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A52858
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Romes follies, or, The amorous fryars a comedy, as it was lately acted at a person of qualitie's house.
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Nowell, N.
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1681
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Wing N52; ESTC R5200
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d' ye like me or no Flor. Bless me what 's here a living Autumn Nothing but wither'd Follies Truely your comely gray Hairs together with the obliging Humor and Carriage you have to please our Sex with can do no other than raise in me and every one a Reverend Respect for you Mar. But I mean how d' ye like me for a Husband Flor. Why d' ye speak in earnest Senior Mar. Yes by 'r Lady do I Girl Flor. Then I like you as well as Youth can do brisk comely Age when it shal have the Joyful Diversion to play with Silver Hairs and to refresh it self in Beds of Snow when over-heated with the Summers warmth in fine I like you well enough but the Will of my Parents is a Law to me cut of that Track of Obedience I must not wander Mar. Come then if you please I 'll go with you to your Father presently Oh I could so but 't is no matter now come come let 's go let 's go Flor. What tho to sleepy drowsie Age I 'm sold Since those Defects are fill'd with Charms of Gold Exeunt Scaene a Cloyster Enter Father Turbin and Father Lupin Tur. Truly brother I do intend to treasure up some thing by this Holy cheat Lup. In truth Brother you do very wisely we must be every one for our selves for all the Church is our Mother But indeed have you been at Jerusalem or no Tur. No more than thou hast been in purgatory Lup. Then the Relicks that you brought over and have showed to his Holyness are e'en of your own maâ—eing and contriveing and was there ever such a Saint as Saint Allivergot Tur. Of my own makeing why you seem to be very ignorant thou fool thou why all the miracles that are booked upon with such Reverence and Devotion by our Proselytes in the Golden Legend are meer Shams and Inventions â—o are all those that have been broached ever since the Donation of Constantine to the Pope And in that there is a Juggle too for that was the first Plot the Devil and our holy Church invented to make the Papal Chair great and durable I don't know that ever there was such a Saint but that 's all one I hope my arrival is not divulged yet is it Lup. No no body knows that you are come yet But prethee if thou hast not been at Jerusalem where hast thou been then Tur. I have been at three other Holy places and one damnable wicked Heretical place I have been to visit our Lady of the Rosario our Lady Del Carmine and our Lady del Popolo And I have been among the plagnyest Hereticks this day in Christendome I have been in England Lup. Oh Wonderful pray how goes our holy design there forward Tur. Forward man Why the Heriticks have almost broke it all to pieces and they have made nothing of Cutting off the Champions of our Church pray heaven they don't make his Holyness reel in his Chair and then we are safe enough Lup. Have you acquainted his Holyness with any particulars Tur. Not one word yet I intend to do it But I can't forbear telling you a passage that hapned between an heretick and I at Tavern in London with some other Company I was telling him Brother what wonderful miracles were wrought by my Saint Allivergot and how he was martyr'd for the truth I told him too how Saint Denis after he was beheaded did most miraculously walk three miles with his head in his hand and then let it fall upon which ground I told him was built a Town that beares his name three miles distant from Paris Lup. Well what said the Heretick to these wonders of our Church Tur. Why he was ready to choak himself with laughing Pish said he at last when he could speak these miracles were wrought a great many years ago but for all their scarcity I can tell you of one in our age and an English true one and you know said he miracles are not usual among Hereticks There was a gentleman said he was of good quality who being troubled with a deep melancholy went into a place called Sommerset house there strangled himself to death after he was dead he takes a walk near three miles a walk almost as long as your Saint Denis's and there he runs himself through with his own rapier and kill'd himself again for spite Lup. Mum not a word more of this as the learned observes Sure this Heretick told an Impudent lye Tur. No for the rest of the Company confirmed what he said But come I must get you to help me to put things in a readyness against I dazle the peoples eyes with the Lustre of my Relicks Thus we the giddy world pretend to guide While in our sleeves its weakness we deride And thus what with devotion we expose Is but to lead the Vulgar by the nose Exeunt Scaene a Garden Enter Florimel Marforo and Isabella Mar. Come we have done the work now my Duck my Love my Chuck my Lamb my Honey my Dear my prethee one kiss now you little Rogue you so Dad I am Mighty Mighty But Come prethee my Dove we want nothing now but going to the Priest let 's hasten away then Flor. I must be guided by the Golden Rule of your Wisdom now Sir Let me look upon his Head a little Oh ho He 'll become Horns very well Aside Mar. Come then dad I 'm all mirth I 'm all mirth Let 's guide our eager steps then let us flye That I the sooner Loves soft charms may try The End of the First Act Act The Second Scaene the Vatican at Rome where is discovered the Pope Seated in his Throne a Cardinal in his Scarlets on the on side of him and a Bishop with his Miter Surpice on the other with olâ— Cost the Jesuit in a Black a Robe a Circingle about his midle a little Collar Band about his neck in little short black hair with Guards and other Attendants Pope To me are all men subject I to none I am Divine tho moulded into flesh I 'm Heav'ns deputy to me Kings bow Emperors implore my favor and the world I save or damn according as I please They that to heav'n will climbe must ask me leave Without my keyes no Entrance can be had Monarchs may thank me if I am so kind To let 'em keep those kingdoms they possess And think that I advance their fame if I Give 'm the Title of my servile Page To me alone the world obedience owes All those the honour have to be my slaves That Adoration to my foot-stool pay Had I my Will I would be greater yet And far exceed the holy croud of heav'n In lieu that I to heav'n worship pay I would make heav'n pay it back to me Ies Most holy father your great pow'r we own And tremble when we think what you can do Your God-like power over all extends A Temp'ral too as due you likewise claim Which tho you
to me since I am sensible I cannot be cur'd but by their help and methinks from the first moment of your arrival here I have al-ready found a Cheerful alteration in me which none but your Holy presence could have caused Tur. Well Dear daughter I find the strength of your faith hath effected this how ever it will be necessary to begin by confession to the end that the soul being purg'd the body may the sooner obtain its pristine health 2 Wo. You say well Father therefore if my advice may be taken we should leave 'um together that he may with the greater wisedom dispose of her conscience 1 Wo. My Neighbour here is in the Right what say you senior Marforio Mar. Ay so she is therefore let 's disturb ' um as little as we can and be gone my Dear my sweet my Choice my precious Sugar-candy fare well for a day or two because business calls me into the Country at my return I hope to find thee as pert as ever thou wert Flor Farwell my Love Mar. But hark you Father Turbin pray be as careful of disposing her Conscience as of restoring her health d' e mind me for that I love to take considerable care of too my Chick once more adieu Flor Adieu my Dear Both Wo. Well Father we recommend her to your prayers and the vertue of those Blessed Relicks Neighbour Adieu Exeunt Mar. and the two women manent Turb Lup. Flor. and Isabella Tur. Now let me feed on the Heavenly moisture of thy breath and gather Roses from the Gardens of thy Cheeks Now that Religion hath play'd her part let Love gentle Love display his soft ravishing treasures to Eager and Intranced Lovers Now let him revel and furfit as with pleasures No time so fit as when Lovers private are let 's no advantage loose nor suffer beauty to be vainly wasted let 's Closely retire to partake of truer pleasures than the guilded flow'ry spring produceth Flor. Shames treach'rous livery in my face appears Tur. Let nothing cause your blushes nor your fears Nought here can tell what that kind blush did mean So now we may blush sport and toy unseen Exit Tur. and Flor. Lup. Now Daughter let us not to lose our pleasures to Isabella Follow my Brothers and your Mistriss Measure Let us then eagerly our Footsteps move To undisturbed Bowers of Flow'ry Love Exeunt Lup. and Isabella The end of the third Act. ACT IV. SCENE a Garden Enter Father Turbin and Florrinel Tur. HArk methinks Love commands us once more to close retirement where we may again die in the Fields of Love and Beauty where silent shades shall hide thy blushes and pleasure dissolve thy fears Flor. 'T is Love must bear the blame not I where he prevails resistance is in vain when he commands I must submit to pant under those sweet and bitter pangs he gives me till I die both with delight and pain Tur. Let me conduct thee then where Love shall compleat your wishes and heighten our Bliss let us every day during your Doctors absence pay what we owe to Love And while we are preparing to engage in Loves fierce harmless Lists as a seasoning to our Joys I have order'd one of our Chappel Eunuches to sing a Song which Love Inspir'd me to write Let Love the while direct our sense to try Once more the pleasures of his Victory Exeunt hand in hand then a Tune first play'd over on a Recorder then a voice joyns with it and sings the ensuing Song behind the Scene SONG 1. SInce love youth and beauty have rais'd the Allarms Go smother each other with lip-melting Charms And make no delay least your hopes you deceive A Moment once over is hard to retrieve Dissolve in moist Raptures like fresh morning Dew And breath Love together as Turtle Doves Woe 2. In Loves painted Medows go Revel and Play But never Give over By Night nor by Day O're his rising Hillocks with cheerfulness move And pleasantly range in the Valley's of Love That Monarchs may envy the joys which you find Where cares are unknown and where beauty proves kind The Song ended some body knocks at the door then enters Isabella half dress'd and half undress'd as amaz'd followed by Father Lupin Isa O lamentable what shall we do We are all undone Madam rise rise yonder 's my Master at the door with two or three Neighbours Lu. Ay what shall I do Isabella What shall I do he will certainly make an Eunuch of me Enter Florrinel and Father Turbin Tur. Curse upon him was this obligingly done to disturb us thus in the midst of our Pleasures Flor. Come we have no time to talk now Isabella give 'em the Key of the back Door and let 'em be gone Adieu adieu Lu. I 'm afraid I shall not Gives Turbin the Key fancy love so heartily as I have done never was Mortal in such fear of losing his Man-hood before as I was now Aside Exeunt the Two Fryars Flor. Isabella go let him in here will I plant my self ready to receive him at his entrance I 'm sure there 's no apparent reason for his suspicion hitherto and truly the practical part of Hypocrisie is a fine smooth thing had it not been for that commendable Vertue my Husband had miss'd being one of the Dubb'd Brotherhood But here he comes Enter Marforio and Two Women Mar. How doth my dear Duck do I vow Chicken I could not stay from thee any longer for the life of me having left thee sick too the thoughts of being from thee at such a time hath made me sob and cry my eyes out almost in the Countrey but Dad I had not left thee at all but that I had very earnest business indeed And Cods-fish let me look upon thee a little Dad methinks my Chicken looks much better than she did before I went how hath she prov'd in my absence Isabella Isa Why Sir she having put her confidence in those Holy Rellicks the Vertues of them were warmly applied to her every day and have wrought beyond our expectations a wonderful Miracle For she is more than half cured and is but newly rose from paying a Devout Thanksgiving to the Blessed Saint that Cur'd her Flo. She speaks truth my Love for it is to that Immortal Saint and that Pious Mortal Father Turbin I owe my Life and Health and your dear presence Husband hath indeed added something of sorrow Aside 1 Wo. We seeing your Husbands Arrival at the door Neighbour could not forbear to Visit you too and are glad that Heaven and this Saint have been so kind to you 2 Wo. Nay now Neighbour let this be the only Saint you will pray to for the good he hath done your Wife Mar. Well! I 'll give Father Turbin Three hundred Crowns to be employ'd for this Saints use in the Church But well Chicken how is it now Doth she lie easie and warm Isabella I must satisfie my self in that and see what Bolsters Pillows