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A50796	The Spanish gipsie as it was acted (with great applause) at the Privat House in Drury-Lane, and Salisbury Court / written by Thomas Midleton, and William Rowley, Gent.	Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.; Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?	1653 (1653)	Wing M1986; ESTC R5637	38,482	72

us forth but one span We do tho not the best the best we can Exit Fer. A good honest Gipsie Enter Alvarez and Soto Al. Slave where 's my Son Lorenzo Soto I have sought him my Lord in all foure Elements in Earth my Shooes are full of Gravell in Water I drop at Nose with sweating In Aire wheresoever I heard noyse of Fidlers or the wide mouthes of Gallon-pots roaring and in Fire what Chimney soever I saw smoaking with good cheere for my Masters Dinner as I was in hope Al. Not yet come home before on this old Tree Shall grow a branch so blasted I 'le hew it off And bury it at my foote didst thou enquire At my Brothers Soto At your Sisters Al. At my Wives Fathers Soto At your Uncles Mothers no such sheepe has broke through their hedge no such Calfe as your Sonne sucks or bleates in their ground Al. I am unblest to have but one Sonne onely One staffe to beare my age up one Taper left To light me to my Grave and that burnes dimly That leaves me darkling hid in clouds of woe He that should prop me is mine overthrow Fer. Well done old fellow is 't not Omnes Yes yes my Lord Enter Sancho Soto Here comes his man Hialdo Al. Where 's the prodigall your Master sirrah San. Eating Acorns amongst Swine draffe amongst Hoggs and gnawing bones amongst Doggs has lost all his Money at Dice his Wits with his Money and his honesty with both for hee bumfiddles me makes the Drawers curvet pitches the Plate over the Bar scores up the Vintners Name in the Ram-head flirts his Wife under the Nose and bids you with a Pox send him more Money Al. Art thou one of his Currs to bite me too To nayle thee to the Earth were to doe Justice Enter Roderigo San. Here comes Bucephalus my prauncing Master nayle me now who dares Ro. I sit like an Owle in the Ivie bush of a Taverne Hialdo I have drawne red Wine from the Vintners owne Hogshead San. Here 's two more pierce them too Ro. Old Don whom I call Father am I thy Sonne if I be flesh mee with Gold fat mee with Silver had I Spaine in this hand and Portugall in this puffe it should flie where 's the Money I sent for I 'le tickle you for a Rake-hell San. Not a Marvedi Al. Thou shalt have none of me Soto Hold his Nose to the Grinstone my Lord Ro. I shall have none Al. Charge mee a case of Pistolls What I have built I 'le ruine shall I suffer A Slave to set his Foote upon my heart A Sonne a barbarous Villaine or if Heaven save thee Now from my Justice yet my curse pursues thee Ro. Hialdo carbonado thou the old Rogue my Father San. Whil'st you slice into Collups the rusty Gamon his man there Ro. No Money Can Tavernes stand without anon anon Fidlers live without scraping Taffaty Girles looke plumpe without pampering if you will not Lard mee with Money give mee a Ship furnish me to Sea Al. To have thee hang'd for Piracy San. Trim tram hang Master hand Man Ro. Then send mee to the West-Indies buy mee some Office there A. To have thy throate cut for thy quarrelling Ro. Else send me and my ningle Hialdo to the Warrs San. A match wee 'l fight Dogge fight Beare Enter Antonio An. Oh deare Hernando welcome clap Wings to your heeles And pray my worthy friends bestow upon me Their present Visitation Ant. Lorenzo see the anger of a Father Altho it be as low'd and quick as thunder Yet 't is done instantly cast off thy wildnesse Be mine be mine for I to call thee home Have with my honor'd friend here Don Hernando Provided thee a Wife Ro. A Wife Is shee hansome is shee rich Is shee faire Is shee wity Is shee honest Hang honesty Has shee a sweete Face Cherry-Cheeke Strawberry-lip white-skin dainty Eye pretty Foote delicate Legs as there 's a Girle now Ant. It is a Creature both for Birth and fortunes And for most excellent graces of the minde Few like her are in Spaine Ro. When shall I see her now Father pray take your curse off Al. I doe the Lady Lives from Mardrill very neere fourteene Leagues But thou shalt see her Picture Ro. That that most Ladies in these dayes are but very fine Pictures Enter Claro Don John Engenia Pretiosa Christiana Sancho and Soto Al. Ladies to you first welcome my Lords Alonzo And you worthy Marquesse thanks for these honours Away you to th' cause now of this meeting my Sonne Lorenzo Whose wildnesse you all know comes now to th' Lure Sits gently has call'd home his wandering thoughts And now will Marry Pre. A good Wife Fate send him Eu. One stayd may settle him Ro. Flie to the marke sir shew me the Wench or her Face or any thing I may know 't is a woman fit for me Al. Shee is not here her selfe but here 's her Picture A Picture Fer. My Lord De Carcamo pray observe this Fra. I doe attentively Don Pedro marke it Enter Soto Soto If you ha done your part yonder 's a Wench wud ha a bout with you Exit Jo. Mee Exit Die A Wench Exit Al. Why stand you staring at it how do you like her Ro. Are you in earnest Al. Yes sir in earnest Ro. I am not so hungry after flesh to make the Divell a Cuckold An. Looke not upon the Face but on the goodness That dwells within her Ro. Set fire on the Tenement Al. Shee 's rich nobly discended Ro. Did ever Nobility looke so scurvilie Al. I am sunk in fortunes shee may raise us both Ro. Sink let her to her Granam marry a VVitch have you fetch'd a VVife for mee out of Lapland an old Midwife in a velvet Hat were a goddesse to this that a red Lip Pre. There 's a red Nose Ro. That a yellow haire Eu. Why her teeth may be yellow Ro. Where 's the full Eye Chri. Shee has full blabber Cheekes Al. Set up thy rest her marriest thou or none Ro. None then were all the Water in the World one Sea all Kingdomes one Mountaine I would climbe on all foure up to the top of that Hill and head-long hurle my selfe into that abisse of waves e're I would touch the skin of such rough Haberdine for the breath of her Picture stinkes hither A noyse Within Enter Don John Diego Cardochia Sancho and Soto in a hurry Fer. What tumult 's this San. Soto Murder murder murder one of our Gipsies is in danger of hanging hanging Ped. Who is hurt Die 'T is I my Lord stab'd by this Gipsie Jo. Hee struck me first and I 'le not take a blow From any Spaniard breathing Pe. Are you so brave Fer. Breake up your play lock all the doores Die I faint my Lord Fra. Have him to a Surgeon how fell they out Card. Oh! my good Lord these Gipsies when they lodg'd At my house I had a Jewell from my Pocket Stolne

your servants Pre. Trip softly through the streets till we arrive You know at whose house Father San. Song Trip it Gipsies trip it fine Shew tricks and lofty Capers At threading Needles we repine And leaping over Rapiers Pindy Pandy rascall toyes We scorne cutting Purses Tho we live by making noyse For cheating none can curse us Over High-wayes over low And over Stones and Gravell Tho we trip it on the Toe And thus for Silver travell Tho our Dances waste our backs At night fat Capons mend them Eggs well brew'd in Butterd'-sack Our Wenches say befriend them Oh that all the World were mad Then should we have fine Dancing Hobby horses would be had And brave Girles keepe a prancing Beggers would on Cock-horse ride And Boobies fall a roaring And Cuckolds tho no Hornes be spide Be one another goring Welcome Poet to our Ging Make Rimes wee 'l give thee reason Canary Bees thy braines shall sting Mull-sack did ne're speake Treason Peter-see-me shall wash thy nowle And Malligo Glasses fox thee If Poet thou tosse not bowle for bowle Thou shalt not kisse a Doxie Exit Enter Fernando Francisco de Carcomo Don Iohn Pedro Maria Lewys and Diego Fer. Lewys de Castro since you circled are In such a golden Ring of worthy friends Pray let me question you about that business You and I last conferd on Lew. My Lord I wish it Fer. Then Gentlemen tho you all know this man Yet now looke on him well and you shall finde Such mines of Spanish honor in his bosome As but in few are treasur'd Lew. Oh my good Lord Fer. Hee 's Son to that de Castro o're whose Tombe Fame stands writing a booke which will take up The age of time to fill it with the stories Of his great acts and that his honor'd Father Fell in the quarrell of those Families His own and Don Alvarez de Castilla Fra. The volume of those Families is too large And too wide Printed in our memory Lew. Would it had ne're come forth Omnes So wish we all Fer. But heer 's a Son as matchlesse as the Father For hee mindes bravery he lets blood his Spleene Teares out the Leafe in which the Picture stands Of slaine de Castro casts a Hill of Sand On all revenge and stifles it Omnes 'T is done nobly Fer. For I by him am courted to sollicite The King for the repeale of poore Alvarez Who lives a banish'd man some say in Naples Pe. Some say in Arragon Lew. No matter where That Paper foulds in it my hand and heart Petitioning the royalty of Spaine To free the good old man and call him home But what hope hath your Lordship that these beames Of grace shall shine upon me Fer. The word Royall Omnes And that 's enough Lew. Then since this sluce is drawn up to encrease The streame with pardon of these honord friends Let me set ope another and that 's this That you my Lord Don Pedro and this Lady Your noble Wife would in this faire assembly If still you hold me Tenant to your favor Repeale the promise you so oft have made me Touching the beautious Clara for my Wife Pe. What I possesse in her before these Lords I freely once more give you Al. And what 's mine To you as right heire to it I resigne Omnes What would you more Lew. What would I more the tree bowes down his head Gently to have me touch it but when I offer To pluck the fruite the top branch growes so high To mock my reaching hand up it does flie I have the Mothers smile the Daughters frown Omnes Oh you must wooe hard Fer. Wooe her well shee 's thine own Jo. That Law holds not 'mongst Gipsies I shoot hard And am wide off from the Marke Florish Enter Soto with a Cornet in his hand Fer. Is this my Lord your Musick Fra. None of mine Soto A crew of Gipsies with desire To shew their sports are at your Gates afire Fra. How how my Gates afire Knave Jo. Art panting I am a fire I 'me sure Fer. What are the things they doe Soto They Friske they Caper Dance and Sing Tell fortunes too which is a very fine thing They tumble how not up and down As Tumblers doe but from Towne to Towne Anticks they have and Gipsie-masking And toyes which you may have for asking They come to devoure nor Wine nor good Cheere But to earne money if any be here But being ask'd as I suppose Your answer will be in your tother hose For there 's not a Gipsie amongst 'em that begs But gets his living by his Tongue and Legs If therefore you please Dons they shall come in Now I have ended let them begin Omnes I I by any means Fra. But fellow bring you Musick along with you too Soto Yes my Lord both lowd Musick and still Musick the loud is that which you have heard and the still is that which no man can heare Exit Fer. A fine Knave Fra. There is report of a faire Gipsie A pretty little toy whom all our Gallants In Madrill flock to looke on this shee trow Yes sure 't is shee I should be sorry else Enter Alvarez Eugenia Pretiosa Roderigo Sancho Soto and all the Gipsies Song 1. Come follow your Leader follow Our Convoy be Mars and Apollo The Van comes brave up here Ans. As hotly comes the Reare Omn. Our Knackers are the Fifes and Drums Sa sa the Gipsies Army comes 2. Horsemen we need not feare There 's none but footemen here The Horse sure charge without Or if they wheele about Omn. Our Knackers are the shot that flie Pit a pat ratling in the Sky 3. If once the great Ordnance play That 's laughing yet runne not away But stand the push of Pike Scorne can but basely strike Omn. Then let our Armies joyne and sing And pit a pat make our Knackers ring 4. Arme Arme what Bands are those They cannot be sure our foes Wee le not draw up our force Nor muster any Horse Omn. For since they pleas'd to view our sight Let 's this way this way give delight 5. A Councell of War le ts call Looke either to stand or fall If our weake Army stands Thanke all these noble hands Whose gates of Love being open throwne We enter and then the Town 's our owne Fer. A very dainty thing Fra. A handsome Creature Ro. Looke what a pretty pit there 's in her chin Jo. Pit 't is a Grave to bury Lovers in Ro. My Fathers disguise guard me San. Soto there 's de Cortez my guardian but he smells not us Soto Peace brother Gipsie wud any one here know his fortune Omnes Good fortunes all of us Pe. 'T is I sir needs a good one come sir what 's mine Ma. Mine and my husbands fortunes keepe together Who is 't tels mine San. I I hold up Madam feare not your pocket for I ha but two Hands You are sad or mad or glad For a couple of Cockes

by this Villaine Joh. 'T is most false my Lords Her own hands gave it mee Pre. Shee that calls him Villaine Or sayes he stole Fer. Hoyday we heare your scoulding Card. And the hurt Gentleman finding it in his bosome For that hee stab'd him Fer. Hence with all the Gipsies Ped. Ruffians and Theeves to prison with 'em all Al. My Lord wee 'l leave engagements in Plate and Money For all our safe forth-commings punish not all For one's offence wee 'l prove our selves no Theeves San. Oh Soto I make Buttons Soto Would I could make some and leave this Trade Fer. Iron him then let the rest goe free but stir not one foote Out of Madrill bring you in your witnesse Soto Prick him with a Pinne or pinch him by the Elbow any thing San. My Lord Don Pedro I am your Ward wee have spent a little Money to get a horrible deale of Wit and now I am weary of it Pe. My runne-awayes turn'd Juglers Fortune-Tellers Soto No great Fortunes Fer. To Prison with 'em both a Genleman play the Asse San. If all Gentlemen that play the Asse should to Prison you must widen your Jayles Come Soto I scorne to beg set thy foot to mine and kick at shackles Fer. So so away with 'em Soto Send all our Company after and wee 'l play there and be as merry as you here Exit Fer. Our Comedy turn'd Tragicall please you Lords walke This Actor here and I must change a word And I come to you Omnes Well my Lord your pleasure Exeunt Fer. Why couldst thou thinke in any base disguise To blinde my sight Fathers have Eagles Eyes But pray sir why was this done why when I thought you Fast lock'd in Salamanca at your Study Leap'd you into a Gipsie Ro. Sir with your pardon I shall at fit time to you shew cause for all Fer. Meane time sir you have got a Trade to live by Best to turne Player an excellent Ruffian ha But know sir when I had found you out I gave you This project of set purpose 't is all my selfe What the old Gipsie spake must be my Language Nothing are left me but my Offices And thin-fac'd honours and this very Creature By you so scorn'd must raise me by your Marrying her Ro. You would not build your glory on my ruines Fer. The Rascall has bely'd the Lady Shee is not halfe so bad all 's one shee 's rich Ro. Oh! will you see the joyes of my full youth To Dunghill muck seeke out some wretches Daughter Whose soule is lost for gold then you are more noble Then t' have your Son the top branch of your house Grow in a heape of rubbish I must marry a thing I shall be asham'd to owne asham'd to bring her Before a Sun-beame Fer. I cannot helpe it sir resolve upon 't and doo 't Ro. And doo 't and die Is there no face in Spaine for you to pick out But one to fright mee when you sat the Play here There was a beauty to be Lord of which I would against an Army throw defiance Fer. Shee Alas Ro. How how at every haire of her's There hangs a very Angel this I am ready To drop down looking at it Sir I beseech you Bury mee in this Earth on which I am humbled To beg your blessing on mee for a Gipsie Rather then oh I know not what to terme it Pray what is that young pensive piece of beauty Your voyce for her I ey'd her all the scene Fer. I saw you did Ro. Me thought 't was a sweete Creature Fer. Well tho my present state stands now on Ice I 'le let it crack and fall rather then bar thee Of thy content this Lady shall goe by then Ro. Hang let her there or any where Fer. That young Lannard Whom you have such a minde to if you can whistle her To come to Fist make tryall play the young Falconer I will nor mar your marriage nor yet make Beauty no wealth wealth uglinesse which you wil take Ro. I thanke you sir put on your Mask good Madam The Sun will spoyle your Face else Exit ACTUS QUINTUS Enter Fernando Francisco Pedro Roderigo Clara Maria as from Church ever the Stage Fer. stayes Roderigo Fer. THou hast now the Wife of thy desires Ro. Sir I have And in her every blessing that makes Life Loath to be parted with Fer. Noble shee is And faire has to enrich her Blood and Beauty Plenty of Wit Discourse Behaviour Carriage Ro. I ow you duty for a double birth Being in this happinesse begot againe Without which I had been a man of wretchednesse Fer. Then henceforth Boy learne to obey thy fate 'T is falne upon thee know it and embrace it Thy Wife 's a wanton Ro. A wanton Fer. Examine through the progresse of thy youth What capitall sins what great one 't is for 't is A great one th' ast committed Ro. I a great one Fer. Else Heaven is not so wrathfull to poure on thee A misery so full of bitternesse I am thy Father thinke on 't and be just Come doe not dally Ro. Pray my Lord Fer. Foole 't were Impossible that Justice should raine downe In such a frightfull horror without cause Sir I will know it rather blush thou didst An act thou darst not name then that it has A name to be knowne by Ro. Turne from mee then And as my guilt sighes out this monster Rape Oh! doe not lend an Eare Fer. Rape fearefull Ro. Hence hence springs my due reward Fer. Th' art none of mine Or if thou beest thou dost bely the stampe Of thy Nativity Ro. Forgive me Fer. Had shee Poore wronged Soule who e're shee was no Friend Nor Father to revenge had shee no Tongue To rore her injuries Ro. Alas I know her not Fer. Peace thou wilt blaze a sin beyond all president Young man thou shouldst have married her the Devill Of lust that riots in thy Eye should there Have let full love and pity not on this stranger Whom thou hast doted on Ro. Oh! had I married her I had been then the happiest man alive Enter Clara Maria and Pedro from behinde the Arras Cla. As I the happiest Woman being married Looke on me sir Ped. You shall not finde a change So full of feares as your most noble Father In his wise Triall urg'd Ma. Indeed you shall not The forfeit of her shame shall be her pawne Ro. Why pray d' ee mock my sorrowes now oh now My horrors flew about me Fer. No thy comforts Thy blessings Roderigo Cla. By this Crucifix You may remember me Ro. Ha! art thou that Lady wrong'd Cla. I was but now am Righted in noble satisfaction Ro. How can I turne mine Eyes and not behold On every side my shame Fer. No more hereafter Wee shall have time to talke at large of all Love her that 's now thine own doe Roderigo Shee 's farre from what I charactred Cla. My care shall live about me to deserve your love