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A comedy called The marriage broaker, or, The pander written by M.W., M.A.; Marriage broaker
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M. W., M.A.
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1662
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from A pen that 's snatcht from Cupid's wing she folds And seales the â—etter with a bleeding heart The witnesse of the truth She writ and then First superscribing it To her best friend Friendly she gav 't her winged messenger To bear when swelling joy lab'ring for room Dissolv'd my sleep and as the Poet sings I wak't and so all this was but a dream Phil. Thus the Idea of the Saint which loves â—id honours you presents it self both day â—nd night to banish carefull thoughts but I Friend Complain not sister that you are forsaken You told me fortune blest you with the sight Where you last summeâ—d of â—he wealthy Heir Who lords it â—ow in my inheritance Who swort by 's Grandsire's and his Grandam's Saint He lov'd you dearly Phil. He did swear indeed But so rustically Friend I never heard Of a Court fashion yet in Swearâ—â—g And besides the Proclamation forbids it Unlesse he 'le bestow his Charity on the poor a new way But you must give me leave to tell you sister Your carriage tow'rds him ill became your fortune That when the land your father sold was thrown Into your lappe so proudly you refuse it Nor was Elisa's brother worthy scorn Phil. What would you have me marrie with a fool Friend Great ladies now keep things with baubles sister And you may teach him wit and manners too And win a fame for bringing up a husband Phil. 'T is sin against a woman's modestie To appear yeilding at the first assault But if young Crab do woo again although Of an Ill name he shall not want a glance Enter Dove Dove My old young Master and my sweet young Mistress Give me your golls these are the sweetest kisses I had since I did see you last Friend Tom Dove welcome to th'town Phil. This may be Venus Dove And then the dream is out Dove You do not dream I am indeed Tom Dove your father's Huntsman Who with his land for an appurtenance Bequeaâ—h'd me to the next new Master I Am now of counsel to the fair Elisa Who in his letter sends you newes and comfort Friend O my presaging thoughts do I now wâ—ke Or did I thâ—n but dream the seale agrees Kisses the Seal On which I thus and thus do taste and seal My loy e're I can mask my happinesse Dove O Mistress my young Master sings your praises Most melodiously he holds the fish Your beauty did make water in his mouth Phyl Fie Thomas don't bely you Mistresse manners Dove I mean that you did make his mouth to waâ—er And when he can clare home he did nothing But sing and capâ—r and caper and sing I 'le give away my lamâ—es and sell away my dammes To â—uppe with an Ewe so bonny Phyl. Well let him keep his sheep's head to himself And I will keep my maiden head But what Are the effectual Ingredients Of your amazing Letter which do work So strangely with my brother Dove There is that Will moisten his mouth too something to purge His melancholy and make the heart dance Friend Elisa and her uncle coming up So suddenly Dove I do believe they are Arriv'd by this two dayes are since expir'd He receiv'd news his lodgings were provided Which time my idle care hath burnt away In buying knacks and toyes for your sweet Mistresse And her appendix though my first charge was To visit you but I do hope Friend Your pardon Timely prevents your suit but yet the losse Of her wise brother doth amaze me how Think you to hunt him out my advice is To winde thy Horn about the town he knowes The summons Dove Therefore he'lâ— not appear Besides The Citizens may take it to themselves And I may pull the heard about my eares Phyl. Indeed I think him creeping in the horn Already if he be not soon reclaimed The Gallant hath a most becoming face To grace the lesser end Friend Come leave your flouting Tom when your newes hath received thanks within Then take your leave to wait your Master's coming Exeunt Act. I. Scaen. 4. Enter Old Goodwit Elisa and Winifred Old Goodw. Neece your are welcome to the Theatre Of fond delights the schoole of vanitie Where various sights seduce the gazer's eye There to be good where nothing tempts to ill Is a faint virtue of the weakest mindes This is a place will try your Constancie Where if it stand unshaken being assail'd As it stood firm where there was nought to shake it Though you do not increase your store of virtue Yet you shall purchase glorie in reserving Those graces which were lov'd admir'd at home Elisa Sir paying first the thanks which my dutie owes Your loving care my promise shall secure Your fear who am the Mistress of a heart Shall stand unshaken as a rock against The furie of the waves amidst that Sea Of which they say Venus her self was born Old Goodw. I will not sinne against the soul of goodnesse In doubting yours Daughter you have a fair Example let your imitation Wait on her virtues Win. Sir I took her for My guide since I first follow'd her and am A servant to her worth and your commands Old Goodw. You shall do well my man hath taken fair And spacious lodgings for us I do wonder They could not hold him to expect our coming If he flie out and my came Dove prove wilde I 'le clip his wings my neece and daughter I Must provide questers to retrive the stray If in my absence Dove return let him Know who 's displeas'd and why Elisa Uncle he shall Old Goodw. And heare you Win forget not you your charge Exit Win. My care is ever servant to your will Elisa Come Cousin let me hear this secret charge Win. You do not long I hope Elisa Not for ripe cherries In winter or for oysters in the dog daies But I must tast this secret Win. I believe The relish will displease but now I think on 't Last night I had the sweetest dream me thought Elisa I will not give a farthing for your thought What task was that my uncle charg'd you with Win Then I 'le disclose what I did mean to keep Close as my maidenhead a sweet young gallant Catching my work did feel his wantonnesse Reveng'd with my sharp needle on which chance He writ such piteous verses in the bloud Which my Steeletto drew t' wod grieve your heart To hear his sad laments he finely swore My little Instrument was Cupid's dart And though the god were blind his darts could see Therefore he said my needle had an eye Then he protested the bloud wherewith he writ Came from his heart which he did call the spring Of Love and Sorrow Elisa Cousin you are unkinde To cheat me with delayes your father did Appoint me your example when I pray Did you finde me a niggard of my thoughts Are you not conscious of all my secrets As if you dwelt within me I love not This nicenesse but if needs we