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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20088	A tragi-comedy: called, Match mee in London As it hath beene often presented; first, at the Bull in St. Iohns-street; and lately, at the Priuate-House in Drury-Lane, called the Phœnix Written by Tho: Dekker.; Match mee in London	Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.	1631 (1631)	STC 6529; ESTC S105283	40,509	82

Qu. Or to shake the leaues Tor. By Heauen not any Qu. Or once to taste the fruit Tho throwne into thy lap if from a Harlot Prayers euer came pray for thou dy'st Torm. Then kill me Qu. How did my Husband win thee Torm. By meere force a Bawd betray'd me to him Qu. Worse and worse Torm. If euer I haue wrong'd your royall bed In act in thought nayle me for euer fast To scape this Tyger of the Kings fierce lust I will doe any thing I will speake treason Or Drinke a Cup of poyson which may blast My inticing face and make it leprous foule Ruine you all this so you keepe vp my Soule That 's all the wealth I care for Qu. I haue now no hart left to kill thee rise thou and I Will like two quarrelling Gallants faster tye A knot of Loue we both i' th Field being wounded Since we must needs be sharers vse me kindly And play not the right Citizen to vndoe Your partner who 'i th stocke has more than you A noyse within Enter the King King Must you be closetted Qu. Yes King What are you doing Qu. Not getting Children King Naked kniues for what Speake s'death speake you Tor. They both fell from her side King You lie away Qu. Must you be closetted King Yes Qu. When hart break'st thou thou dost too much swell This Aspish biting is incurable Exit King Be true to me I charge you did the Queene Offer no violence to you Tor. None at all King Why were these drawne Tor. I know not King Know not what 's heere Why is this rose deni'd with a pearled teare When the sunneshines so warme you know not that too The lambe has am'd the Lyon the vulture tyers Vpon the Eagles hart these subtill wyers Chanie Ioue these balls from whose flames Cupid drew His wild fire burnes heere this you know not too I loue you that you know not neither y' are coy And proud and faire you know this Tor. I beseech you Let me shake off the golden fetters you tye About my body you inioy a body Without a soule for I am now not heere King Where then Tor. At home in my poore husbands armes This is your Court that mine King Your husbands armes Thou art his whore he plai'd the theefe and rob'd Another of thee and to spoyle the spoyler Is Kingly iustice 't is a lawfull prize That 's ta'ne from Pirates there 's are fellow wiues Tor. Which of your subiects which abroad adore Your state your greatnesse presence and your throne Of sunne beames thinke you now are with a wanton Or working a chast wife to become one King I worke thee not to be so for when time Shall iog his glasse and make those sands lye low Which now are at the top thy selfe shalt grow In selfe same place my Queene does Tor. What tree euer stood Long and deepe rooted that was set in blood I will not be your whore to weare your Crowne Nor call any King my Husband but mine owne King No! Tor. No 't were shame 'mongst all our City Dames If one could not scape free their blasted fames King The sound of Bels and Timbrels make you mad As it does a Tyger the softer that I stroke you The worse you bite your father and your Husband Are at my sending come to Court I le lay Honours on both their backs here they shall stay Because I le keepe you here if you doe frowne The engine which reares vp shall plucke all downe I le fetch 'em to you my selfe Exit Tor. Oh who can stifling scape in baser throngs When Princes Courts threaten the selfe-same wrongs Exit Finis Actus tertij ACTVS IIII Flourish Enter King Maleuento Cordolente Iago Alphonso Gazetto and Tormiella King Y 'aue the best welcome which the Court can yeeld For the King giues it you Mal. Your Grace is gracious King Is this your Father Mal. My proper flesh and bloud Sir King And that your Husband Cor. Not I sir I married an honest wench that went in a cap no whim whams I did but shuffle the first dealing you cut last and dealt last by the same token you turn'd vp a Court Card King Is the man iealous Cor. No but a little troubled with the yellow Iaundize and you know if it get to the Crowne of the head a man 's gon King We send not for you hither to be brau'd Sirrah cast your darts elsewhere Cor. Amongst the wild Irish Sir hereafter King 'T is our Queenes pleasure that your wife be call'd Her woman and because she will not loose her She hath importun'd vs to raise you both Your name sir Mal. Mine Andrada Maleuento King Andrada Maleuento we make you Vice-Admirall of our Nauy Cor. Oh spitefull Comedy he 's not a Courtier of halfe an houres standing and he 's made a Vice already King We make thy Husband Cor. A Cuckold doe you not Mal. Sonne you forget your selfe Cor. Meddle with your owne office there 's one will looke that none meddles with mine Mal. Is not a change good Cor. Yes of a louzie shirt King Take hence that fellow he 's mad Cor. I am indeed horne-mad oh me in the holyest place of the Kingdome haue I caught my vndoing the Church gaue mee my bane Tor. What the Church gaue thee thou hast still Cor. Halfe parts I thought one had tane thee vp Tor. Take me home with thee I le not stay here Kin. Ha! Tor. Let me not come to Court Mal. The King is vext let me perswade thee Sonne To wincke at small faults Cor. What sir Pandarus Tor. Sends the King you to blush in 's roome Mal. Y' are a baggage King Goe tell the lunatique so Andrada harke Iag. The King sir bids me sing into your eare Sweet notes of place and office which shall fall Cor. Into my mouth I gape for 'em Iag. He bids me aske what will content you Cor. Nothing nothing why Sir the powers aboue cannot please vs and can Kings thinke you when we are brought forth to the world we cry and bawle as if we were vnwilling to bee borne and when we are a dying we are mad at that King Take hence that Wolfe that barkes thus Cor. I am muzzel'd but one word with your Maiestie I am sober sir King So sir Cor. You oft call Parliaments and there enact Lawes good and wholesome such as who so breake Are hung by th' purse or necke but as the weake And smaller flyes i' th Spiders web are tane When great ones teare the web and free remaine So may that morall tale of you be told Which once the Wolfe related in the Fold The Shepheards kill'd a sheepe and eate him there The Wolfe lookt in and seeing them at such cheere Alas quoth he should I touch the least part Of what you teare you would plucke our my hart Great men make Lawes that whosoe're drawes blood Shall dye but if they murder flockes 't is good I le goe eate

Mal. Oh royall Sir my Daughter Tormiella Has lost her vse of reason and runne mad King When Mal. Not halfe an houre since King Mad now now frantique When all my hopes are at their highest pitch T' inioy her beauties talke no more thou ly'st Enter Gazetto Gaz. May it please your Maiestie King Curses consume thee on Strikes Gaz. It is dispatch'd the Queene is lost neuer to be found King Waue vpon Waue Hard hearted Furies when will you dig my Graue You doe not heare him thunder shakes Heauen first Before dull Earth can feele it My deere dearest Queene is dead Val. Ha! Omn. The Queene dead King What said she last Gaz. Commend me to the King And tell him this mine honour is not wrack'd Though his Loue bee King And so her heart-strings crackt Val. Some tricke vpon my life State-coniuring To raise vp Diuels in Prisons and i' th darke If she be dead I le see her King Villanous man Thou see what we haue inioy'd thou impudent foole Away Iago giue this tumbling Whale Empty barrels to play with till this troublous Seas Which he more raging makes good Heauen appease Val. Well I say nothing Birds in Cages mourne At first but at last sing I will take my turne Exit King My Queene dead I shall now haue riming slaues Libell vpon vs giuing her innocent wings But say we murdered her scandall dare strike Kings Then here 's another Moone of Spaine Eclips'd One whom our best lou'd Queene put in her bosome For sweetnesse of pure life integritie And in Court beauties wondrous honesty Shee 's mad too Lupo Tormiella's mad Gaz. Mad Iag. As a March whore Gaz. Mad shall I worke vpon her King Vse thy skill Exit Gazetto Iag. I would to Heauen your highnesse King Ha! the Queene was she not at my elbow Omn. Here was nothing King I must not liue thus Iago if I lye After the kingly fashion without a woman I shall run mad at midnight I will marry The Lunaticke Lady she shall be my Queene Proclaime her so Iag. Your highnesse does but jest King All the world's franticke mad with mad are best Exit Iag. Wretched state of Kings that standing hye Their faults are markes shot at by euery eye Exit Enter Tormiella Malevento Gazetto Gaz. Giue me the key make all fast leaue vs I le skrew her wits to the right place Mal. Apollo blesse thee Exit Tor. Are not you a woollen-Draper Gaz. Yes Tor. Whether is a womans life measured by the Ell or the Yard Gaz. All women by the Yard sure it 's no life else Tor. I 'me now neare seuenteene yeares old if I should dye at these yeares am I not a foole Gaz. Yes marry are you for the Law allowes none to be of discretion till they come to twenty one Tor. Out vpon you you are a Lawyer pray get you hence for you 'l not leaue me clothes to my backe if I keepe you company I 'me mad enough now and you 'l make me starke mad Gaz. I am not what I seeme no Doctor I But by your Husband sent in this disguise To sound your bosome Tor. You bob for Eeles doe you not Gaz. Here has he lockt his mind vp but for mee To put a burning linstocke in a hand That may giue fire and send my Soule in powder I know not pardon me fare you well Lady Tor. Hist doe you heare Gaz. The eyes of mercy guard thee Were 't knowne for what I venter'd thus 't were death I le to your husband Tor. Stay I am not mad Yet I haue cause to raue my wits like Bels Are backward rung onely to fright the Tyrant That whilst his wild lust wanders I may flye To my sweet husbands armes here I haue hid The traines I meane to lay for mine escape Gaz. Excellent he shall second you Tor. Should any watch vs Gaz. All 's fast run mad agen then the King thinks Me some rare fellow you shall leaue the Court Now if you 'l taste my Counsell Torm. I le drinke gall to cure mee of this sicknesse Gaz. Sit then downe here I le bind you fast because it shall appeare That you grow worse and worse then will I tell The King the onely course to leaue you well Is to remoue you home to mine owne Lodging I le bind you Tor. For euer to thee Gaz. Once hence you may flye To th' Straights and then crosse o're to Barbary So th' art a Strumpet Tor. What 's that you speake Gaz. A damn'd one Dost thou not know me I am Gazetto Tor. Mercy Gaz. Who like a ball of wild-fire haue beene tost To make others sport but here I burst and kill A periur'd Strumpet Tor. I am none My Father swore that I should marry thee And then a Tyger and a Lambe had met I ne're was thine nor euer will be Gaz. Sweare thou art not mine That when I see thy heart drunke with hot oathes This Feind may pitch thee reeling into Hell Sweare that thou art not mine Tor. By heauen I am not To proue I sweare right to thee change that weapon See at my Girdle hang my wedding kniues With those dispatch mee Gaz. To th' heart Tor. Ayme right I beseech thee Gaz. I le not kill thee now for spight Because thou begst it Tor. Then good villaine spare me Gaz. Neither heere 's that shall sinke thee to the King Thy iugling and these Letters shall be showne Tor. Vpon thy head be my confusion The King I shall both feed his rage and lust First doome me to any Tortures Gaz. Thou shalt then sweare Vnbinds her Because I know he 'll force the tye a knot The Church must see and sigh at if he marries thee Sweare when he comes to touch thy naked side To bury him in those sheets thou art his Bride Tor. By Heauen that night 's his last my iust hart keepes This vow grauen there Gaz. Till then my vengeance sleepes Where is the King Enter King Iago Alphonso Malevento Gaz. I haue refin'd That Chaos which confounded her faire mind Kin. Moue in thy voice the Spheares whē next thou speakst Tormiella Tor. I am well my fearefull dreame Is vanisht thankes to Heauen and that good man King Thou giu'st me another Crowne oh Vindicados The axletree on which my Kingdome moues Leanes on thy shoulders I am all thine Tormiella Bright Cynthia looke not pale Endimions heere Hymen shall fetch a leape from Heauen t' alight Full in thine armes backe thou blacke ominous night Exeunt Enter Cordolente Cor. Signior Lupo why Don not know me I am the poore Shopkeeper whose ware is taken vp by the King Gaz. You lye Cor. True as Iudges doe with their wiues very seldome I am Cordolente a poore Gudgin diuing thus vnder water to see how Neptune and his Mermaides swim together but dare not come neare him for feare he sets Dogfish to deuoure me Gaz. An excellent maske against the marriage now get a private Coat the King meanes