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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A70576	The Muse of New-market, or, Mirth and drollery being three farces acted before the King and court at New-market : viz. The merry milkmaid of Islington, or, The rambling gallants defeated : Love lost in the dark, or, The drunken couple : The politick whore, or, The conceited cuckhold.	Nabbes, Thomas, 1605?-1645? Tottenham Court.	1680 (1680)	Wing M1869; Wing M3139; ESTC R13320	49,285	70

that has more humanity in him than to see a proper Fellow cast himself away I warrant thee 't is I 't is I man I have heard all Mock And 't was I have playd my Lady to have snapt you Much. Has she then been so good to tell you Now I am worse afflicted than before that she should thus out-run me in this race of honesty Sir Cor. Nay she has hobb'd thee bravely She has a thousand of these tricks I faith man but howsoever what I have found thee I have found thee Hark in thy ear Thou shalt have five Leases and my own Nagg when thou hast a mind to ride Much. Let me deserve it first Sir Cor. Thou shalt have 'um I know what I do I warrant thee Much. I joy in such a Lady Sir Cor. Nay there 's a couple of you for a Wife and a Friend thou shalt be no more my Servant I had thought to have made thee my Steward but thou art too honest for the place that 's the truth on 't Mocko. His superfluity is my necessity pray let me have it Sir Sir Cor. I will talk with thee to morrow Mocko thou shalt have something too but I 'le to Bed honest Muchcraft the dearest must part I see I will so hug the sweet Rascal that thinks every hour ten till I come yonder Good-night Muchcraft to Bed Mocko VVhat delight in life Can equal such a Friend and such a VVife Exit Mock Go and a Cartload of Horns go with thee But shall I not be thought on for my nights Service Much. Why look you pray forget not you had something Mock Well and pray do you remember I had nothing Much. Nothing what 's that Mock Nothing before I had something I mean so you are welcome from Utopia Much. You are very nimble Sir good morrow Exeunt Enter Sir Cornelius and Fido. Sir Cor. Did ever Chronicle match this couple Fido. You make me wonder that both should meet in one resolved goodness unknown to one another Sir Cor. There lies the Jest on 't Sirrah Mocko come hither Enter Mocko. I do but think had she met him in the Garden how she would have ratled him Mock Ay and ruffled him too Sir the Camomile would have been better for it many a day after Fido. Such an honest-minded Servant where shall one find Sir Cor. Servant my sworn brother man he 's too honest for an Office he 'le ne're thrive in 't Fido. A Wife why she 's a Saint one that beares a good sound Soul about her Mock Yes when she wears her new Shoes Sir Cor. Where is she Mocko Mock Walking a turn or two in the Garden with Muchcraft shall I go call Sir Sir Cor. No no no 't is pitty to part 'um they are so well match'd What are they doing Mock Why Sir she was weeping to him she heard this morning that her Confessor Father Joseph was dead Sir Cor. Why now shan't we have her eat a bit these five days Mock She 'le Munch the more in a Corner that 's her Fasts Sir Cor. Nay do but judge Fido Whereas most Dames go but once a month some twice a quarter and once a year to Confession and that upon constraint too she never misses twice a week Fido. 'T is a sign she keeps all well at home they are even with the World that so keep touch with Heaven Enter Policia Muchcraft Sir Cor. See where she comes Why how now Chick weeping so fast this is the fault of most of our Ladies Painting weeping for their sins I should say spoils their Faces Much. Sweet Madam Sir Cor. Look look loving Soul he weeps for company Mocko. And I shall laugh out-right by and by Polic. Oh that good man Sir Cor. Why Bird. Fido. Be patient Polic. And wou'd he go to Heaven without me Mocko. It may be he knew not your mind Madam Polic. He knew my mind well enough Mocko. Why then it may be he knew you cou'd not hold out for the Journey pray do not set us all a crying Weeps Sir Cor. Prethee sweet Birds-n'ye be content Polic. Yes yes be content when you two leave my company no one comes near me so that were not for simple modest Muchcraft here Mocko. As modest as a Gib-Cat at Mid-night Polic. That sometimes reads to me some vertuous Treatise were it not for him I might go look content but 't is no matter no body cares for me Sir Cor. Good Fido help to comfort her Weeps Mocko. Now is the Devil a writing an Encomium upon cunning Cuckoldmakers Much. You have been harsh to her of late I fear Sir Sir Cor. By this hand I turn'd not from her all last-night what shou'd a man do Fido. Come this is but a sweet obedient Shower to bedew the lamented Grave of her old Father Mocko. He thinks the Devil 's dead too Sir Cor. Prethee Muchcraft walk a turn in the Garden to get her a Stomack to her Dinner we 'll be with you presently Polic. Nay when you please but why should I go from you Sir Cor. Loving Soul prethee take her away Polic. Pray let me kiss you first come Muchcraft no body cares for us Sir Cor. Well she 's a precious Creature Much. as they go out kisses her Fido. ' Uds death he kist her at the door Have I found you Lady But mum Sir Cor. Hark you Mocko you must go and invite my Lady Meriday to Sup with us tell her my Lady is never well but in her company Mock What if you invited Sir Isaac Jealous he 's so melancholly since his Wife and he are parted Sir Cor. Do as you are bid let him alone I 'le have no Cuckold sup in my House to Night Mock 'T is a very hot Evening your Worship will sup in the Garden Sir Cor. Why yes marry I will Sir what of that Mock Why your Worship was ever as good as your word keep the Cuckolds out of doors and lay a Cloth for my Lord in the Arbour Exit Sir Cor. I have been about a Project these three months Fido. Fido. What is 't Sir Sir Cor. To compose a Book of my Wives Vertues a Pattern for all that marry Fido. That will do well Sir I have another too for you but that we 'll discourse as we go Conceit and Confidence are Juglers born One grafts in Air t'other hides the real Horn. Exit ACT III. Enter Sir Cornelius like a Fryer Fido. Sir Cor. AM I fitted Fido am I fitted Fido. To the life Sir and able to cheat suspition and so like Father Anthony the Confessor that I protest there 's not more semblance in a pair of Eggs an Apple cut in half is not so like Sir Cor. Well you have counsell'd me to this and I in this habit shall know the Core of her Heart Fido. By this time she may be comming I 'le step aside You 'le tell what 's done Sir Cor. What reveal confession But go your ways as much as may

like thy brown complexion thou dost not paint and art the likelier to be the wholesomer Marg. Good Gentleman he 's jealous and would circumvent her Wen. Here 's half a Crown Girl methinks 't is a fair rate Isa. What 's in me to grant you shall command Wen. I take your word the pleasure of your Bed I must have I will reward it with a new Gown come dally not with coy denials Marg. I marry Sir but not in this place but if you please Whispers Isa. Now Jealousie instruct me I fear this woman 's nought Wen. 'T is a motion I like the pains will make the pleasure more sweet in the enjoying Marg. Mr. Lovechange I 'le in a word inform you Whispers Isa. How Fate conspires to make me miserable Love I thank thee and approve of thy advice what say you Tom to the Fidlers Wen. With all my heart send in the Minstrils Enter Anthony old Hostess both drunk Ant. I I we will be merry and in the gallant fashion Gentlemen Musick is common no man shall stop my ears nor my throat we must put in amongst you Love By all means Tony 't will compleat the Medly Dance Ant. Nay we know what belongs to that Love kiss the women Come away They kiss and reel out Exeunt ACT III. Sir Jeffery asleep in a Chair Enter Lovechange Artezh Art O The effects of drinking I could e'ne curse my own kindness that am ready still to make more of him than he does of me Love Why don't you then Art What Sir I warrant you 'd make him a Cuckold Love 'T is only giving a friend leave to do you a pleasure in earnest which you made me make him believe I would do the truth is I do now love you heartily and have dallied my self into a flame Art Nay Mr. Lovechange you were ever kind but are you as well arm'd as you used to go if he should prove subborn now 't will work Aside Love No faith I must trust to my single valour come demur not let me enjoy those forbidden sweets be assured my secresie is as firm as Night and Locks Art Secresie Mr. Lovechange no I 'le be open to all the world nor will I distinguish places dark or light 't is all one to me were it before my Husbands face Love Hear then he sleeps securely never dreaming of any Foreheads arming Art Fie Sir you are such a tempter pray forbear many a woman would not hold out so long Love Consent then sweet Lady and we 'll to it straight Jeff. Snores Ware Horns there Love O mischief what noise has waked him Art An infirmity he has got to talk in his sleep nay I assure you he will rise sometimes and do the office of a waking man in his dream and not know of it in the morning Jeff. Room for a Head man of the Parish a Monster of his Wives making Art O wicked man he dreams now that I would make him a Cuckold Love Pray Jove it be no counterfeit Sir Jeff. pulls Love by the ears Jeff. And have I taken you Sir Lancelot would you be billing with my Guinivere Love Help to pull him off Madam Jeff. For this attempt King Arthur does degrade thee from a Knight of his Round Table to be a Squire of his VVives Body so conduct me to my Bed where I will beget a Race of VVarriours shall Cage the Great Turk again and restore Constantinople to the Emperour Love You mistake Oh! ' uds death my Perriwig is not a Turbant Jeff. Peace follows Victory now let me rest Art Pray Sir forgive him I dare undertake he 'll be sorry when he wakes if any thing I can do can make amends Smiles aside Love Prove his dream true when the smart 's over I shall forget Enter Tapster Tap. Madam some Ladies in the house are not well and desire your assistance Jeff. VVho wants assistance who breaks the Kings Peace fetch me a Constables Staff Love He 'll dream again had I best stay Art Now Drunkard are you recover'd yet Jeff. VVhat Mr. Lovechange and my Wife where 's the rest of your Company Art Gone being weary of such a Sot as you are to be drunk so early I had done well to have served you in your own kind here was Company enough to have brought me home and some not far off that used me kindly whilst you snorted to fright the Fleas and dream perhaps some wickedness of me Jeff. Come come I 'le buy my pardon with a new Gown and a journey into the Country for a Month. Art You know I am easie to be wrought upon Tap. Will you discharge Mr. Lovechange Love Not so willingly though I value it not no revenge of this dreaming Fox what is the Reckoning Tap. Nine and eleven pence Jeff. How 's that let 's have the particulars Mr. Lovechange shall know how he parts with his money Love Shall he so kind Sir Tap. Why Sir Cakes two shillings Ale as much a quart of mortified Claret eighteen pence stew'd Pruens a shilling Art That 's too dear Tap. Truly they cost a peny a pound of the one-handed Costermonger out of his Wives Fish Basket a quart of Cream half a Crown Love That 's excessive Tap. Not if you consider how many Carriers Eggs miscarried in the making of it and the charge of Isinglass and other ingredients to make Cream of the sour milk Art All this does not amount to what you demand Tap. I can make more two three peny Papers of Sugar a shilling than you had bread Sir Jeff. Yes and drink too Sir my head takes notice of that Tap. 'T is granted Sir a pound of Sausages and forty other things make it right our Bar never errs Love This can't be I 'le talk with your Mistress my self Exit Jeff. I do Sir know what you do put it to her Conscience Art Owl when do you think he 'll find that she 's too deep for you or him either prethee talk sense Jeff. No matter he 'll pay all where is he Tapster Tap. Gone Sir Jeff. How gone give me my Sword and Belt Tap. I must have the Reckoning first Jeff. Must I pay must I Art This revenge he took for your beating him in your sleep I warrant you never dreamt of all this now Jeff. Has he such tricks well 't is no matter 't is but a large Groat for ebng drunk Here Sirrah Exeunt ambo Tap. You 'r welcome Sir some profit comes from hence I have o're-reckon'd nine and twenty pence Enter Isabella Anthony Ant. My Master must have a fair Course with you and so he bid me tell you besides what other kindnesses he will do for you but stuff your Pannier he 's resolved to do Isa. Ah Anthony why should his lustful thoughts be bent at me some timely Guardian Angel rescue me from his foul intent Ant. A Pox of this whining what an unreasonable thing you are there 's hardly a quarter in the house that you may