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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A35658	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 ...	Daborne, Robert, d. 1628.	1655 (1655)	Wing D101; ESTC R6223	39,395	58

homage Fe•d Speak ••at art tho• Gisb. Though old dread Soveraign yet vouchsafe him hearing Will lay such black deeds •pe will b•nish night For ever from her vail or loath the light Peruse this paper Enter 〈◊〉 Ferd. Alas poor man my soul doth pity him See here the Villain comes Lord 〈◊〉 We purpose to prefer you to a wife Of our election Luc. I do beseech your grace to pardon •e I have vow'd to live a single life Ferd. You have vow'd to live a single Villain Peace monstrous wretch I hardly check my tears Unhappy King that must trust others ears No marvell Heaven so many ills down hurl N•ught but injustice can destroy the world Corrupted Judges the States most dangerous foes They smile and strike there 's no sence for their blowes Vengeance and rage I could forget my b•ing And be your executioner my self Gisb. This 〈◊〉 speaks an other language Sil. We humbly do confesse our crimes and on Our knees 〈◊〉 your 〈◊〉 pardon Ferd. Pardo• may 〈…〉 Ingrateful Monster Canst 〈◊〉 deny this schedule Recall thy self old man I am thy Prince And will revenge thy wrong Gisb. Are you a man Sir Ferd. As thou art Speak Villain Canst thou disprove this too just accusation Luc. I cannot only for the murther As I shall hope for 〈◊〉 I am free Gisb. Lives my Vrania then Luc. I left her neer the Lodge Whither in grief she made Ferd. Abhorred viper that could'st behold her smart Who with her own cur'd thine I loth thy sight And here deprive thee of all dignity Due from thy Ancestors thy Land we seise And give thee only four dayes space to find Vrania out One hour defer'd our Kingly word is past Thou for her losse shalt tast untimely death So thrust him forth our presence Ex. 〈◊〉 Gisb. True Prince indeed Pardon renowned King my much forgetfulnesse• Oh! let some pinacle made a God whose height May reach to heaven bear thy name stampt In golden characters untoucht by envious time Ferd. Rise much wrong'd man you worst but first in place With him that did so easily second thy false doome We banish both of you into the woods As most unworthy mans society Thou shalt injoy the place and honour Of our chief Justice infer no denyal• What want is in thy 〈◊〉 preheminence Thou hast in virtue and in innocence So lead away thy daughter being not dead Thy joy ore ' flowes all sorrow 's cancelled ACT. IV. Enter Lucius Gulman Flavia Surdo Vrania Flav. Perjur'd slave hast a wife could'st think l•chery would have a better end out of my doors seducing V•rl•t Luc. Hear me but speak Gull Out upon thee penurious Rascall my flesh shak•s to be at thee thou hast made little better then a whore of my daughter Surd. And a baud of your Ladyship Gull Wer 't not for modesties sake I would have my peny worths out of thy flesh Flav. The hangman will rid us of that care beggerly slave Why dost not laugh at him 〈◊〉 Vra. I could shed tears for thee poor Lucius Though many moneths thou couldst indure my gri•f One day seems long till I yeeld thee relief Luc. Is then all love and pity banished In lieu then of the good thou stand'st possest by me grant me but one nights being in thy house thou see'st tis late and I unfurnished of means and credit Flav. Would one night save thy life restore thy name and thy degraded honour I would not grant it for know I hate thee more then all thy wealth in•orc'd me love before Surd. You are no who• Flav. So let 's in if longer you stay here I will provide you of a Harbinger Gull You shall have a lodging at the cost of the Parish if you stay a little longer Exeunt Surd. Baud blood-sucker Canniball Vra. Afflicted man I that for comfort sought thy company could now afford some pity unto thee Ex. Luc. Ill destined Lucius but in vain 's complaint then tell me Surdo what cure canst thou apply unto my miseries Surd. Such as the world gives to men in distresse As I am a Courtier I must leave you Luc. How leave me Surd. Would you not have me follow the example of my betters I promised you to serve you only as you were a Lord and so I have done and will till I see you at the gallowes and thither you shall have followers enough Luc. Wilt thou not help to find my wife out then Surd. I le see what I can do Oyes did any manner of man take up a woman child of the age of 22. lost for want of a husband let them look into her mark and if they finde her a Virgin bring her to the Hangman Luc. Ingratefull groom doest mock my misery Surd. Are you such an asse to think she 'l be found to save you from Hanging that have left her swimming all this while she has more hope of her widowhood then so the old saying is Marry a widow whose husband was hanged and then she cannot upbraid you with them• I le see if I can find her and put it in practise Farewell I will look to hear from you by the next new Ballad pray Iove it be to a good tune and come off bravely to the life t' will be to your own com•ort and credit of your followers to see and hear so many bear parts in your death Ex. Luc. Contemn'd and left of all where are my parasites now Honours shadowes that seem to move with an obsequious right as if they were in•eperably tyed unto our persons When the truth is their motion is from the sun which being done once we are lest naked Why should I blame this world then Since means and honour sway the greatest men For give me one that ere lov'd virtue poore Shew me an Userer charitable or an honest whore I cannot Flavia with just cause condemn thee It is the leaden waight of time that moves thy hate And with a violent hand doth force thy soul To this observing world for well thou knowest Wert thou as chast and fair as the Greekish dame Fam'd for her twice ten winters constancie And hadst no foil to put thy virtues off Thou might'st spin out thy daies to get thee food Or turn base prostitute and sell thy blood At every comers price Enter Vrani• Vra. Where night I find this most unhappy man Whose grief will not permit my jealous soul To trust him with the night Oh! did he know How much beyond my self I prize his love T would move him to afford me pity if not love But see where suiting with his fortunes on the ground He has cast himself could we our fates foreknow He had kept the happy mean not Iain so low My honour'd Lord why with so hard an eye Do you behold your friends Luc. Thou doest forget thy self I am poor and poverty When none else will do 't makes all men fly Vra. You much mistake me Sir I am Castadora One that did never •awn