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The citye match A comoedye. Presented to the King and Queene at White-hall. Acted since at Black-friers by His Maiesties Servants.
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Mayne, Jasper, 1604-1672.
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Match you quite Dostroy the hopes and fortunes of a Gentleman For whom had his penurious Uncle starv'd And pin'd himselfe his whole life to encrease The riches he deserves t' inherit it Had been his dutie Aur You meane his Nephew Plotwell A prodigall young man one whom the good Old man his Uncle kept to th' Inns of Court And would in time ha made him Barrester And raisd him to his sattin Cap and Biggon In which he might ha sold his breath farre dearer And let his tongue out at a greater price Then some their Mannors But he did neglect These thriving meanes followd his loose companions His Brights and Newcuts two they say that live By the new Heresie Platonick Love Can take up silks upon their strengths and pay Their Mercer with an Infant Br. Newcut New I J doe observe her Character well then You are resolvd to marry Aur. Were the Man A statue so it were a golden one I 'de have him Br. Pray then take along to Church These few good wishes May your husband prove So jealous to suspect that when you drink To any man you kisse the place where his Lips were before and so pledge meetings Let him Think you doe Cuckold him by looks and let him Each night before you goe to rest administer A solemne oath that all your thoughts were chast That day and that you sleep with all your hayres New And which is worse let him forget he lay With you himselfe before some Magistrate Sweare t was some other and have it believ'd Upon Record Pl. Sister J 've left your Bridegroome Under this key lockt in t' imbrace your pillow Enter Plotw. Sure he has eat Eringoes he 's as hot He was about to fetch you in his shirt Br. How 's this his sister New J conceive not this Pl. My Noble friends you wonder now to heare Me call her sister Br. Faith Sir we wonder more She should be married New I' ft be your sister we Have labourd her she should not match her Uncle And bring forth Riddles Children that should be Nephews to their Father and to their Uncle sonnes Plotw. I laugh now at your ignorance why these Are projects Gentlemen fine ginns and projects Did Roseclaps boy come to you Br. Yes Pl. I have A rare Scene for you New The boy told us you were Upon a stratagem Plotw. I 've sent for Roseclap And Captaine Quartfield to be here J have Put Salewit into orders he 's inducted Into the French Church you must all have parts Br. Prithee speak out of Clowds Pl. By this good light T were Justice now to let you both dye simple For leaving us so scirvily New We were Sent for in hast by th' Benchers to contribute To one of 'em that 's Reader Plotw. Come with me I 'le tell you then But first I 'le show you a sight Much stranger then the Fish Dor. Madam here 's Barneswright And an old Merchant doe desire accesse Enter Dorcas Aur. Bid 'em come in Pl. Gentlemen fall off Ex. Dorcas If we be seene the plot is spoild Sister Now look you doe your part well Aur. J am perfect Exit Plot. Br. Newc SCENA VIII. To Her Baneswright Ware-house Dorcas Banes MAdam this is the Gentleman J mention'd I 've brought him here according to my function To give you both an enterview if you Be ready the Church and Priest are Aur. Is this Sir The wealthy Merchant Banes Madam this is He That if you 'l weare the price of Baronies Or live at Cleopatra's rate can keep you Aur. Come you a Suitor Sir to me Ware-h. Yes Lady I did imploy my speaker there who hath I hope inform'd you with my purpose Aur. Surely Your speaker then hath errd I understood Him for my woman if you can like her Sir It being for ought I heare all one to you I 've woo'd her for you But for my selfe could you Endow me with the streame that ebbs and flowes In waves of gold J hope you doe not think I de so much staine my birth as to be bought To match into a Company Sir plainely I 'me matcht already Ware-h. Baneswright did not you Tell me she 'd have me Banesw. Faith Sir I have eares That might deceive me but I did dreame waking If she were not the party Madam pray you One word in private Aur. I 'le prevent you t is true My Brother laid the Scene for me but since W'have changd the plot and t is contriv'd my woman Shall undertake my part Ban. I am instructed I was mistaken Sir indeed the Lady Spoke to me for her Gentlewoman How Doe you affect her Sir you see she is As handsome as her Ladie and her birth Not being so high she will more size with you Ware-h. I say J like her best Her Ladie has Too much great house in her Ban. T is right this you May governe as you list I 'le motion 't Ladie Pray pardon our mistake indeed our Errand Was chiefly to your Gentlewoman Aur. Sir She 's one whose fortune J so much intend And yours Sir are so faire that though there be Much disproportion in your age yet J Will over-rule her and she shall referre Her selfe to be disposd by me Ware-h. You much Oblige me Madam Aur. Dorcas this is the Merchant I have provided for you he is old But he has that will make him young much Gold Dor. Madam but that I should offend against Your care as well as my preferment J de Have more experience of the Man J meane To make my husband At first sight to marry Must argue me of lightnesse Aur. Princes Dorcas Doe wooe by pictures and Ambassadours And match in absent Ceremonies Dor. But You look for some great portion Sir Wareh. Faire Mistresse Your vertues are to me a wealthy Dowry And if you love me J shall think you bring More then the Indies Dor. But Sir 't may be You 'l be against my course of life J love Retirement must have times for my Devotion Am litle us'd to company and hate The vanity of visits Ware-h. This makes me Love you the more Dor. Then J shall never trust you To goe to sea and leave me I shall dreame Of nought but stormes and Pyrats Every winde Will break my sleep War I 'le stay at home Dor. Sir there Is one thing more J heare you have a Nephew You meane to make your Heyre I hope you will Settle some Joynture on me War He 's so lost In my intents that to revenge my selfe I take this course But to remove your doubts I 've brought my Lawyer with blank deeds He shall put in your Name and J before We goe to Church will seale 'em Dorc. On these termes Where is your Priest Sir War He expects me at The French Church Mistresse Aur. Come when you have seald Sir I 'le beare a part in the solemnity Exeunt ACTVS V. SCENA I. Plotwell Aurelia Bright Newcut Quartfield Salewit Roseclap two
THE CITYE MATCH A COMOEDYE PRESENTED TO THE KING and QVEENE AT WHITE-HALL ACTED SINCE AT BLACK-FRIERS BY HIS MAIESTIES Servants HORAT de Arte Poet Versibus exponi Tragicis res Comica non vult OXFORD Printed by LEONARD LICHFIELD Printer to the UNIVERSITY Anno Dom. M. DC. XXXIX TO THE READER THe Author of this Poem knowing how hardly the best things protect themselves from censure had no ambition to make it this way publique Holding workes of this light nature to be things which need an Apologie for being written at all Nor esteeming otherwise of them whose abilities in this kinde are most passable then of Masquers who spangle glitter for the time but t is through tinsell As it was meerly out of Obedience that he first wrote it so when it was made had it not been commanded from him it had died upon the place where it took life Himselfe being so averse from raysing fame from the stage that at the presentment he was one of the severest spectators there nor ever show'd other signe whereby it might be knowne to be his but his liberty to despise it Yet he hath at length consented it should passe the Presse not with an Ayme to purchase a new Reputation but to keep that which he hath already from growing worse For understanding that some at London without his Approbation or allowance were ready to print a false imperfect Coppy he was loth to be libell'd by his owne worke or that his Play should appeare to the world with more then its own faults Farewell THE PROLOGVE TO THE KING AND QUEENE THE Author Royall Sir so dreads this Night As if for writing he were doomd to th' sight Or else unlesse you doe protect his fame Y' had sav'd his Play and sentenc'd him to th' flame For though your name or power were i th' reprive Such workes he thinks are but condemn'd to live Which for this place being rescued from the fire Take ruine from th' advancement and fall higher Though None he hopes sit here upon his wit As if he Poems did or Playes commit Yet he must needs feare censure that feares prayse Nor would write still wer 't to succeed i th' Bayes For he is not o th' trade nor would excell In this kinde where t is lightnesse to doe well Yet as the Gods refin'd base things and some Beasts foule i th' Heard grevv pure i th' Hecatombe And as the Oxe prepar'd and crowned Bull Are Offerings though kept back and Altars full So Mighty Sir this sacrifice being neere The Knife at Oxford which y' have kindled here He hopes t will from you and the Queene grow cleane And turne t' Oblation what He meant a Scene THE PROLOGVE AT BLACK-FRIERS WEre it his trade the Author bid me say Perchance he 'd beg you would be good to th' Play And I to set him up in Reputation Should hold a Bason forth for Approbation But praise so gain'd He thinks were a Reliefe Able to make his Comoedy a Briefe For where your pitty must your judgement be T is not a Play but you fir'd houses see Look not his quill then should petitions run No Gathering 's heere into a Prologue spun Whither their sold Scenes be dislikt or hit Are cares for them who eat by th' stage and wit He 's One whose unbought Muse did never feare An Empty second day or a thinne share But can make th' Actors though you come not twice No Loosers since we act now at the Kings price Who hath made this Play publique and the same Power that makes Lawes redeem'd this from the flame For th' Author builds no fame nor doth aspire To praise from that which he condemn'd to th' fire He 's thus secure then that he cannot winne A Censure sharper then his own hath beene The Persons of the Play Warehouse An old Merchant Frank Plotwell His Nephew Cypher His Factor Baneswright Old Plotwell disguised Madam Aurelia Penelope Plotwell his daughter Seathrift A Merchant Ms. Seathrift His Wife Timothy His Sonne Dorcas Susan Seathrift his daughter Bright Two Templers Newcut Two Templers Ms. Scruple A Puritan Schoolemistresse Ms Holland A Seamster on the Exchange Quartfield A Captaine Salewit A Poet Roseclappe One that keeps an Ordinary Mill His wife Prentice Two Footmen Boy that sings The SCENE LONDON ACTVS I. SCENA I. Ware-house Seathrift I Promise you 't will be a most rare plot Ware-h. The Citty Mr Seathrift never yet Brought forth the like J would have them that have Fin'd twice for Sheriffe mend it Seath. Mend it Why T is past the wit o th' Court of Aldermen Next Merchant Taylor that writes Chronicles Will put us in Ware-h. For since I tooke him home Though Sir my Nephew as you may observe Seeme quite transfigur'd be as dutifull As a new prentice in his talke declaime Gainst revelling Companions be as hard To be entic'd from home as my doore posts This reformation may but be his part And he may act his vertues I have not Forgot his riots at the Temple You know Sr Seath. You told me Mr Warehouse Ware-h. Not the sea When it devour'd my ships cost me so much As did his vanities A voyage to th' Indyes Has been lost in a night His dayly suits Were worth more then the stock that set me up For which he knew none but the Silk-mans book And studied that more then the Law He had His Loves too and his Mistresses was enterd Among the philosophicall Madams was As great with them as their Concerners and I heare Kept one of them in pension Seath. My sonne too Hath had his Errours I could tell the time When all the wine which I put off by whole sale He took againe in quarts and at the day Vintners have paid me with his large scores But He is reformed too Ware-h. Sr we now are friends In a designe Seath. And hope to be in time Friends in Allyance Sir Ware-h. I le be free I think well of your sonne Seath. Who Timothy Believ 't a vertuous boy and for his sister A very Saint Ware-h. Mistake me not I have The like opinion of my Nephew Sir Yet he is young and so is your sonne nor Doth the Church-book say they are past our feares Our presence is their bridle now T is good To know them well whom we doe make our Heires Seath. It is most true Ware-h. Well and how shall wee knowe How They will use their fortune or what place We have in their affection without tryall Some wise men build their own Tombes let us try If we were dead whether our Heires vvould cry Or their long clokes this plot vvill do 't Seath. T will make us Famous upon the Exchange for ever I le home And take leave of my vvife and sonne Ware-h. And I le Come to you at your Garden house vvithin there Ex. Seath Enter Cypher SCENA II. Warehouse Cypher NOvv Cypher where 's my Nephew Cyph. In the Hall Reading a letter vvhich a