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A16927
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The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome.
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Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
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I your Nephew han't she told you and ha' not I told you as much as the matter 's worth and doe yee meane to vlee from the bargaine Stri. What new afflictions hourely find me out Fris. And for your health I hope sir Stri. Sir I le have better testimony then your owne T is true I lost a sister but till you Bring stronger proofe she was your mother sir Your Clowneship must not Vncle me am I we'you sir Kings Crownes have beene pretended to by' impostures And knavery is as rife in Russet Wooll As in the prowdest purple get you gone There I am we'you directly Tom. Is 't come to this now Coult. Your project will not hold Mr. Thomas best zeek your brother Tim hee has a zertification from the parish and the Priest too of all your mothers mind and you could cosen him on 't and come agen and uncle this weese gentleman whether he wooll or no 't would be vine i'vaith Tom. Agreed well sir vor this time I ha no more to zay t'yee since you be so budge but he that made you zave you Exeunt Amb. Stri. Farewell sir I doe beginne to think there 's something in 't Fris. He made me thinke he was your sisters sonne I am sure Stri. I will not think so no he was set on By some of my maligners to abuse me It had beene good to ha laid him by the heeles But let him goe call downe my Neece out of The melancholy mist she 's chambred in Ex. Fris. All makes for her their vexing me restores Her to my love againe and reason good She 's mine owne naturall Neece and though She has lost the husband and the name she sought Yet she appeares a Striker and I will cherish her Come you shal grieve no longer I am friends wi'yee Stand up stand up I say and look up too Off with this mourning veile and dry those teares I have consider'd that right Noble Parents Have pardon'd in their Children as great faults But let it bee your warning not your licence Scene 6. Ent. Annab and kneels An. For your security I am content And would entreat to live in that retirement Which your faire Justice and my foule offence Of late confin'd mee to to weepe and sigh My loathed life away Stri. No more you shall No longer live reclus'd in wilfull darknesse Enjoy your former liberty see and be seene And as you weigh my pardon and my love Let not your blemish dwell upon your face Nor any argument of griefe or shame Be legible there to the most curious eye But let your cheek be chearefull and your brow Crown'd with as great a confidence as may Comply with Virgin Modesty and that Adde to your beauty with full strength of Art Beyond the eye to take a lovers heart An. In all I will obey you Stri. If I make Choise of a husband for you then you 'le take him An. T will but become my duty Stri. A good girle Fris. Sir here 's the Knight come againe that has been here in the time of your sicknesse to have seene you and my Mistris but could not and left a letter for you once hee that looks women through so Stri. Oh Sir Arnold Cautious did you tell him I was o' the mending hand Fris. Yes I told him you were so so Stri. Give me my Gowne and Cap though and set mee charily in my sickly chaire his letter is a treaty of a match betwixt his Nephew and my Neece goe fetch him up Ex. Fris. In Neece and be not seene untill I call you untill you heare me call you doe you heare Ex. Ann. Could I but catch this Cautious coxecombe Knight now I le put faire for 't Act 4. Scene 7. Enter Cautious and Friswood Fris. Here is the Knight sir Stri. Why reach you not a Chaire I hope sir Arnold You 'll pardon the necessity of my rudenesse I cannot rise nor stoope to you uh uh uh Caut. Rather excuse me sir that presse upon you Thus in your weaknesse but you understand My businesse by my letter if you have read it Stri. Yes sir goe forth but be not farre I pray you Ex. Fris. I have heard your Nephew is a wilde yong man Caut. A very bashfull boy I assure you that 's the reason That I am wonne to be a spokes-man for him Stri Oh no dissembling sir you know he is wilde And suffers under your displeasure for 't uh uh uh Caut. A witch could not gesse righter but they say That dying men are Prophets oftentimes Suppose he has beene wild let me assure you He 's now reclaim'd and has my good opinion And is as like in person and behaviour To gaine the maids affection Stri Speake to the purpose pray what 's his estate Caut. I there 's the poynt indeed why sir he has A hundred pound a yeare and is withall A hopefull and a handsome gentleman Stri. Hopefull and handsome uh uh uh Caut. You sir have wealth enough Stri. And she has choise enough Of greater matches could I get her Into a marriage vaine but she 'll not look Upon a man not she but lives retir'd Here in my house and is a carefull Nurse She 's fitter sir to be an old mans Nurse Then any young mans bride uh uh uh uh Caut. Is she so grave in youth I have often sought A sight of her but never could obtaine it Stri. Not without my consent I warrant you Shee 's nearer to a mother than a maid I tell you truth sir and you know deceipt Becomes not dying men uh uh uh For vertue and obedience She 's fitter for your selfe then for your Nephew But to the poynt a hundred pound a yeare You say he has and hopes and handsomnesse Which may acquire with your assurance of So much for joynture Yes a thousand pound In portion with her but sir let me tell you I 'de rather give sixe thousand unto one Of mine owne choise which she will not refuse If I but say this is the man and take him Caut. Will not your Neece be seene I faine would see her Stri. At hand she will not out of my presence sir Nor ever was by man not since the clocke Of her Virginity struck eleven not she Except at doore or window as men passe And so perhaps your Nephew may have seene her Caut. Introth no otherwise and so he told me May not I see her sir Stri. I tell you true Deceit you know becomes not dying men uh uh uh And therefore harke you sir I have a purpose That if she take the man whom I will chuse To make her my sole heire provided that She match before I dye uh uh I cannot last Caut. Pray let me see your Neece Stri. Friswood why Friswood Caut. Is that her name Stri. No sir I call my maid Caut. A maid I took her for an old woman Stri. A maid upon my vertue and I feare That her frigidity has mortifi'd my