scarse offers you welcome Frank I prethee tell me Phillis I heare say Thou keepst loue captiue in thy maiden thoughts Phil. That is a thought beyond your reach to know Frank But shall I know it Phil. On what acquaintance then might you deeme mee fond If as you say loue be at my command Frank May not your friend command as great a matter Phil. I le know him well first for that friend may flatter Frank Why I hope you know me Phil. That 's a question Franke Well if you doe not you shall before I stirre Know you yonder lump of melancholie Yonder bundle of sighes yonder wad of grones The same and I were chickins of one broode And if you know him as I am sure you doe Being his brother you needes must know me too Phil. I partly haue a guesse of yonder Gentleman His name is Maister Golding as I take it Ant. Golding I am and thine sweete faire I am And yet not thine but a most wretched man Thou knowst my cause of griefe my wound of woe And knowing it why wilt thou see it so Put salues of comfort to my griefes vnrest So maist thou heale my sore of heauinesse Franke Hearke you faire maide are you a Surgeon I prethee giue my brother Anthony Somewhat to heale the loue sore of his mind And yet t is pitty that he should haue help A man as free as aire or the Sunnes raies As boundlesse in his function as the heauens The male and better part of flesh and blood In whom was powrde the quintessence of reason To wrong the adoration of his Maker By worshipping a wanton female skirt And making Loue his Idoll fie dotard fie I am ashamde of this apostacie I le talke with her to hinder his complaints Phillis a word in priuate ere you goe I loue yee sweete Phil. Sowre it may be so Franke Sowre and sweete faith that doth scarce agree Phil. Two contraries and so be we Fra. A plague on this courting come wee le make an end Phil. I am sory for it since you seeme my friend Franke I but thou canst not weepe Phil. Then had I a hard heart Franke How say you come brother now to your part Ant. At your direction no this merry glee Good brother sortes not with my melancholie Loue couets priuate conference so my sorrow Craueth your absence which I faine would borrow Franck No maruell then we say that loue is blind If it still reuell in obscurity I will