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A34817
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Cutter of Coleman-Street a comedy : the scene London, in the year 1658 / written by Abraham Cowley.
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Cowley, Abraham, 1618-1667.
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Wing C6669; ESTC R21561
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daughter ha' ye sent the pocky Doctor and the plaguy ' Pothecary to a Justice o' Peace to be examin'd Will. Yes Sir your Worship's Steward and the Constable are gone with 'em does your Worship think they did it out o' malice and not by a mistake if I had thought they did I 'd a hang'd 'em presently that you might ha' seen it done before you dy'd Ioll. Huh huh huh I think that Rogue the Doctor did it because I beat him t'other day in our drinking huh huh huh Aur. No Sir O my dear father no Sir you little think who were the Contrivers of your murder e'en my Cousin Luce and her Gallant Oh Lord 't is discover'd by a miraculous providence they 'r both together in her Chamber now and there we overheard 'em as it pleas'd these two Gentlemen heard 'em as well as I Ioll. Can they be such Monsters Oh! I 'm as hot as Lucifer Oh Oh what did you hear e'm say Oh my stomach Cut. Why that they had a Plot Aur. And that the Doctor and ' Pothecary had done it very well VVor. I and your Niece ask'd if he thought the Poison were strong enough Aur. There never was such an Impudence VVill. How murder will out I always thought fellow Ralph your Mistris Lucia was naught with that young smooth-fac'd Varlet do you remember Ralph what I told you in the Butteries once Aur. Here she comes O Impudence Enter Lucia Ioll. Oh! Oh! Oh! go all aside a little and let me speak with her alone Come hither Niece Oh! Oh you see by what accident 'thas pleas'd huh huh huh to take away your loving Uncle Niece huh Luc. I see 't Sir with that grief which your misfortune and mine in the loss of you does require Cut. There 's a devil for you but Captain Joll. and Luc talk together did you hear her speak o' poison and whether it were strong enough VVor. No but I love to strike home when I do a business I 'm for through-stich I 'm through pac'd what a pox should a man stand mincing Luc. I hope Sir and have faith that you 'l recover But Sir because the danger 's too apparent And who alas knows how ` Heaven may dispose of you before it grow too late after your blessing I humbly beg one Boon upon my knees Ioll. What is 't rise up Niece Oh I can deny you nothing at this time sure Luc. It is I wo' not rise Sir till you grant it That since the love 'twixt Truman and my self Has been so sixt and like our fortunes equal Ye would be pleas'd to sign before your death The confirmation of that Love our Contract And when your Soul shall meet above my fathers As soon as he has bid you welcome thither He 'l thank you for this goodness to his daughter I do conjure you Sir by his memory By all your hopes of happiness hereafter In a better world and all your dearest wishes of happiness for those whom ye love most and leave behind you here Ioll. You ha' deserv'd so well o' me Niece that 't is impossible to deny you any thing where 's gentle Mr. Truman Luc. In the next room Sir waiting on your will As on the Sentence of his life and death too Ioll. Oh I 'm very sick pray bring him in Luc. A thousand Angels guard your life Sir Or if you die carry you up to heaven Exit Wor. Was there ever such a young dissembling Witch Cut. Here 's Woman in perfection The Devil 's in their tails and in their tongues Their possest both ways Ioll. Will Ralph is Ieremy there too be ready when I speak to you Enter Truman Lucia veil'd Trum. Our prayers are heard 't is as we wish'd dear Lucia Oh this blest hour Ioll. Take him and carry him up to the Green Chamber Oh my belly lock him in sure there till you see what becomes of me if I do die he and his Mistris shall have but an ill Match of it at Tyburn Oh my Guts lock up Luce too in her Chamber Trum. What do ye mean Gentlemen are ye mad Will. We mean to lock you up safe Sir for a great Jewel as you are Luc. Pray hear me all Ioll. Away with ' em Exit all the Servants with Truman and Lucia several ways Aur. How do you Sir I hope you may o're-come it your Natures strong Sir Ioll. No 't is impossible and yet I find a little ease but 't is but a flash Aurelia Oh there it wrings me again fetch me the Cordial-glass in the Cabinet window and the little Prayer-book I would fain repent but it comes so hardly I am very unfit to die if it would please Heaven so set down the Glass there give me Aur. The Prayer-book Sir 's all mouldy I must wipe it first Ioll. Lay it down too so it begins t' asswage a little there lay down the Book 't will but trouble my Brains now I 'm a dying Enter Will. Will. Here 's the Widow Sir without and Mrs. Tabitha her daughter they have heard o' your misfortune and ha' brought Mr. Knock-down to comfort you Ioll. How everlasting Knock-down will they trouble a Man thus when he 's a dying Sirrah Blockhead let in Ioseph Knock-down and I 'l send thee to Heaven afore me I have but an hour or two to live perhaps and that 's not enough for him I 'm sure to preach in Will. Shall Mrs. Barebottle come in Sir Ioll. That 's a She Knock-down too well let her come in huh huh huh I must bear all things patiently now but Sirrah Rogue take heed o' Ioseph Knock-down thou shalt not live with ears if Ioseph Knock-down enter Enter Widow Tabitha VVid. How de' you Neighbour Colonel how is 't take comfort Ioll. Cut off in the flower o' my age Widow VVid. Why Man's life is but a Flower Mr. Iolly and the Flower withers and Man withers as Mr. Knock-down observed last Sabbath-day at Evening Exercise But Neighbour you 'r past the Flower you 'r grown old as well as I Ioll. I' the very flower that damn'd Quack-salver Tabith. Me-thoughts he was the ugliest fellow Mother And they say he 's a Papish too forsooth Wid. I never liked a Doctor with a Red Nose my Husband was wont to say how do you Mrs. Aurelia comfort your self we must all die sooner or later to day here to morrow gone Ioll. Oh the torture of such a tongue would I were dead already and this my Funeral Sermon Wid. Alas poor man his tongue I warrant yee is hot as passes you have a better memory than I Tabitha tell him what Mr. Knock-down said was a Saints duty in tormenting sicknesses now Poison 's a great tormentor Ioll. Oh! Oh! this additional Poison will certainly make an end of me Wid. Why seek for spiritual Incomes Mr. Colonel I 'l tell you what my Husband Barebottle was wont to observe and he was a Colonel too he never sought for Incomes but he had some