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Two new playes ... written by Tho. Middleton, Gent.
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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1657
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Wing M1989; ESTC R16830
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'll hearken to you Hip. Yes my Lord I make no doubt as I shall take the course Which she shall never know till it be acted And when she wakes to honor then she 'll thank me for 't I 'll imitate the pities of old Surgeons To this lost limb who ere they show their art Cast one asleep then cut the diseas'd part So out of love to her I pity most She shall not feel him going till he 's lost Then she 'll commend the cure Exit Duke The great cure 's past I count this done already his wrath 's sure And speaks an injury deep farewel Leantio This place will never hear thee murmur more Our noble Brother welcome Enter Lord Cardinal attended Card. Set those lights down Depart till you be called Duke There 's serious business Fixed in his look nay it enclines a little To the dark colour of a discontentment Brother what is 't commands your eye so powerfully Speak you seem lost Card. The thing I look on seems so To my eyes lost for ever Duke You look on me Card. What a grief 't is to a religious feeling To think a man should have a friend so goodly So wise so noble nay a Duke a Brother And all this certainly damn'd Duke How Card. 'T is no wonder If your great sin can do 't dare you look up For thinking of a veng'ance dare you sleep For fear of never waking but to death And dedicate unto a strumpets love The strength of your affections zeal and health Here you stand now can you assure your pleasures You shall once more enjoy her but once more Alas you cannot what a misery 't is then To be more certain of eternal death Then of a next embrace nay shall I shew you How more unfortunate you stand in sin Then the love private man all his offences Like inclos'd grounds keep but about himself And seldom stretch beyond his own souls bounds And when a man grows miserable 't is some comfort When he 's no further charg'd then with himself 'T is a sweet ease to wretchedness But great man Ev'ry sin thou commit'st shews like a flame Upon a Mountain 't is seen far about And with a big wind made of popular breath The sparkles flie through Cities Here one takes Another catches there and in short time Waste all to cinders But remember still What burnt the Valleys first came from the Hill Ev'ry offence draws his particular pain But 't is example proves the great mans bane The sins of mean men lie like scatter'd parcels Of an unperfect bill but when such fall Then comes example and that sums up all And this your reason grants if men of good lives Who by their vertuous actions stir up others To noble and religious imitation Receive the greater glory after death As sin must needs confess what may they feel In height of torments and in weight of veng'ance Not onely they themselves not doing well But sets a light up to shew men to Hell Duke If you have done I have no more sweet Brother Card. I know time spent in goodness is too tedious This had not been a moments space in Lust now How dare you venture on eternal pain That cannot bear a minuts reprehension Methinks you should endure to hear that talkt of Which you so strive to suffer Oh my Brother What were you if you were taken now My heart weeps blood to think on 't 't is a work Of infinite mercy you can never merit That yet you are not death-struck no not yet I dare not stay you long for fear you should not Have time enough allow'd you to repent in There 's but this Wall betwixt you and destruction When y' are at strongest and but poor thin clay Think upon 't Brother can you come so near it For a fair strumpets love and fall into A torment that knows neither end nor bottom For beauty but the deepness of a skin And that not of their own neither Is she a thing Whom sickness dare not visit or age look on Or death resist does the worm shun her grave If not as your soul knows it why should Lust Bring man to lasting pain for rotten dust Duke Brother of spotless honor let me weep The first of my repentance in thy bosome And shew the blest fruits of a thankful spirit And if I ere keep woman more unlawfully May I want penitence at my greatest need And wisemen know there is no barren place Threatens more famine then a dearth in grace Card. Why here 's a conversion is at this time Brother Sung for a Himn in Heaven and at this instant The powers of darkness groan makes all Hell sorry First I praise Heaven then in my work I glory Who 's there attends without Enter Servants Serv. My Lord Card. Take up those lights there was a thicker darkness When they came first The peace of a fair Soul Keep with my noble Brother Exit Cardinal c. Duke Joys be with you Sir She lies alone to night for 't and must still Though it be hard to conquer but I have vow'd Never to know her as a strumpet more And I must save my oath if Fury fail not Her husband dies to night or at the most Lives not to see the morning spent to morrow Then will I make her lawfully mine own Without this sin and horror Now I 'm chidden For what I shall enjoy then unforbidden And I 'll not freeze in Stoves 't is but a while Live like a hopeful Bridegroom chaste from flesh And pleasure then will seem new fair and fresh Exit Scaen 2. Enter Hippolito Hip: The morning so far wasted yet his baseness So impudent See if the very Sun do not blush at him Dare he do thus much and know me alive Put case one must be vitious as I know my self Monstrously guilty there 's a blinde time made for 't He might use onely that 't were conscionable Art silence closeness subtlety and darkness Are fit for such a business but there 's no pity To be bestow'd on an apparent sinner An impudent day-light Leacher the great zeal I bear to her advancement in this match With Lord Vincentio as the Duke has wrought it To the perpetual honor of our house Puts fire into my blood to purge the air Of this corruption fear it spread too far And poyson the whole hopes of this fair fortune I love her good so dearly that no Brother Shall venture farther for a Sisters glory Then I for her preferment Enter Leantio and a Page Lean. Once again I 'll see that glistring Whore shines like a Serpent Now the Court Sun 's upon her Page Page Anon Sir I 'll go in state too see the Coach be ready Lean. I 'll hurry away presently Hip. Yes you shall hurry And the Devil after you take that at setting forth Now and you 'll draw we are upon equal terms Sir Thou took'st advantage of my name in honor Upon my Sister I nev'r
He will turn long and strongly Dutch He shall not be behinde a quality That aptness in him or our cost can purchase And see he lose no time Cel. I 'll take that order Madam Page Singing and dancing 'las my case is worse I rather need a Midwife and a Nurse Exit Celia and Page Dutch Lactantio my procurer not return'd yet His malice I have fitted with an office Which he takes pleasure to discharge with rigor He comes and with him my hearts Conqueror My pleasing thraldom 's near Enter General Lactantio and the Guard Andr. Not know the cause Lact. Yes you shall soon do that now to the ruine Of your neck-part or some nine years imprisonment You meet with mercy and you scape with that Beside your Lands all begg'd and seis'd upon That 's admirable favor Here 's the Dutchess Dutch Oh Sir y' are welcome Lact. Marry bless me still From such a welcome Dutch You are hard to come by It seems Sir by the guilt of your long stay Andr. My guilt good Madam Dutch Sure y 'had much a do To take him had you not speak truth Lactantio And leave all favor were you not in danger Lact. Faith something neer it Madam He grew head-strong Furious and fierce but 't is not my condition To speak the worst things of mine enemy Madam Therein I hold mine honor But had fury Burst into all the violent storms that ever Plaid over anger in tempestuous man I would have brought him to your Graces presence Dead or alive Dutch You would not Sir Andr. What pride Of pamper'd blood has mounted up to this puckfoist If any way uncounsel'd of my judgment My ignorance has stept into some error Which I could heart'ly curse and so brought on me Your great displeasure let me feel my sin In the full weight of Justice vertuous Madam And let it wake me throughly But chaste Lady Out of the bounty of your Grace permit not This perfum'd parcel of curl'd powder'd hair To cast me in the poor rellish of his censure Dutch It shall not need good Sir we are our self Of power sufficient to judge you nev'r doubt it Sir Withdraw Lactantio carefully place your Guard I' th' next Room Lact. You 'll but fare the worse You see your niceness spoils you you 'll go nigh now To feel your sin indeed Exit Lactantio and Guard Andr. Hell-mouth be with thee Was ever malice seen yet to gape wider For mans misfortunes Dutch First Sir I should think You could not be so impudent to deny What your own knowledge proves to you Andr. That were a sin Madam More gross then flattery spent upon a villain Dutch Your own confession dooms you Sir Andr. Why Madam Dutch Do not you know I made a serious vow At my Lords death never to marry more Andr. That 's a truth Madam I 'm a witness to Dutch Is 't so Sir you 'll be taken presently This man needs no accuser Knowing so much How durst you then attempt so bold a business As to sollicite me so strictly setled With tempting Letters and loose lines of love Andr. Who I do 't Madam Dutch Sure the man will shortly Deny he lives although he walks and breath Andr. Better destruction snatch me quick from sight Of humane eyes then I should sin so boldly Dutch 'T was well I kept it then from rage or fire For my truths credit Look you Sir read out You know the hand and name Andr. Andrugio Dutch And if such things be fit the world shall judge Andr. Madam Dutch Pish that 's not so it begins otherwise Pray look again Sir how you 'ld slight your knowledge Andr. By all the reputation I late won Dutch Nay and you dare not read Sir I am gone Andr. Read most fair Dutchess Dutch Oh have you found it now There 's a sweet flatt'ring phrase for a beginning You thought belike that would o'rcome me Andr. I Madam Dutch Nay on Sir you are slothful Andr. The report of your Vow shall not fear me Dutch No are you so resolute 'T is well for you Sir Andr. I know y' are but a woman Dutch Well what then Sir Andr. And what a woman is a wiseman knows Dutch Let him know what he can he 's glad to get us Andr. Perhaps my condition may seem blunt to you Dutch: Well we finde no fault with your bluntness Andr. But no mans love can be more sharp set Dutch I there 's good stuff now Andr. And I know desires in both sexes have skill at that weapon Dutch Weapon You begin like a Flatterer and end like a Fencer Are these fit lines now to be sent to us Andr. Now by the honor of a man his truth Madam My name 's abus'd Dutch Fie fie deny your hand I will not deny mine here take it freely Sir And with it my true constant heart for ever I never disgrac'd man that sought my favor Andr. What mean you Madam Dutch To requite you Sir By curtesie I hold my reputation And you shall taste it Sir in as plain truth As the old time walk'd in when love was simple And knew no art nor guile I affect you My heart has made her choice I love you Sir Above my vow the frown that met you first Wore not the livery of anger Sir But of deep policy I made your enemy The Instrument for all there you may praise me And 't will not be ill given Andr. Here 's a strange Language The constancy of love bless me from learning on 't Although ambition would soon teach it others Madam the service of whole life is yours But Dutch Enough thou' rt mine for ever Within there Enter Lactantio and the Guard Lact. Madam Dutch Lay hands upon him bear him hence See he be kept close prisoner in our Pallace The time 's not yet ripe for our Nuptial Sollace Exit Lact. This you could clear your self Andr. There 's a voice that wearies me More then mine own distractions Lact. You are innocent Andr. I have not a time idle enough from passion To give this Devil an answer Oh she 's lost Curst be that love by which a better 's crost There my heart 's setled Lact. How is he disgrac'd And I advanc'd in love Faith he that can Wish more to his enemy is a spightful man And worthy to be punish'd Exeunt Act. 5. Scaen. 1. Enter Page Celia and Crotchet Cel. SIr I 'm of that opinion being kept hard to 't In troth I think he 'll take his prick-song well Crotch. G sol re ut you ghess not right y'faith Mistress you 'll finde y' are in an error straight Come on Sir lay the Books down you shall see now Page Would I 'd an honest Caudle next my heart Let whose would Sol Fa I 'ld give them my part In troth methinks I have a great longing in me To bite a peece of the Musitians Nose off But I 'll rather lose my longing then spoil the poor mans