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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A19883	The vvitts A comedie, presented at the private house in Blacke Fryers, by his Majesties servants. The author VVilliam D'avenant, servant to Her Majestie.	D'Avenant, William, Sir, 1606-1668.	1636 (1636)	STC 6309; ESTC S109311	48,487	78

say is a wise solemne wary Creature Though she hath liv'd to 'th cunning of dispatch Clos'd up nine Husbands eies and have the wealth Of all their Testaments in one Month Sir I will waste her to her first Wedding-smock Her single Ring Bodkin and Velvet-Muffe Yo: Pallat. Your Rents expos'd at home for Pious uses Must expiate your behaviour here Tell mee Is that the subtle plot you have on Heaven Thwack The worm of your worships conscience would appear As big as a Conger but a good eye May chance to find it slender as a Grigge Yo: Pallat. Amazement knowes no ease but in demands Pray tell mee Gentlemen to all this vaste Disignment which so strikes my Eare deduct You nought from your revenue nought that may Like Fuell feed the flame of your expense Eld. Pall. Brother not so much as will find a Iew Bacon to his Egges These gay tempting Weeds These Easterne stones of cunning foile bespoke Gainst our arrivall here together with A certaine stock of Crownes in eithers purse Is all the charge that from our proper owne Begins or furthers the magnifique plot And of these Crownes not one must be usurp'd By you Thwack No reliefe but Wit and good Counsell Eld. Pallat. The stock my Father left you if your care Had purpos'd so discreet a course might well Have set you up i' th Trade but we spend light Our Coach is yet unwheel'd Sir Morglay come Le ts sute those Friesland horse with our owne straine Yo: Pallat. Why Gentlemen will the disigne keepe horses Thwack May be Sir they shall live by their Wits too Yo: Pall. Their Masters are bad Tutors else well how You 'l worke the Ladies and weake Gentry here By your fine gilded Pills a Faith that is Not old may guesse without distrust But Sirs The Citty take 't on my experiment Will not be gull'd Thwack Not gull'd they dare not be So impudent I say they shall be gull'd And trust and breake and pawne their Charter too Yo: Pallat. Is it lawfull Brother for me to laugh That have no money Eld. Pallat. Yes Sir at your selfe Yo: Pallat. Two that have tasted Natures kindnesse Arts And men have shin'd in moving Camps have seene Courts in their solemne businesse and vaine pride Convers'd so long i' th towne here that you know Each Signe and Pibble in the streets for you After a long retirement to lease forth Your wealthy pleasant Lands to feed Iohn Crump The Cripple Widow Needy and Abraham Sloath the Beads-man of More-dale Then forsooth Perswade your selves to live here by your Wits Thwack Where wee nere cheated in our Youth we resolve To couzen in our Age Eld. Pallat. Brother I came To be your wise example in the Arts That lead to thriving glory and supreame life Not through the humble wayes wherein dull Lords Of Lands and Sheepe doe walke Men that depend On the fantastick winds on fleeting Clowds On seasons more uncertaine than themselves When they would hope or feare But you are warme In anothers silke and make your tame ease Virtue call it content and quietnesse Thwack Write Letters to your Brother do and be Forsworne in every long Parenthesis For twenty pound sent you in Butchers silver Eld. Pall. Rebukes are precious cast them not away Yo: Pall. Neither of these Philosophers were borne To above five Senses why then should they Have hope to doe things greater and more new I' th world than I This Devill Plenty thrusts Strange boldnesse upon Men well you may laugh With so much violence till it consume Your breath Though sullein want the Enemy Of Wit have sunke her low if pregnant Wine Can raise her up this day she shall be mine Exit ACT. 2. SCEN. 1. Enter the Lady Ample Engine Ginet Ampl. My Guardian hors'd this evening say'st thou Engine Engin. It 's an houre Madam since hee smelt the Towne Ampl. Saw'st thou his slender empty leg in th' Stirrop His Iv'ry Box on his smooth Ebon staffe New civitted and tyed to 's gouty wrist With his warp'd face close button'd in his Hood That Men may take him for a Monke disguis'd And fled post from a Pursevant Engin. Madam beware I pray lest th' Age and cunning Hee is Master of prepare you a Revenge And such as your fine wit shall nere intreat Your patience to disgest To morrow night Th' extreamest Minute of your Wardship is Expir'd and wee Magicians of the house Believe this hasty Iourney hee hath tane Is to provide a Husband for your sheets Ampl. And such a one as judgement and nine Eies Must needs dislike that 's composition may Grow up to his owne thrifty wish Eng. Madam Your Arrow was well aym'd I call him Master But I am Servant unto Truth and You Ampl. He chuse a Husband fit to guide and sway My Beauties wealthy Dowry and my heart I le make Election to delight my selfe What composition strictest Lawes will give His Guardianship may take from the rich Banke My Father left and not devour my Land Ginet Your Ladyship has liv'd six yeares beneath His roofe therefore may guesse the colour Of his heart and what his braines doe weigh But Engine Madam is your humble Creature Ampl. I have bounty Engine And thou shalt largely taste it when the next Faire Sun is set for then my Wardship ends Knocking within That speaks command or hast open the doore Enter Lucy Lucy weeping my wench melting thine Eies As they had trespass'd against light and thou Wouldst give them darknesse for a punishment Lucy Vndone Madam without all hope but what Your pitty will vouchsafe to minister Ampl. Hast thou been struck by infamy or com'st A Mourner from the Funerall of Love Lucy I am the Mourner and the Mourn'd dead to My selfe but left not rich enough to buy a Grave My cruell Aunt hath banish'd me her Roofe Expos'd me to the night the winds and what The raging Elements on wandrers lay Left naked as first Infancie or Truth Ginet I could nere indure that old moist ey'd Lady Me thought she pray'd too oft Amp. A meere receipt To make her long winded which our devout Phisitians now prescribe to defer death But Lucy can she urge no cause for this Strange wrath that you would willingly conceale Lucy Suspitions of my Chastity which heaven Must needs resist as false though she accus'd Mee even in dreame where thoughts commit by chance Not Apetite Amp. What ground had her suspect Lucy Young Pallatine that woo'd my heart untill Hee gather'd Fondnesse where hee planted Love Was falne into such want as eager blood And Youth could not endure and keepe the Lawes Inviolate I to prevent my feare Sold all my Iewels and my trifling wealth Bestow'd them on him and she thinks a more Vnholy consequence attends the guift Ampl. This Luce is such Apostacie in Wit As Nature must degrade her selfe in woman to Forgive shall Love put thee to charge couldst thou Permit thy Lover to become thy Pensioner Engin. Her