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A50787
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Any thing for a quiet life a comedy, formerly acted at Black-Fryers, by His late Majesties servants ... / written by Tho. Middleton, Gent.
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Middleton, Thomas, d. 1627.
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1662
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Wing M1979; ESTC R16685
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wants nothing but Agreement Beau. A little pause what might be the cause on either part Barb. My passions are grown to putrifaction and my griefs are gangren'd Mr. Chamlet has scarified me all over besides the loss of my new Brush Kna. I am kept out of mine own Castle my Wife keeps the Hold against me your Page my Lord is her Champion I summon'd a Parle at the window was answered with Defiance they confess they have layen together but what they have done else I know not Beau. Thou canst have no wrong that deserves pity thou art thy self so bad Kna. I thank your Honor for that let me have my throat cut then Enter Selenger as a woman and Mris Knavesbee Cham. Sir I can give you a better remedy then his Capistrum your ear a little Mris Kna. I come with a bold innocence to answer the best and worst that can accuse me here Beau. Your husband Mris Kna. He 's the worst I dare his worst Kna. Your Page your Page Mris Kna. We lay together in bed it is confest you and your ends of Law makes worser of it I did it for reward Beau. I le hear no more of this come Gentlemen will you walk Enter Young Cressingham Young Cress. My Lord a little stay you 'l see a sight that neighbor amity wil be much pleas'd with 't is come already my Father sir Enter Old Cressingham Beau. There must be cause certain for this good change Sir you are bravely met this is at the best I ever saw you Cress. My Lord I am amazement to my self I slept in poverty and am awake into this wonder how I can thus brave my dreams did not so much as tell me of I am of my kinde sons new making up it exceeds the pension much that yesternight allow'd me and my pockets centupled but I am my sons childe sir he knows of me more then I do my self Young Cress. Sir you yet have but earnest of your happiness a Pinace fore-riding a goodly vessel by this near Anchor-bulkt like a Castle and with Jewels fraught Joys above Jewels sir from deck to keel make way for the receipt empty your bosom of all griefs and troubles leave not a sigh to beat her back again she is so stor'd ye 'ad need have room enough to take her lading Cress. If one Comodity be wanting now all this is nothing Young Cress. Tush that must out too there must be no remembrance not the thought that ever youth in woman did abuse you that e're your children had a stepmother that you sold Lands to please your punishment that you were circumscrib'd and taken in abridg'd the large extendure of your grounds and put into the pinfold that belong'd to 't that your son did cheat for want of maintenance that he did beg you shall remember onely for I have beg'd off all these troubles from you Enter Lady Cress. in civil habit Saund. and children very gallant Beau. This was a good weeks labor Young Cress. Not an hours my Lord but 't was a happy one see sir a new day shines on you La. Cress. Oh sir your son has rob'd me Cress. Ha! that way I instructed Yo Cress. Nay hear her sir La. Cress. Of my good purpose sir he hath forc'd out of me what lay conceal'd ripen'd my pity with his dews of duty forgive me sir and but keep the number of every grief that I have pain'd you with I 'le ten-fold pay with fresh obedience Cham. Oh that my wife were here to learn this lesson Lady Cress. Your state is not abated what was yours is still your own and take the cause withal of my harsh seeming usage it was to reclaim faults in your self the swift consumption of many large revenues Gaiming that of not much less speed burning up house and land not casual but cunning fire which though it keeps the Chymney and outward shows like Hospitality is onely devourer on 't Consuming Chymistry there I have made you a flat banquet-out all your Stillatories and laboring Minerals are demolish'd that part of Hell in your house is extinct put out your desire with them and then these feet shall level with my hands untill you raise my stoop'd humility to higher grace to warm these lips with love and duty do to every silver hair each one shal be a Senator to my obedience Cress. All this I know before who ever of you that had but one ill thought of this good woman you owe a knee to her and she is merciful if she forgive you Enter George and Mris Chamlet Beau. That shal be private penance sir we 'l all joy in publique with you George On the conditions I tell you not else Mris Cham. Sweet George dear George any conditions Cham. My wife Old Frank Peace George is bringing her to conditions Cham. Good ones good George George You shall never talk your voice above the key sol sol sol Mris Cham. Sol sol sol I George George Say welcome home honest George in that pitch Mris Cham. Welcome home honest George George Why this is well now Cham. That 's well indeed George George Rogue nor Rascal must never come out of your mouth Mris Cham. They shall never come in honest George George Nor I will not have you call my Master plain husband that 's too course but as your Gentlewomen in the Country use and your persons wives in the Town 't is comely and shal be customed in the City call him Master Chamlet at every word Mris Cham. At every word honest George George Look you there he is salute him then Mris Cham. Welcome home good Mr. Chamlet Cham. Thanks and a thousand sweet Wife I may say honest George George Yes sir or Bird or Chuck or Hearts ease or plain Rachel but call her Rac no more so long as she is quiet Cham. God-a-mercy sha't have thy new sute a Sunday George Mris Cham. George shall have two new sutes Mr. Chamlet Cham. God-a-mercy ifaith Chuck Bar. Mr. Chamlet you and I are friends all even betwixt us Cham. I do acquit thee neighbor Sweetbal Bar. I will not be hang'd then Knares-bee do thy worst nor I will not cut thy throat Kna. I must do 't my self Bar. If thou com'st to my shop and usurp'st my chair of maintenance I will go as neer as I can but I will not do 't Young Cress. No 't is I must cut Knaves-bees throat for slandering a modest Gentlewoman and my wife in shape of your Page my Lord in her own I durst not place her so neer your Lordship Beau. No more of that sir if your ends have acquir'd their own events crown 'em with your own Joy Yo. Cress. Down a your knees Knaves-bee to your wife she 's too honest for you Bar. Down down before you are hang'd 'twilbe to late afterwards and long thou canst not scape it Knaves-bee kneels Mris Kna. You 'l play the Pandor no more will you Kna. Oh that 's an inch into my throat Mris Kna. And let out your wife for her Kna. Oh sweet wife go no deeper Mris. Kna. Dare any be bail for your better behavior Beau. Yes yes I dare he will mend one day Mris Kna. And be worse the next Kna. Hang me the third then dear merciful wife I will do Any thing for a quiet Life Beau. All then is reconcil'd Barb. Onely my brush is lost my dear new brush Old Frank I will help you to satisfaction for that too sir Barb. Oh Sperma Caete I feel it heal already Old Frank Gentlemen I have fully satisfied my dead sons debts Omnes All pleas'd all paid sir Old Frank Then once more here I bring him back to life from my servant to my son nay wonder not I have not delt by fallacy with any my son was dead who e're out lives his vertues is a dead man for when you hear of spirits that walk in real bodies to the amaze and cold astonishment of such as meet 'em and all would shun those are men of vices who nothing have but what is visible and so by consequence they have no souls but if the soul return but if the Soul return he lives agen Created newly such my Son appears By my blessing rooted growing by his tears Omnes You have beguil'd us honestly sir Frank And you shall have your brush agen Barber My basons shall all ring for joy Beaufort Why this deserves a Tryumph and my cost shall begin a feast to 't to which I do envite you all such happy reconcilements must not be past without a health of joy Discorded friends atton'd men and their wives This hope proclaims your after quiet Lives Exeunt FINIS EPILOGUE I Am sent t' enquire your Censure and to know How you stand affected whither we do owe Our service to your Favors or must strike Our Sails though full of hope to your dislike How e're be pleas'd to think we purpos'd well And from my fellows thus much I must tell Instruct us but in what we went astray And to redeem it wee 'l take any way