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A03255
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The vvise-woman of Hogsdon A comedie. As it hath been sundry times acted with great applause. Written by Tho: Heyvvood.
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Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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1638
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STC 13370; ESTC S104077
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I married 2. Luce. Then you have no reason but to injoy both them and me too and so you are like I should be loath to divorce Man and Wife Boyst. I am fool'd but vvhat crackt vvare are you forsooth 2. Luce. I belong to the old Gentlevvoman of the house Boyst. I le set her house on fire I am finely bobb'd 2. Luce. But I hope you will not bobb me Boyst. No I 'se vvarrant thee vvhat art thou Girle or Boy 2. Luce. Both and neither I vvas a Ladd last night but in the morning I vvas conjured into a Lasse And being a Girle novv I shall be translated to a Boy anon Here 's all I can at this time say for my selfe Farevvell Boyst. Yes and be hang'd vvithall O for some Gun powder to blovv up this Witch this Shee-male this damn'd Sorceresse O I could teare her to fitters vvith my teeth Yet I must be patient and put up all lest I bee made a jeere to such as knovv mee fool'd by a Boy Goe too of all the rest the Girle Luce must not knovv it Exit Enter Chartley and his man meeting Luce Chart. So now am I the same man I was yesterday who can say I was disguis'd or who can distinguish my condition now or reade in my face whether I be a married man or a Batchelor Luce. Who 's that Chart. Luce Luce. Sweet Husband is it you Chart. The newes Luce Never so frighted in my dayes Chart. What 's become of the Lord and the Lady Luce. The Lord fled after you the Lady staid who maskt and halfe unready ran fast after her poore affrighted Husband now all 's quiet Chart. This storme is then well past and now conveigh your selfe home as privately as you can and see you make this knowne to none but your Father Luce. I am your Wife and Servant Exit Chart. This name of Luce hath beene ominous to mee one Luce I should have married in the Countrey and just the night before a toy tooke me in the head and mounting my Horse I left Capons Ducks Geese Poultry Wild-fowle Father and Bride and all and posted up to London where I have ever since continued Batchelor till now And now Enter Gratiana in haste a Serving-man before her and Taber after her Grat. Nay on I Prethee fellow on my Father will wonder where I have beene visiting Now vvhat had I forgot Taber there 's money goe to the Gold-smiths bid him send mee my Fanne and make a quicke returne on fellow on Exit Taber Her Fanne at the Gold-smiths now had I forgot to aske her his name or his signe but I will after to know Chart. Sirrah goe call mee backe that Serving-man And aske him vvhat 's the Gentle-vvomans name Servingman I shall ho you Friend you Taber Who 's that calls Servingman 'T was I Taber Your businesse you should be one though not of my cognisance yet of my condition a Serving-creature as I take it pray vvhat 's your vvill vvith mee Servingman Pray Sir what might I call that Gentlevvoman on vvhom you were attendant Taber You may call her vvhat you please but if you call her otherwise then in the vvay of honestie you may perchance heare on 't Servingman Nay be not offended I say vvhat doe you call her Taber Why Sir I call her as it shall best please mee sometimes yong Lady sometimes yong Mistris and vvhat hath any man to doe with that Chart. Are you so captious sirrah vvhat 's her name Speake and be briefe Taber Ey marry Sir you speake to purpose and I can resolve you her name is Gratiana But all this vvhile I have forgot my Mistris Fanne Exit Chart. Gratiana oft have I heard of her but saw her not till now 't is a prettie wench a very prettie wench nay a very very very prettie wench But what a Rogue am I of a married man nay that have not beene married this six houres and to have my shittle-wits runne a Wooll-gathering already What vvould poore Luce say if shee should heare of this I may very well call her poore Luce for I cannot presume of five pounds to her portion what a Coxcombe was I being a Gentleman and well deriv'd to match into so beggarly a kindred What needed I to have grafted in the stocke of such a Choake Peare and such a goodly Popering as this to escape mee Escape mee said I if shee doe shee shall doe it narrowly but I am married already and therefore it is not possible unlesse I should make away my wife to compasse her Married why who knowes it I le out-face tho Priest and then there is none but shee and her Father and their evidence is not good in Law and if they put mee in suite the best is they are poore and cannot follow it I marry Sir a man may have some credit by such a Wife as this I could like this marriage well if a man might change away his Wife still as hee is a weary of her and cope her away like a bad commoditie if every new Moone a man might have a new Wife that 's every yeare a dozen But this Till Death us depart is tedious I will goe a wooing to her I will but how shall I doe for jewels and tokens Luce hath mine in her custodie money and all tush I le juggle them from her well enough see here shee comes Enter Luce and her Father Luce. Here is my Husband I pray move him in it Father It toucheth both our reputations nearly For by his oft repaire now whilst the Marriage Is kept from publike knowledge your good name May be by Neighbours hardly censur'd of Chart. Th' art sad Th' art sad Luce what melancholly already ere thou hast had good cause to be merry and knowst what sport was Luce. I have great reason when my name is toss'd In every Gossips mouth and made a by-word Vnto such people as it least concernes Nay in my hearing as they passe along Some have not spar'd to brand my modestie Saying There sits shee whom yong Chartley keepes There hath hee entred late betimes gone forth Where I with pride was wont to sit before I 'm now vvith shame sent blushing from the doore Chart. Alas poore foole I am sorry for thee but yet cannot helpe thee as I am a Gentleman Why say Luce thou losest now forty shillings worth of Credit stay but a time and it shall bring thee in a thousand pounds worth of commoditie Father Son Son had I esteem'd my profit more Then I have done my credit I had now Beene many thousands richer but you see Truth and good dealing beare an humble saile That little I injoy it is with quiet Got with good conscience kept with good report And that I still shall labour to preserve Chart. But doe you heare mee Father Nothing I le heare that tends unto the ruine Of mine or of my Daughters honestie Shall I be held a Broker to lewd Lust Now in my waine