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A29349
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The covntrie girle a comedie, as it hath beene often acted with much applause / by T.B.
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Brewer, Anthony, fl. 1630-1655.
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1647
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Wing B4425; ESTC R5042
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mourning Lady Sir Rob. The Nuptiall knot binds loving Paires together Only for terme of life has no extent O're the divorce of Death Bab. Pray pray no more Sir Oli. That onely binds the living to the living And not the living to the dead Sir Rob. That flesh that has a soul within it the indowments And excellencies bounteous Heaven bestowes To that has nothing but the frightfull shape And key-cold figure of a man Sir Oli. Yet this While thus you dote upon your husbands dust You doe sweet Lady and this beauty bind To stenches and corruption so imposing Upon your selfe Mezentius cruelty Bab. You have my resolution so pray leave me Sir Oli. An you be buried in your Husbands grave I see my suit must dye too Sir Rob. Yes and let it For ever Let it die to her and live To one that better shall deserve it come I 'le bring thee though shee be mine owne Madona 's Sister My Knight of a thousand per annum to her betters one that is younger fairer richer and it may be Honester too Sir L. Mal. How Sir Robert Honester O. Gent. Honester Sir Rob. An shee prostrate her selfe to a set o' Morrisdancers and neglect such a Caesar as this is Come Sir Oliver come let 's away L. Mal. Nay but heark you heark you Sir Robert and worthy Sir Oliver that you may see this Lady Is not the woman that you take her for Looke doe you know this Lady Sir Rob. How Mistris Bab Sir Oli. My Ladies Chambermaid M. Wil. A trick o' mirth they put upon these Coxcombs Sir Rob. Were you my Lady Bab. So your Lady would have it Sir Robert Sir Rob. Why god-a-mercie faith M. Wil. There 's all the comfort they are like to have L. Mal. This cloud 's like Iuno the poore shadow Sir The substance wee 'll court for you Sir Rob. My Lady Bab. How like you this Sir Oliver Sir Oli. This change has put some life into me Sir And I must tell you betterd my opinion Both of the Ladies wisedome and her goodnesse Sir Rob. But heark you wife may we not see my Sister L. Mal. •…aith yet her temper is not as Wee 'd have it But we shall win her by degrees and turne Her melancholy to a sprightly humour O. Gent. A day or two dayes passage Sir Rob. Come Sir Oliver Meane time wee 'll see what mirth my house can yield To entertaine you with A ha my Girle Why such a Wench is worth her weight in Pearle Exit M. Wil. Well thou hast played my Lady like a Lady I have a trick from this conceit to doe Shall make us sport and help thy swelling too Exit Act. 2. Enter old Thrashard and Margaret his daughter neatly drest Margaret Sir I have spoke my danger Thra. A dangerous case beleeve me And yet me thinks there 's no great danger neither For say a man offer to blowe thee up with Love-powder If his traine lie so open you may see it you have the wit I hope to shun it h'an't you Marg. I have done hitherto Thra. And doest thou feare thou shalt hold out no longer Marg. Sir I doe not For all the pollicies and power he has Can ne're prevaile to conquest No tho feare Be to our Sex a common attribute In such a fight as this my resolution Has that Heroick temper I dare meet My death e're my dishonour my dishonour For vertue 's vertue in what breast soere And her great splendour equall Thra. Splend Heyday But to the point what is he Do I know him Mar. Yes if you know Sir Robert Malory Your Landlord Father Thra. How Sir Robert Marg. He. Sometimes tho clouded in a course disguise He layes temptations to mine eare himselfe Sometimes by deputy sometimes by Letters And sometimes by rich gifts As if that Jemme Once gone can never be bought back againe Were to be fold so basely Here 's my sore Assist me in the remedie Thra. Sir Robert He ayme against thy chastity Alas Has he bestowed upon thine Infancie That care and cost that he has done Maintain'd thee Among his owne Fed thee among his owne Apparrel'd thee as he has cloth'd his owne In the same Schoole in the same qualities Had thee instructed with his owne Has he So beautified thy mind So grac'd thy body So many yeares in his owne house And now So close his favours follow thee does he Maintaine thee here Here in this homely Roofe A starre to that poore glimmering candle light My poverty could afford thee And for this Is this the best you can returne him Marg. No Father for these should I forget to pay The most obsequious duties I can tender 'T were just in heaven I should forget my selfe Thra. Had this beene spoke of any other man I might have lent an eare to 't but Sir Robert Noble Sir Robert that brave man Sir Robert Our bountious Benefactor Say he have Scatter'd some words i th' way of merriment Some pleasant idle wanton what d' yee call 't Sprinkled a little Bawdry in his speech As Courtiers may and ne'r be question'd for it That cuts not off a Maydenhead Nay perchance The merriment that you in erpret lust Was his meere love to vertue Marg. Vertue Thra. Yes T is my conceit that all his talk his Letters and all the gifts he sent thee were imployed 〈◊〉 ' way of triall Not to make thee naught But so to sound thy goodnesse Mar. Sound my goodnesse Thra. Not to o'recome thy chastity but to try If any other should assaile the Fort How stoutly thou d'st maintaine it Marg. Think you so I 'le think so too then Father Let him try me But jest or earnest he shal ne'r come nye me Ent. Gillian Gil. Why this is fine you have the golden time on 't Thra. What golden time You 'll still be scolding Gil. Scolding Mary come up Mistris Jinnie-•…innie We cannot speak to you but we scold Well I say little Thra. Nothing at all were better Gil. But I 'll say something Has a woman a tongue to say nothing Marg. Prethee be patient Sister Gil. Yes I waun't you I must wash and scowre And Brew and Bake and doe this thing and doe that thing and doe every thing while such a beautifull Blowse as you are must sit still o' your taile and doe nothing Thra. Why doest thou not see her at her work Gil. At wo•…k A geate peyce o work a deed law Prick prick prick As if shee had nothing in the world to mind but Prick Prick Prick But 't is no matter t is but my hard fortune I am a foole indeed and so you make me Thra. What what a shower after this peale of thunder Na•… doe not crie good Gillian Enter Abram Abr. O Father Father Thra. Now Boy what newes with you now Abr. Brave newes Father News of the brave Sir Robert Mar. Pursue me still Good Father give me leave While hee 's come in and gone agen Thra. What