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A12130
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The constant maid A comedy. Written by Iames Shirley.
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Shirley, James, 1596-1666.
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1640
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STC 22438; ESTC S117315
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Horn. What will become of me 1. You were best prepare Your cloathes will be here presently the King Will send for you before you be ready Cast Your old skin off Do you not to save sheets And trouble wrap your selves a night i' th blankets Or are they ashamed to show the Linings Horn. Hum if this be but preparative to a whipping What case am I in Enter servants with clothes 1. Well said now they are come Be nimble now and helpe to fit Sr. Gyles Horn. Alas must I weare this doublet it would yield Heaven knowes how much to burne 1 Lo. You may be disparate When 't is on and burne your body with it sir Horn. I sha'not know my selfe 1 Lor. Be that time we ha' done wi' ye Ser. Fit as they were made sir Enter Playfaire Play Which is Sir Gyles Horn. I am the man you please to call Sir Gyles Play Then I congratulate your happy fortune Y' are like to be exalted his Grace talkes Much on you I 'll be proud to be your servant My Lord a word Horn. What Gentleman is that Ser. The Bridegroom Sir in great favour I can tell you And new created by his Highnesse Baron Of Landskip his living is far off Horn. My very good Lord my breeches are almost on Ser. There be the Keyes Horn. His Grace has pleas'd to shine upon A piece of barren earth Play You are too modest The King has been informed Sir Gyles you are One of the ablest men in his Dominion Should vertue still be cloath'd in rags Advance it To honour and regard you waste your braine At home in cheap and low engagements sweat Your soule out for a poore and paltry living Old houses let 'em fall to the dull Lord O' th' Manner switch me up a Towne together Or meddle not This or that straggling Acre 's Not worth your care Study some Monopoly May sweep the Kingdome at a stake Despise A project wo'not bring in halfe the City Finde out a way to forfeit all the Charters Have an Exchequer of your owne and keep The Princes round about in pension These are becomming businesses and speake An active State-man Horn. You do talk strange things My Lord Play His keyes are things verie Materiall to our businesse 1 Lo. And I have 'em Play So so I will account it one of my felicities To be a witnesse of your Honour Sir Horn. Oh my good Lord of Landskip Ser. How shall we dispose these 1 Lo. The Hang-man will not have them and I feare They will corrupt a well 'faith give them stable roome Enter 3 Lord 3 Lo. My Lord the King asks for you Good Sir Gyles Write me i' th' number of your faithfull friends Play We must attend 1 Lo. Do not yet say he 's ready The Barber has a dutie to dispatch He will be houres a rubbing washing powdering Then I 'll attend him to his Presence Play We shall excuse him so long still your servant 1 Lo. The Barber sir attends in the next roome Horn. I wo'not shave 1 Lo. He feares his throat Horn. I never give above three-pence 1 Lo. Talk not you of charge You have but yet your welcome do not you Think good sir Gyles but we can shave you too Exeunt Enter Close Startup in his shirt Star Where is he Close Clo. I told him sir You lay in a chamber o' th t'other side The house whither he is gone with his sword drawne And curses of themselves able to kill you You did affront him once and now his Mistresse Has quite neglected him for your love he thinks He 'll make you an example to all Rivals I 'll bring your clothes hereafter yet your feare And running sir will keep you warme enough Star Honest Close thou hast sav'd my life Clo. Death is he not behind you this way good sir Exeunt Enter Nurse and Mistresse Frances Nur. Ha' you not made a fine choyce I did ever Think he was false your mother did but counterfeit The love-sick widdow all this while to trie him Fran. Trie him Nurse Nur. She told me so her selfe Assuring him the state was hers and you At her devotion put him to his choyce To take her with the wealth or you with nothing What followed you have heard come be wise yet And love the Countrey Gentleman that dotes on you He 's rich and halfe a foole I 'll fetch him to you Fran. My mother counterfeit why may not Hartwell Pretend as well as she fearing her anger And policie if he refus'd her love I have observ'd some sorrow in his gestures As he were willing to deliver something If opportunitie would give him leave He cannot be so false now I suspect He does obey some dire necessitie 'T would puzzle a wise lover to be so Severely put to 't Nurse brings in Hartwell in Startups clothes Nur. On like a bold Captaine Give her a broad side she 's within your shot I 'll leave you Fran. 'T is the foole Why Nurse Hart. Nay fly not before you heare Fran. 'T is Hartwell Hart. If my voyce Betray me not Fran. Why in this shape some trick in 't He hides his face I 'll put him to 't however Although the houre be unseasonable any time We may expresse our joy my Nurse once told me You were not well and gone to bed your health Is welcome as my owne I dare not sir In modestie presume to bid you stay And to requite your paines kind Mr. Startup Hart. She knowes me not Fran. Forgive me if I blush I have no other way but to declare My eyes that late frown'd on your love shall smile Hart. On me Fran. On none but you I have beene too Unkindly dealt withall by Hartwell whom How dearly I affected good Heaven knowes But I have read discretion to my fancie And were he here he should be witnesse of My vowes to you if you accept my heart And can with equall truth embrace it I Will chuse my husband here you only you This faith be registred in Heaven shall challenge from me a wives obedience Hart. Planet-struck Enter Nurse Nur. Away your mother 's up I wo'd not for A thousand pound she find you in this chamber Fran. I have undone my selfe Exit Frances Nur. Sweet Mr. Startup to your owne lodging Take that close lanthorne with you Passion of me what makes her rise Hart. I will discover yet Nur. Discover what Ha Mr. Hartwell Hart. You ha' midnight plots Nur. Oh we are wretched miserable what have I done Hart. Oh who shall lead me to a world where are No women Farewell all I 'll be above Your charms and find out death a cure for love Exit ACT. IV. Enter Startup Close Start Where are we now 't is verie cold why do'st not Lead me to some house Clos. What at this time a night All people are a bed the verie Owles Are in their dead sleep or if we could Be admitted would you venture a this fashion And