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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A36966	A common-wealth of women a play : as it is acted at the Theatre Royal, by Their Majesties servants / by Mr. D'Urfey.	D'Urfey, Thomas, 1653-1723.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625. Sea voyage.; Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640. Sea voyage.	1686 (1686)	Wing D2715; ESTC R21998	43,119	66

down The censuring Spark wou'd fain seem Great and Witty Yet Whispers Politicks with Orange Betty She cracks his Philberds whilst he in her Ear Is Fighting o're again the Western War Bragging what numbers his sole Arm has kill'd Tho' the vain Fop perhaps was ne're i' th' Field Thus Worm that snugs in Shell where it was bred Is nothing to the Maggot in his head For Harmless Insect that those Nuts create Is nothing to the Maggot of the Pate Now such a Fop as this wou'd I be at Another to compleat his daily Task Fluster'd with Claret seizes on a Mask Hisses the Play steals off with Punk i' th' dark He Damns ' the Poet but she Claps the Spark I wonder if the Law cou'd doom one dead That now should lop off such a Fellow's Head It cannot be found Murther And to share This dreadful Fate You Critticks all prepare For besides all my Scythians yet unseen We 've yet a Female Common-wealth within Who strongly Arm'd like Furies venture on And if y'approach their Trenches once y' are gone A Common-Wealth OF WOMEN ACT I. SENE I. Covent-Garden Enter Marine at one Door Aminta mask'd at another Mar. MY Love Amint. I hope I am Putting off her Mask Mar. Most certain so punctual and so fair it must be she Amin. Punctual you have reason to own me for if you knew the Difficulty I have undergone to get out to you Mar. I can guess at it and am too sensible of the Villany of that French-firework thy Damn'd Guardian not to know the Difficulty But 'prithee tell me what pretty Stratagem did Love instruct thee with to make me thus happy Amin. After Dinner 't is always his Custom to call for Tea in which I cunningly infus'd a Dram or two of Opium which made its Operation instantly for after sneezing two or three times and according to his usual manner fetching a Rhumatick Cough from the bottom of his Lungs which I always pray heartily may choak him Mar. And so do I too Faith I hope our prayers will be heard one Day Amin. He fell fast asleep and by that means gave me Opportunity to meet an ungrateful Creature here that is more ready to laugh at me for my Weakness than reward me for my Love Mar. What a barbarous thought is that Deny it and make me amends or I swear I will kiss thee into an Extasie Kisses her Amint. Oh! I am fond and foolish All my Actions shew Woman silly Woman and must confess deserve it Mar. Prithee no more of this it wrongs my Love And since we have leasure to talk an Hour make me so happy to hear the remainder of thy Story the story of thy Father and the manner of thy bringing hither to England under the Tuition of that Villain that Cursed Pirate La Mure You have often begun it but we have bin still interrupted Amint. 'T is a sad Tale but I can deny you nothing If you remember then I told you that Don Sebastian was my Father A generous Portuguise of Noble House and Nature and Governour of several large Plantations in the Happy Islands his Industry and Care made him so rich that he might vie with Princes so stor'd he was with Friends and Gifts of Fortune But many years he had not thus continued when Hell contriving how to blast our Joys drove on our Shore a number of French Pyrates of which La Mure was the most Villainous and being Captain of the rest and well stor'd with Ammunition enter'd upon our Fortress ruin'd our Plantations and chas'd the Peaceful Industrious Portugals like Flocks of Sheep upon the barren Mountains Mar. Inhumane Villains Amin. My Father in this distress willing to save his Treasure with the help of my Brother and a Party of Negro Slaves secretly Convey'd his Plate Money and Jewels into a small Vessel and put to Sea with design-to return when they were gone and comfort us with his Fortune and Policy Mar. The Design was prudent whatever the Event was Amin. Oh it was fatal For this Curst La Mure having Intelligence by his Spies of my Fathers escape and not knowing how to pursue him turn'd his rage upon my poor Mother my Sister and my self And having Laden his Ship with the Spoils and Riches of our Island carried us with him and the put to Sea Mar. Where will this end Amin. You shall know instantly And the greatest Barbarity that ever Villain acted For sailing thence a few Leagues and resolving to be revenged on us for the loss of my Father's Treasure he leaves my sighing Mother and a little Sister alone and comfortless upon a wild and barren Island Mar. Damn'd Hellish Dog Amin. And since that hour I never heard of ' em As to my self tho' an Infant it pleas'd his Devil-ship to like my face And therefore brought me with my Nurse who has since told me this Story with him to London where I have liv'd a melancholly and hated Life ever since And now am hourly plagu'd with the intollerable Harangues of his Nauseous Love and Impertinent Follies Oh Marine Mar. Why sighs my dearest Amin. What shall I do Mar. I 'le tell thee and charge thee by thy Love Nay by thy Soul and its divinest Virtue To perform my Injunction Amin. Can I with Honour do it Mar. Yes else I would nor propose it Amin. Speak then nay quickly for I fear he 'll wake e're I get back agen Mar. This coming night When the Tell-tale Clock has told its midnight story And sleep Charms all but Libertines and Lovers Steal from his House and fall into my Arms I have a Ship lies ready in the Port Laden and fit to sail the wind stands fair too In her I 'le place my Love and free her from The hated bondage of her Cursed Jaylor Amin. Oh! I shall ne're endure the Sea agen Mar. Rather endure a Storm in all its frights and dangers than live to be enslav'd to Villany Amin. But if you shou'd forsake me Oh misery And leave me helpless on some blasted Countrey As he once did my Mother Mar. Yet more doubts by all that 's good you wrong me prithee no more of it Come your Promise Amin. I do I must Mar. At twelve Amin. Exactly Mar. Till then farewell Heaven and its Angels guard thee Amin. Oh Love thou mak'st us do we know not what Leads her to the Door Ex Amint. Enter Du Piere his Sword drawn Bold-Sprite after him Bolds Nay prithee Lieutenant get off further Life I am affraid the Fellow is kill'd D. Pier. Kill'd Hang him no Sword can hurt him His Soul and all his Spirits are shrunk so low into his heels 'T is impossible any wound given him should be Mortal A Slave to abuse our noble Admiral By this Hilt if thou hadst not stood in my way I would have cut the Rogue into Stakes and have eaten him up for my Breakfast Marin How now Lieutenant what 's the matter D. Pier. Captain your Humble