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A11151
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A match at mid-night A pleasant comœdie: as it hath beene acted by the Children of the Revells. Written by VV.R.
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Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?
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STC 21421; ESTC S116268
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next roome that hath a long time loued you and has watcht for such an houre when all was out of doores to tell you so and none being within but you and I hee desires you would heare him speake and there 's an end on 't Wid. What is he Iar. An honest man Wid. How know yee Iar. Why he told me so Wid. And why were you such a foole to take his owne word Iar. Because all the witte I had cood get no bodies else Wid. A Knaue will euer tell you he 's an honest man Iar. But an honest man will neuer tell you hee 's a knaue Wid. Well sir your Mistresse dares looke vpon the honest man Iar. And the honest man dares looke vpon my Mistresse Exit Wid. 'T is the roughest bluntest Fellow Yet when I take young Bloodhound to a retired collection of scattered iudgement which often lyes disioynted with the confused distraction of so many Mee thinks he dwells in my opinion a right ingenious spirit vailde meerely with the vanity of youth and wildnesse he lookes mee thinks like one that could retract himselfe from his mad starts and when he pleased turne tame his hansome wildnesse mee thinkes becomes him could hee keepe it bounded in Thrift and Temperance but downe these thoughts my resolue rests here in priuate But from a foole a Miser and a man too iealous for a little sweetnesse loue Cupid defend me Enter like a Gentleman very braue with Iaruis cloathes in 's hand Iar. And to a Widdow wife Nobly liberall and discreetely Credulous Cupid hath sent me Wid. Pray prooue as you appeare a Gentleman Why Iaruis Iar. Looke yee here 's Iaruis hangs by Geometry and here 's the Gentleman For lesse I am not that afarre off taken with the Sainted praises of your wealthy beauty your person wisedome modesty and all that can make woman gracious in this habite sought and obtayn'd your seruice Wid. For heauens sake what 's your intent Iar. I loue you Wid. Pray keepe off Iar. I wood keepe from you Had my desires bodies How I cood beate them into better fashion And teach them Temperance For I rid to finde you And at a meeting amongst many Dames I saw you first Oh how your taking eyes Those actiues sparkling sweet discouered twins In their strong captiuating motion told me The story of your heart a 1000 Cupids Me thought sate playing on that payre of Christails Carrying to the swiftnesse of couetous Fancie The very letters we spell loue with Wid. Fie Fie Iar. I haue strucke her to the heart through my face Apparelled with this field of grauity The neglected roughnesse of a Souldiers dart These diamond pointed eyes but hither through and you will see a young spring on 't but question times fayre ones They 'le confesse tho with a blush they haue often found good wine at an old bush My blood is young and full of amorous heates which but brancht out into these lusty veynes Wood play and dally and in wanton Turnings Wood teach you strange constructions Let time and place then vvith Loues old friend oportunity instruct you to be wise Wid. 'Las Sir where learned you to catch occasions thus Iar. Of a Lawyers Clarke wench that with sixe such Catches leapt in fiue yeares from his Deske to his Coach drawne with foure horses Wid. Doe yee meane marriage Iar. Marriage a cloying meate marry who thou woot to make a shew to shrowd thee from the stormes round headed opinion that swayes all the world may let fall on thee Me Cozen thou shalt call once in a moneth or so I 'le reade false Letters from a farre distant Vncle insert his commendations to thee hug thy beleeuing husband into a payre of hansome hornes Looke vpon him with one eye and winke vpon thee with tother Woodst haue any more Wid. The returne of Seruants or some friendly visite will intercept vs now reassume your habit and bee but Iaruis till to morrow morning I now by the potent truth of friendship I will giue you plenty of cause to confesse I loue you truly and strongly Iar. Y' are in earnest Wid. On my life serious let this kisse seale it Iar. The softest vvax euer seal'd bawdy businesse Now for old Bloodbound I will meet you vpon the Change Sir with a blinde bargaine and then helpe your sonne to a good penny-worth this night shall be all mirth a Mistris of delight Exeunt Enter Bloodhound Earelacke with Letters Sim and Moll Blood Nay nay nay marke what followes I must bring her home darke turne her vp to bed and heere she goes to Church my Cloake sirrah Sim. 'T is a very darke night sir you will not haue a cloake for the rayne Blood I am going to steale the Widdow from I know not how many Sim. Nay then I let your cloake for the raine alone and fetch you a cloake for your knaverie Exit Blood To bed to bed good sonne what Sim I say Mol. Sir Blood I charge yee let not one bee vp i th' house but your selfe after the clocke strikes ten nor a light bee stirring Moll Tricke up the greene bed-chamber very daintily Sim I shall Sir Blood And well remembred Moll the keyes of my Compting house are in the left pocket of my hose above i' th wicker chayre looke to them and haue a care of the blacke boxe there I have often told thee of looke to that as to thy Maydenhead Moll I shall sir Blood Pray for me all pray for me all Sim. Have you left out any thing for supper Blood Out Rogue shall not I bee at infinite expence to morrow fast too night and pray for me Sim. An old diuell in a greasie Sattin doublet keepe you company Blood Ha what 's that Sim. I say the Sattin doublet you will weare too morrow will be the best in the company sir Blood That 's true that 's true I come Widdow I come VVench Moll Oh sweete Sim what shall I doe to morrow to morrow must be the day the dolefull day the dismall day alas Sim what dost thou thinke in thy con-science I shall do with an old man Sim. Nay y' are well enough served you know how your brother not an houre agoe lay at you to have the Ancient one that your teeth ee'ne water at and yet you cry I cannot love him I wonnot have him Moll I coo'd willingly marry him if I might doe nothing but looke on him all day where he might not see me but to he with him alas I shal be undone the first night Sim. That 's true how will you goe to bed else but remember hee is a man of Warre an Ancient you are his colours now vvhen he has nimbly display'd ye and hansomly foulded ye up against the next fight then we shall have you cry ô sweete Sim I had beene undone if I had not beene vndone Moll Nay and then the olde fellow would mumble mee to bed Sim. A bed a Bawd with two teeth would not mumble Bacon so then hee so