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A29635
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The damoiselle, or, The new ordinary a comedy.
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Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
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Wing B4868; ESTC R202038
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my Father gives thee Is come to Towne And should he now surprise thee Here in my Fathers power thy strength might faile thee Be therefore at a sure Guard O Sir Humphrey How are my Sister and my selfe bound to thee That plottest this escape Dispatch good Ally And heare thee rest by th' way Ali. Why Wither What s the matter Wat. Say thou will have that Coxcomb I le but kill thee And leave the here And all my care is over Ali. I le sooner dye then have him Wat. Why do you not shun him then O sweet Sir Humphrey Is thy care slighted thus in my delivery In my disguise In sending out my Father On Tom-fooles Errant While a Coach is sent To the back-doore here All to save my Sister My thanklesse Sister here from worse then Rape Ali. Why whither would you have me Wat. But hard-by But till the Wilde-fire of my Fathers Passion Shall be run out Slid J had eene forgot Beare money with us Sister pretty store Who knowes occasions Let him keep in pawne My rich Portmantue for 't 't Ali. There 's some good stuff in 't 't Wat. More then hee ll thank me for Wee 'll talke i' th' Coach In in and furnish so through the Garden And whirre we are gone If we should be prevented By this good steele if J but heare one knock I le make sure work o thee J can but trusse for t There 's a faire end on 's both And what will he Do with his money then Look how thou standst Jf you respect your Father or the Dog-Master To be your Husband better then me then take You your owne course Mine shall be known next Sessions Ali. Better then you don't you respect your Father Better then me Wat. No if J do let me be hang'd for nothing And that would anger any man I think Slid thou and J had one Mother which We both take after so had not he and we And he takes after no body that J know He loves a stranger better then 's owne Childe And that mans money better then that man The Devill 'bove all J think Thou dost not know What Coales we stand on Ali. Who shall look toth ' house Wat. Wilt loose thy selfe with keeping that Is that All now Away away Ali. Y' are a precious Brother Exeunt ACT. I. Scene II. Bumpsey Dryground Valentine Magdalen Jane Bum. ALL this needs not Sir Humphrey Dry. Do but heare patiently and do your pleasure J go not about to stop your course Mr. Bumpsey Bum. Nor J yours Sir Humphrey Nor your Sonnes here Nor his Wifes there Onely this Gentlewoman in mine owne right J may be bold withall while you depart my house if you may be intreated so Is not this right Is not this plain Mag. Yet heare his Worship speak good Bump Bum. Good Whirly what can his Worship speak Or your wisdome twatle for him in this Cause that J do not understand already Has not his sonne wedded our Daughter How directly or indirectly who meddles with his match Nay more has he not bedded her How directly or indirectly who meddles with that either Let him have and hold possesse Hmh. and enjoy do his worst and make his best of her though she be an Heire J will not sue him out of her No J protest were it Ante Copulam as it is post J would not crosse 'em Is not this right and plaine enough Dry. But good Mr. Bumpsey Brother Bumpsey I would call you Bum. Keep your Brothers and your Goods to your selfe Sir I have no need of 'em You are a Knight and a man of Worship Val. He will speake all himselfe Bum. J am a plaine Fellow and out of debt Mag. J let him run on Bum. J sought none of your Allyance J Val. Has he the speed to run beyond himselfe Ja. Yes and bring himselfe about J warrant you Bum. Nor to be joyned with houses of great sound Whose noise growes from their hollow emptinesse J could have matcht my Daughter here that was But now a Barronettesse in Reversion To a substantiall Heire of two faire Lordships Dry. Perhaps no Gentleman Bum. Yet honourable Land-Lordship's reall honour Though in a Trades-man Son when your faire Titles Are but the shadowes of your Ancestry And you walk in 'em when your Land is gone Like the pale Ghosts of dead Nobilitie Ha! I st not so Is not this right and plaine Dry. Yes like the priviledge you use in your owne house here Bum. Nay I come up to you now Sir Humfry Dryground Up in a point of Chivalry You are a Knight A Baronet to boot Your son is like T' inherit that deare paid-for title but You le give me leave to use my plainnesse Dry. Freely Bum. Your son I say is Heire to your bought honour Which may hereafter Ladifie my Daughter But where 's the Land you once were Lord of Ha! The goodly Cornfields Medows Woods and Pastures That must maintain the House the Gownes the Coach With all by complements of Horses Hawks and Hounds Val. Now hee s in Bum. Where be the Parks the Warrens Herds and Flocks Besides the Gardens Orchards Walks and Fish-ponds Dry. For that heare me Bum. Ods pitty give me leave You that had all these once in three faire Lordships To be wrought on and tonyed out of all But a small pittance of Trois Cents per Annum By Providence intayld upon the Heire Or thad had wasted too which now maintaines you In a proportion of Smoak and Sack To wash your mouth with after where you live Confin'd in Milford Lane or Fullers Rents Or who knows where it skills not Dry. Must I heare this too Mag. Now he has almost done Bum. Can you I say think your good husbandry A lawfull Precedent for your Gamesome son To make my Daughter happy in a Marriage Though he had twice my Fortunes Ja. Now hee 's coming Beare but with this and if he offer not More then you would request I le lose your love Bum. But here 's the substance of 't you have my Daughter Your Son sir has my Daughter that must have And shall my whole Estate at my Decease No Law exacts it sooner This Estate You safely may suppose ten thousand pounds Which J have got by thrifty Industry Onely one thousand J confesse my Wife Improv'd my Fortune with Here 's the just summe I give her leave to give it to her Daughter She may endow her Husband with it So Is not this plaine Now note me further sir What J have left is my owne and you sir may Which what is theirs take hence your Son Daughter Till you shall heare old Bumpsey is deceast Then let him come and challenge all that 's left Mean time J know my course Ja. Now chop in with him Mother you know how apt Hee is to crosse you in these Moods Val. Deare worthy honour'd sir Bum. sh't sh't sh't Woman come you with me Mag. J Bump Let us go
again Sir Pray be not so terrible Examine him your selfe if it please you Enter Brookall Broo. VVere his eyes Basiliskes or did he beare Upon his hellish Countenance the faces Of all the Furies that no doubt attend him I le shun no place for him Are they acquainted O most prodigious Ver. VVhat do you know Sir of my Daughter I beseech you Val. That she has a wretch a miserable Caitiff Unto her Father Broo. How is that aside Val. A villain that has scrap'd up by oppression Law-strife and Perjury a Dowry for her So mixt with curses that it would consume An Earles Estate to match with it and her And leave him curs'd in his Posterity Amp. How blest was J to miss her Broo. Can he speak thus to him aside Ver. Dar'st thou confront me thus Val Dar'st thou yet keep a Groat of thine extorted Wealth And seest what Judgments fall one thee already Can all thy Gold redeem thy good opinion To thine owne Son And though thou wouldst no give In case he wanted it to save his life A Hangmans Fee much lesse a Judges thanks Or price of a Lords Letter to reprieve him Yet may this Son survive thee and hourely he Unto thy last houre thine Affliction be Amp. O happy condition of a Batchelor Broo. I like this well in the young man aside Ver. How can you say you know this Val. Prethee how can 't be otherwise Hadst thou a vertuous Childe as here and there Some Mothers win a soule it would be taken Dead or alive from thee unto thy greife too To scape the curse might come with a Childs part Of thine ill-got estate that 's thy Daughters case Ver. Oh Brro. Brave young fellow Val. But shew me where an evill Off-spring has not Surviv'd to spurn the dust of such a Father And lewdly wast in one or two descents Unto their own destruction what was purchased At price of soules departed Ver. Will you vouchsafe to leave me Amp. Pretty odd Doctrine this Val. I have not done w 'yee yet What corrupt Lawyer or usurious Citizen Oppressing Landlord or unrighteous Judge But leaves the World with horror and their wealth By rapine forc'd from the oppressed Poor To Heires that having turnd their Sires to th' Devil Turne Idiots Lunaticks Prodigals or Strumpets All wanting either wit or will to save Their fatall Portions from the Gulfe of Law Pride Ryot Surfets Dice and Luxury Till Beggary or diseases turnes them after Ver. Ha' you done yet Val. A word or two for use and so an end Broo. Not so It must be amplified a little further Ver. Torment and death Is he come Let me go Amp. Nay pray Sir heare them though you profit not I may perhaps Methinks it edifies Broo. You sayd and you sayd well His tainted wealth Got by corruption kept by niggardise Must flye as ill through Luxury and Riot I add that they who get it so shall leave it To run at the like waste through their succession Even to the Worlds end t is not one age Though spent in prayers can expiate the wrong Such an estate was gotten by though the estate Be to a doyt spent with it But it shall Fly like a fatall scourge through hand to hand Through Age to Age frighted by Orphans crys And Widows tears the groanes and Lamentations Of oppressed Prisoners mingled with the curses Of hunger-bitten Labourers whose very sweat Thou robst them of this charming noise is up Of many sad some mad afflicted wretches Whose marrow thou hast suck'd and from whose bowels The nourishment was crushd that fed thee and That ravenous Wolfe thy conscience Ver. I shall trounce you Enter Bumpsey Bum. What 's here Worrying of Vermine Broo. This noyse I say of hideous cryes and curses That follows thine estate will not be layd In thy deare life time nor in theirs the strangers That must be curs'd with the division Of it when thou art gone But still it shall Pursue to all succeeding times all those That entertaine least parcels of thy money When they shall finde at best it can but buy Disgrace diseases overthrows at Law And such deare punishments untill at last All hands affrighted with the touch of it Shall let it fall to earth where it shall sinke And run into a veyne of Ore shall reach To Hell And they that shall hereafter dig it Hundreds of Ages hence must all compound With the grand Lord o' th Soyle the Devill for 't Amp. So they make hot Purchases Broo. Now Sir you may instruct the Usurer to make use Of all he has heard while I avoyd his sight Heaven knows I am sick on 't you forget me Sir Val. Feare not I will not fayle you Bum. No I le deliver him the use of all Ver. Oh the variety of my vexation Bum. And all is this as I advis'd before Spend all your selfe and save your Heires the sin The shame the sorrows and the punishments That are joynt-heritable with your wealth As very learnedly hath been related And there 's the point and the whole substance on 't Ver. Bestow your Substance so Sir if you like it Bump. Sir my condition runs another way To the same end perhaps following my Leader here Amp. Your Son in Law Trust me a most fine man And if his life be answerable to his Doctrine T is like hee le lead you to a faire end of all Doubtlesse he is a fine young Man indeed A proper teacher and an edifying Bump. Come Sir lead on I heare you are provided Five hundred thick for this free nights adventure Val. I am Sir here it is Bump. I am so too Sir And here it is And here it is and here and there and here it is Amp. O brave old man Bump. I le make one w' ye at your new Ordinary They lay t is excellent Val. For rarity and plenty There 's no such Pension in all this City Amp. And all for nothing Val. For lesse then kisse your Hostesse Amp. And is there delicate Wine too I must thither Val. The flowre of France and quintessence of Spaine Flow like a Spring-tyde through the House Amp. O rare And all for nothing Bump. Hang nothing Be it as t will I am for any thing and as well provided As you or any the best Gamester there Ver. Sir Bum. I love to do these things But first pray tel me Can you tell tale or tydings of his Daughter here Val. Not of his Daughter But I heard his Son Was freed this day from Prison Ver. How how how Enter Brookall Phillis Broo. Yonder he is still busie Phil. I le among 'em Walke you back a little And get I any money I le lend thee some Val. I le tell you how Some freind has paid his debt The Action is dischargd and he 's releas d. Ver. You practise my abuse T is not in man To do me such a mischeife Amp. Away Girle Phil. Thou art as hard as this dry crust