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The poor-mans comfort a tragi-comedy : as it was divers times acted at the Cock-pit in Drury Lane with great applause / written by Robert Dauborne ...
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Daborne, Robert, d. 1628.
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name Gilm His name is Lucius this day he is to be made a Senator has been seven years in the warres amongst the Turks and killed Iove knows how many and now he swears bloudily he loves none but my daughter Vra. A bloudy oath indeed my heart doth make it good His cruelty will cost mine and an old man blood Gulm. We do you sigh so are you in love Vra. I have small cause forsooth Gulm. It 's an unprofitable disease indeed it gives that to one would serve many and those that are men of fashion too You shall have gallant upon gallant here none of your thirteen pence halspenny jacks if you have grace you may rise for the worst here comes a horse back Vra. Has my Mistresse more Sutors then this Lucius here Gulm. We had weak doings else Good shopkeepers have wares of all sorts some for shew and some for fashion and yet to speak truth he doth well for both his countenance keeps the painted staffe in awe and saves us many a fair bribe besides my daughter makes him come off at her pleasure and yet it is not one winde can keep her Mill a going one of these dayes she 'l turne him off to thee if thou please her well thou mayest have him in reversion Vra. I should have Had I my right but t is too great a happinesse for me so much unworthy Lisander a poor shepheard was my husband and would he had been so still forgive me Lucius t is my love that wrongs thee and here he comes And had I but mine own Those happy Armes might 'bout my waste be throwne Enter Lucius and Flovi• Luc. I know no reason for 't and yet my heart Seems to proclaime some sadnesse I would This day were ore Flav. I could be more merry now and yet I have had a heavy night on 't too Vra. Would I had eas'd you of your burthen Flav. How melancholy you are Sir I believe you have an other Love hie ho the very thought of it Luc. I prethee do not wrong my faith so much by my hopes till I beheld thy face I knew not what love was by this I did not Vra. Thou art perjured then and yet thy vow 's nothing T is a false book thou tak'st thine oath on Gulm. T is early morning Sir walke one turne more in the back side stirring will get you a stomach Do you begin to weep already we shall have a day on 't then no sooner is your back turned but here is sigh upon sigh her heart goes in her pulses and beats pit a pat pat pit a pat pat till the teares trickle down again never was young Gentlewoman so overborne with affection heaven give her good on 't if you should leave her in the suds now Luc. Time shall be false to truth first come I shall be angry with you come prethee smile upon me Love Vra. I could shed tears might they be so tain off Enter Surdo Surd. Soho Mris. Gullman I have been knocking below till my heart•ake Where is my Lord Luc. Your businesse Sir Surd. My businesse nay that 's done Sir the Senat has staid for you any time this half hour Flav. Thou wrong'st me friend to rob me of my Love Sweet Lucius thou shalt not part from me Luc. My honour doth inforce me to it by this diamond I will not stay a minute longer then necessity constrains me Gulm. This Gentleman protests most nakedly upon such an oath I le believe any man Surd. By this French crown I le be with that new gentlewoman Will you believe me now Gulm. I le talk with you upon the premises Surd. This is the arrantest ba•d in Christendome my Master like a Gull lies tiring upon a Ringtail whilst I am at varietie of fresh tame sowle T is the bravest life since I turn'd Courier I do nothing but drink whore and sleep Will you be going Sir Flav. You shall hear her sing first in troth you shall Luc. Have you a good voice Castadora Vra. A sad voice Sir Flav. I le ha' you sing a merry song I am a maid and I cannot mend it Vra. I have no variety I can sing but one song Luc. Let 's have that What 's the subject Vra. T is of a haplesse shepheardesse forsaken by her false Lover Luc. T is too sad I do not like it Vra. I would you did not I might sing merrily then Surd. This wench has been with a Conjurer I hold my life She knowes all my Lords knavery Luc. This day is ominous I fear farewell till night we part No hell but in an absent Lovers heart Ex. Vra. That proves thy crueltie That sufferest mine so long in hell to be Gulm. Cannot you perswade him Surd. He 's troubled with the great mans ill cannot indure to hear of his faults you 'l remember me I have left a familiar token with you The French thing you wot on Ex. Gulm. Be confident is he gone Flav. Hang him Gull I am as weary of him as of a feaver but see here come Jaspero my dearest Lover Vra. Monster of women Enter Jaspero Ias. I cannot stay with you beauty I only come to give you the maidenhead of my new clothes you are for the show Flav. The new upstart Lord would ha' provided me a standing but I took an order with him before he went Gulm. We can ha' standings there without his providing I ha' been put in ere now in the lobby when my betters have stood bare before me and have had many a sweet bit out of the pasterie and out of the pantry too they are as kind men Iasp. I believe Madam you are welcome Fair what Gentlewoman's this Gulm. A poor Virgin wants help heaven send it her Iasp. When shal 's come to the breaking up of this Giblet pie When will thy love be out of the way Flav. Hang him Hornpipe a small mist puts out his eyes When you will Gulm. Though he should see what cannot we perswade Man was asleep when womans brain was made Ex. Vra. Immodest straine• of womanhood Did ever Poor Creature• fall upon so hard fortune What misery can belong to her hath seen Her aged Father turn'd to beggery Laden with contempt his silver haires prest down With the same weight Life I am weary of thee I le flatter thee no longer my Lucius hand Shall force thee from me if he deny this good By violent hand to shed my hated blood A word of his shall do 't I le only hear him speak Once more deny'd I know my heart will break Ex. Enter Gisbert Gisb. This is the Court sure whose eminence proclaimes Fair Justice seat is here who sits on high That no man suspect partiality Here in rich purple clad her followers goe Each man for his desert and not for show The oppressed poor mans advocate whose unfeed tongues Turn willing Orators retort the wrongs Upon the oppressors head Cosmo shall finde The bribing sorcerers picture Justice blinde She has
If thou hast any sense look mildly on me Why dost thou all in fear and terrour gaze Upon thy father thus Sigis. Help help help Catz. Here here what 's the matter Sigis. Has he not eat my bowels out already Catz. Who do you mean Sir Sigis. Yonder Hyena Catz. Yonder he• Sigis. Dost thou not see his tears See how cunningly he would •eise me in his paw See how he followes me shoot shoot I say Catz. My powder 's damp it will not off Ferd. Some God or good man help Sigis. He comes he comes he comes flie flie flie Ferd. Can none prescribe me comfort Vinc. May be some musick would allay his passions Catz. Please him with musick you may as well catch a hare with a Taber the very tuning of the fidles would make him starke mad Ferd. Art thou acquainted with his humours then Catz. Who I Sir I have almost lost mine owne wits in his service Humours call you them I le tell you Sir sometimes he will be dumb two houres together and then must I be speechlesse as long then do we two sit making of faces one at another like a brace of Baboones or a picture-drawer at his counterfeit anone he will start up and make way with his hands for fear you should run a tilt against his nose which as he is perswaded hangs two fathome in his light at least If any body looks on him he takes it in snuff and railes at him like a Copper-smith then must I turn Physitian and make him believe I pare away two stones at least in collops Ferd. Didst ever hear him speak of his parentage Talk of his Father Catz. Oh Sir It 's a Tragedy if he name his Father once 't is no boot for me to stay by it Ferd. I prethe why Catz. He sayes they took his crown from him and banisht him and then he fals upon me in his fathers right and so malls me that I am not able to lift up mine hand to mine own crown I have lost much bloud in your quarrell Sir Ferd. Poor boy it was our losse depriv'd thy sense Of her best residence and me eternally Of joy and comfort Here friend we will reward thee better If thou wilt follow him still Catz. Should he run out of his wits never so far here be they would drive me after him t is for these the whole world runs mad nowadayes Exe Ferd. I prethe leave him not till we by art And good mens prayers find out some means to cure him Yet that we may not seem all buried In our own particular grief and to 〈◊〉 Commons good ingratefull know we confirm• Your ancient priviledge of Senators Who may determine the affaires of State Next be it proclaimed that whosoever stand Banisht in our cause shall be restor'd to honour And indued with our best love Vinc. What death shall we inflict upon these Traytors tane in the field upon the Tyrants part Ferd. Release them freely This is the difference twixt bad Kings and good The one through peace doth prosper th' other with bloud Proclaime our generall pardon Kings oft do grant That happinesse to others which themselves do want Let each brow put on joy wee 'l only mourn Our good is you•s our grief shall be our own Flourish Ex. Enter Vrania as a Bride Gisbert Lucius Cosmo Licippus Alexis Surdo Gisb. Be this the saddest day you ere may know Dance If ever Hymen tyed a happy knot Or that a parents blessing ere procur'd A good from Heaven this day a fathers prayer• Be powerfull in your joyes Luc. Our love and duty shall deserve your wishes Gisb. We cannot doubt it each man unto his •eat The neighbouring Shepheards to expresse their love Born to my daughter and to grace the day With harmlesse sports are making to our lodge Dance These notes proclaime them Musick and a Dance which ended What newes Venalcas Enter Menalcas Menal. A poa•• from Court scowring along the plaines Inquir'd thy lodge and hearing that my service Belong'd to you charg'd me on my allegiance Deliver this Proclamation that with instant speed It might be published Gisb. My bloud turns cold I pray heaven all be well Luc. Did he exchange no other words with thee Menal. His haste denyed much talk only in brief He told me that King Ferdinand by the •ide Of the Sicilian Prince was reinthron'd The Tyrant fled and those that er'st bewayl'd Their exile fortunes are again restor'd Gisb. This Proclamation speaks it which doth by name give note to Lord Vincentio late Senator of State Francisco Ipinolo 〈◊〉 Luc. Not my name mentioned Gisb. Lord Lutius Luc. The same I thought he had forgotten me Gisb. With all other Lords Knights or Gentlemen that have willingly for our love or forcibly been constrained to suffer banishment be forth with restored with double interest for all their losses as well in goods as rents to be received at our Exchequer upon demand thereof made Most worthy Prince Luc. His gratitude best speaks him Gisb. And this Proclamation doth confirme it which craves my haste neighbours you must along with me all fears are past This doubles our present joyes but time doth call A Tyrants death makes a true festiv•ll Ex. Luc. This news transport me Ferdinand restor'd Which cals me home and addes unto my name The honour of my Ancestors Heaven canot give A good equall to this but I forget my self This is my wedding day my wife the daughter To a poor Shepheard Disgrace unto mine Honour And perpetuall shame to my posterity Vra. This newes hath much distemper'd him tell me love What means this suddain pale that doth possesse thine eyes with fear this happy day invites all mirth and triumph you have not now a thought that can give colour unto disconte•t Luc Forbeare you are troublesome your words trouble me Vra. How trouble you you speak not like a lover Luc. I would I did not prethee Vrania leave me Vra. Some old renued grief possesseth him What ere it be let me bear equall part It is my due and duty I have a heart Beyond my sex to indure calamity Luc. You will offend Vra. Rather my soul then thee Luc. Away then get you in Vra. To death shouldst thou command Grief pressed heart this day thy tears back keep Thou 'lt finde hereafter time enough to weep Luc. She 's virtuous and fair why should I leave her then Her birth is low that 's Fortunes fault not hers Besides she is my wife I have married her And shall I leave her now there is a thing Call'd Conscience would persue me Dull and abject thought You fit Lisander a poor shepheards s••l Not Luci• son unto a Senator I cannot stoop so low no I le abjure her sight Sell both my lodge and 〈◊〉 to 〈◊〉 me As is my breeding Suppose old Gisbert curse His daughter raile talke of ingratitude They beat the aire great men are above their crimes Who has a thriving soul must change with times