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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

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

sword Lodov. Marry that do I Sir I am your first man Here here here take heed you do not hurt your fingers 't will cut plaguely and what will you do with it Velas. Base woman take thy life thy cursed life I set thee free and for it pawn a soul But that I know heaven hath more store of mercy Then thou and all thy sex of sin and falsehood My Lords I now stand Champion for the Queen Doth that discharge her Col. Bravest man it doth Lady y' are safe now Officers away This is a blessed hour Ex. Officers Alm. You shall for ever Bind us your servants Lodov. Aha Why then however things happen let them fall as they fall God a' mercy my lord at last Col. Hark how the people ring a peal of joy Shout within For this good news My lord time steals away We may not linger now Salas. You give me life Take it not Sir away again I see Upon your troubled eyes such discontent As frights my trembling heart Dear Sir Velas. The Gold You hazarded your life for is your own You may receive it at your pleasure Alm. Yes 'T is ready for you lady Salas. Gold Let gold And all the treasures of the earth besides Perish like trash I value nothing Sir But your assured love Velas. My love Vain woman Henceforth thus turn I from thee never look For Apish dotage for a smile a how d' ee A fare ye well a thought from me let Snakes Live in my bosom and with muderous stinges Infect the vital warmth that lends them life If ever I remember thee or thine If I prevail my services shall crave But one reward which shall be if that ever Thou come but in my sight the State wil please To banish thee the land or else I vow My self to leave it Salas. My ill purchast life Velas. Ill purchast life indeed whose ransom craves A sadder price then price of bloodshed saves Go learn bad woman what it is how foul By gaining of a life to lose a soul The price of one oul doth exceed as far A life here as the Sun in light a Star Here though we live some threescore years or more Yet we must dye at last and quit the score We ow to nature But the soul once dying Dyes ever ever no repurifying No earnest sighs or grones no intercession No tears no pennance no too late confession Can move the ear of justice if it doom A soul past cure to an infernal tomb Make use of this Salassa Lodov. Think upon that now and take heed you look My lord no more in the face Salas. Goodness protect him now my life so late I strove to save which being sav'd I hate Exeunt all Enter Alphonso armed all save the head leading the Queen a Herauld going before Muretto Herophil a Guard Alph. Are you resolv'd to dye Qu. When life is irksom Death is a happiness Alph. Yes if the cause Make it not infamous But when a beauty So most incomparable as yours is blemish'd With the dishonorable stamp of whoredom When your black tainted name which should have been Had you preserv'd it nobly your best Chronicle Wherein you might have liv'd when this is stain'd And justly too then death doth but heap Affliction on the dying Yet you see With what a sympathie of equal grief I mourn your ruine Qu. Would you could as clearly Perceive mine innocence as I can clearly Protest it Alph. Fy to justify a sin Is worse then to commit it now y' are faulty Muret. What a royall pair of excellent creatures are heer both upon the castaway It were a saint like mercy in you my Lord to remitt the memory of a past errour And in you Madam if you be guilty of the supposed crime to submitt your selfe to the King I dare promise his love to you is so unfayned that it will relent in your humility Pray do good Madam do Qu. But how if I be free Muret. By any means for your honors cause do not yeeld then one jot Let not the faint feare of Death deject you before the royalty of an erected heart D' ee heare this my Lord 't is a doubtfull case almost impossible to be decided Look upon her well as I hope to prosper shee hath a most vertuous a most innocent countenance Never heed it I know my Lord your jealousy and your affections wrestle together within you for them astery Mark her beauty throughly Now by all the power of Love t is pitty Shee should not be as fair within as without Alph. Could that be prov'd I 'de give my kingdom straight And live a slave to her and her perfections Enter Almada Columello Attendants Lords welcome see thus arm in arm we pace To the wide theater of blood and shame My Queen and I my Queen had shee bin still As shee was mine we might have liv'd too happ'ly For eithers comfort Heer on this sweet modell This plott of wonder this fair face stands fixt My whole felicity on earth In witnes Whereof behold my Lords those manly tears Which her unkindnes and my cruell fate Force from their quiet springs They speak alowd To all this open ayre their publick eyes That whither I kill or dy in this attempt I shall in both be vanquisht Alm. 'T is strange my Lord Your love should seem so mighty in your hatred Alph. Muretto go and guard Petruchy safe Exit Muretto We must be stout now and give over whineing He shall confesse strange things my Lords I warrant ye Comes not a champion yet Qu. None dares I hope Coll. The Queen you know hath bound us all by Oath We must not undertake to combat you Although the cause should prove apparent for her Alph. Must not why then y' are cowards all all base And fall off from your duties but you know Her follies are notorious none dare's stand To justify a sin they see so playnely Coll. You are too hard a censurer Alph. Give me your hand farewell thus from my joy's I part I ever part Yet good my Lords Place her on yonder throne where shee may sit Just in mine eye that so if strength should fail I might fetch double strength from her sweet beauty I 'le heare no answers Qu. Heaven be always guard To Noble actions place the Queen Coll. Heer 's a medley love That kills in Curtesie Alph. Herauld sound a warning to all defendants What comes no one forth How like you this my Lords Sirrah sound again trumpet sounds Second sound A Trumpet within Enter herauld sounding after him Velasco arm'd all save the head Lodovico and attendants Velasco ha art thou the man although Thy cowardice hath publisht thee so base As that it is an injury to honour To fight with one that hath been baffl'd scorn'd Yet I will bid thee welcom Velas. Nobly spoken Past times can tell you sir I was no coward And now the justice of a gallant quarrell Shall new revive my dulnes