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A50093	Three new playes; viz. The [brace] bashful lover, Guardian, Very woman. As they have been often acted at the private-house in Black-Friers, by His late Majesties Servants, with great applause. / Written by Philip Massenger, Gent. Never printed before.	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Fletcher, John, 1579-1625,	1655 (1655)	Wing M1050; ESTC R202151	128,623	294

servants bosom Duraz. By my holidame Tickling-Philosophy Calist. I am Sir too weak To argue with you but my Stars have better I hope provided for me Cald. If there be Disparity between us 't is in your Compassion to level it Duraz. Give fire to the Mine and blow her up Caliste I am sensible Of what you have endured but on the sudden With my unusual travel and late bruise I am exceeding weary in you grove While I repose my self be you my guard My spirits with some little rest reviv'd We will consider further For my part You shall receive modest and gentle answers To your demands though short perhaps to make you Full satisfaction Cald. I am exalted in the employment sleep secure I 'll be Your vigilant Sentinel Calist. But I command you And as you hope for future grace obey me Presume not with one stoln kiss to disturb The quiet of my slumbers let your temperance And not your lust watch over me Cald. My desires Are frozen till your pitty shall dissolve 'em Duraz. Frozen think not of Frost fool in the Dog-days Remember the old adage and make use of 't Occasion 's bald behinde Calist. Is this your Uncle Cald. And Guardian Madam at your better leisure When I have deserv'd it you may give him thanks For his many favours to me Calist. He appears a pleasant Gentleman Ex. Caldoro and Caliste Dur. You should find me so But that I do hate incest I grow heavy Sirra provide fresh horses I 'll seek out Some hollow tree and dream till you return Which I charge you to hasten Serv. With all care sir Exeunt Enter Cario and Country-men for the Dance and Song Car. Let your eyes be rivetted to my heels and miss not A hairs breadth of my footing our Dance has A most melodious note and I command you To have ears like hares this night for my Lords honor And something for my Worship your reward is To be drunk blind like Moles in the Wine-cellar And though you ne'r see after 't is the better You were born for this nights service And do you hear Wire-string and Cats-guts men and strong-breath'd Hoboys For the credit of your calling have not your Instruments To tune when you should strike up but twang sit perfectly As you would read your Neckverse and you Warbler Keep your Wind-pipe moist that you may not spit and hem When you should make division How I sweat Authority is troublesom They are come I know it by the Cornet that I plac'd On the hill to give me notice Marshal your selves I' the Rear the Van is yours Now chant it spritely Enter Adorio Mirtilla Camillo Lentulo Donato Ador. A well-penn'd Ditty Song Cam. Not ill sung Ador. What follows Car. Use your eyes if ever now your master-piece Dance Ador. 'T is well perform'd take that but not from me 'T is your new Ladies bounty thank her for 't All that I have is hers Car. I must have three shares For my pains and properties the rest shall be Divided equally Ex. Cario Rastici Mirt. My real fears Begin and soon my painted comforts vanish In my discovery Ador. Welcome to your own You have a wonder in a woman kept Three long hours silence and the greater holding Your own choice in your arms a blessing for which I will be thankfull to you nay unmask And let mine eye and ears together feast Too long by you kept empty Oh you want Your womans help I 'll do her office for you Puls off her mask Mirtilla Cam. It is she and wears the habit In which Caliste three days since appeared As she came from the Temple Lent All this trouble for a poor Waiting-maid Don. We are grossly gull'd Ador. Thou child of impudence answer me and truly Or though the tongues of Angels pleaded mercy Tortures shall force it from thee Mirt. Innocence is free and open breasted of what crime Stand I accus'd my Lord Ador. What crime no language Can speak it to the height I shall become Discourse for fools and drunkards How was this Contriv'd who help'd thee in the plot discover Were not Caliste's aydes in 't Mirt. No on my life nor am I faulty Ador. No what may games this Didst thou treat with me for thy Mistriss favors To make sale of thine own Mirt. With her and you I have dealt faithfully you had her Letter With the Jewel I presented she receiv'd Your courteous answer and prepar'd herself To be remov'd by you And howsoever You take delight to hear what you have done From my simplicity and make my weakness The subject of your mirth as it suits well With my condition I know you have her In your possession Ador. How has she left her mothers house Mirt. You drive this nail too far Indeed she deeply vow'd at her departure To send some of your Lordships servants for me Though you were pleas'd to take the pains your self That I might still be near her as a shadow To follow her the substance Ador. She is gone then Mirt. This is too much but good my Lord forgive me I come a Virgin hither to attend My noble Mistress though I must confess I look with sore eyes upon her good fortune And wish it were mine own Ador. Then as it seems you do yourself affect me Mirt. Should she hear me And in her sudden fury kill me for 't I durst not Sir deny it since you are A man so form'd that not poor I alone But all our sex like me I think stand bound To be enamour'd of you Ador. O my fate how justly am I punish'd in thee punish'd For my defended wantonness I that scorn'd The Mistress when she sought me now I would Upon my knees receive her am become A prey unto her Bondwoman My honor too neglected for this purchase Art thou one of those Ambitious Serving-women who contemning Th' embraces of their Equals aim to be The wrong way Ladifi'd by a Lord was there No forward Page or Footman in the City To do the feat that in thy lust I am chosen To be the executioner dar'st thou hope I can descend so low Mirt. Great Lords sometimes For change leave calvered Sammon and eat Sprats In modesty I dare speak no more Cam. If 't were a Fish-day though you like it not I could say I have a stomach and would content my self With this pretty Whiting-mop Ador. Discover yet how thou cam'st to my hands Mirt. My Lady gone Fear of her mothers rage she being found absent Mov'd me to flie and quitting of the house You were pleas'd unask'd to comfort me I us'd No sorceries to bewitch you then vouchsaf'd Thanks ever to the darkness of the night To hug me in your arms and I had wrong'd My breeding near the Court had I refus'd it Ador. This is still more bitter canst thou ghess to whom Thy Lady did commit herself Mirt. They were horsemen as you are Ador. In the name of wonder How could they pass

to be No other heat but what Glows from thy purest flames shal warm this bosom Nor Florence nor all Monarchs of the earth Shall keep thee from me Enter Lorenzo Gonzaga Uberti Farneze Manfroy two waiting-Waiting-women Gal. I fear gracious Lady Our conference hath been oreheard Mat. The better Your part is acted give me leave at distance To zanie it sir on my knees thus prostrate Before your feet Lor. This must not be I shall Both wrong my self and you in suffering it Mat. I will grow here and weeping thus turn marble Unless you hear and grant the first petition A virgin and a Princess ever tendred Nor doth the suit concern poor me alone It hath a strong reference to you And to your honor and if you deny it Both ways you suffer Remember sir you were not Born only for your self Heavens liberal hand Design'd you to command a potent Nation Gave you heroick valour which you have Abus'd in making unjust war upon A neighbour Prince a Christian while the Turk Whose scourge and terror you should be securely Wastes the Italian Confines 't is in you To force him to pull in his horned Crescents And 't is expected from you Lor. I have been in a dream and now begin to wake Mat. And will you forbear to reap the harvest of such glories Now ripe and at full growth for the embraces Of a flight woman or exchange your triumphs For chamber-pleasures melt your able nerves That should with your victorious sword make way Through the Armies of your Enemies in loose And wanton dalliance Be your self great sir The thunderbolt of war and scorn to sever Two hearts long since united your example May teach the Prince Uberti to subscribe To that which you allow of Lor. The same tongue That charm'd my sword out of my hand and threw A frozen numness on my active spirit Hath dis-enchanted me Rise fairest Princess And that it may appear I do receive Your councel as inspir'd from heaven I will Obey and follow it I am your debtor And must confess you have lent my weakned reason New strengths once more to hold a full command Over my passions Here to the world I freely do profess that I disclaim All interest in you and give up my title Such as it is to you sir and as far As I have power thus join your hands Gonz. To yours I add my full consent Uber. I am lost Farneze Far: Neerer to the port then you suppose In me our laws speak and forbid this contract Mat. Ay me new stops Gal. Shall we be ever cross'd thus Far. There is an Act upon record confirm'd By your wise predecessors that no Heir Of Mantua as questionless the Princess Is the undoubted one must be join'd in marriage But where the match may strengthen the estate And safety of the Dukedom Now this Gentleman However I must stile him honorable And of a high desert having no power To make this good in his alliance stands Excluded by our laws whereas this Prince Of equal merit brings to Mantua The power and Principality of Parma And therefore since the great Duke hath let fall His plea there lives no Prince that justlier can Challenge the Princess favor Lor. Is this true sir Gonz. I cannot contradict it Enter Manfroy Manf. There 's an Ambassador From Milain that desires a present audience His business is of highest consequence As he affirms I know him for a man Of the best rank and quality Gal. From Milain Gonz. Admit him How so low Enter Ambassador and Julio with a Letter which he presents on his knee to Galeazo Amb. I am sorry sir to be the bringer of this heavy news But since it must be known Gal. Peace rest with him I shall find fitter time to mourn his loss My faithful servant too Julio Jul. I am orejoy'd to see your Highness safe Gal. Pray you peruse this And there you 'll find that the objection The Lord Farneze made is fully answer'd Gonz. The great John Galeas dead Lor. And this his brother the absolute Lord of Milain Mat. I am reviv'd Uber. There 's no contending against destiny I wish both happiness Enter Alonzo Maria Octavio Pisano Martino Lor: Married Alonzo I will salute your Lady she 's a fair one And seal your pardon on her lips Gonz. Octavio welcom even to my heart Rise I should kneel To thee for mercy Oct: The poor remainder of My age shall truly serve you Mat. You resemble a Page I had Ascanio Asc. I am your Highness servant still Lor. All stand amaz'd At this unlook'd for meeting But defer Your several stories Fortune here hath shewn Her various power but Vertue in the end Is crown'd with laurel Love hath done his parts too And mutual friendship after bloody jars Will cure the wounds received in our wars Exeunt omnes FINIS EPILOGUE PRay you Gentlemen keep your seats something I would Deliver to gain favour if I could To us and the still doubtful Author He When I desir'd an Epilogue answer'd me 'T was to no purpose He must stand his fate Since all intreaties now would come too late You being long since resolv'd what you would say Of him or us as ye rise or of the Play A strange old Fellow yet this sullen mood Would quickly leave him might it be understood You part not hence displeas'd I am design'd To give him certain notice If you find Things worth your liking shew it Hope and Fear Though different passions have the self-same ear THE GUARDIAN A COMICAL-HISTORY As it hath been often acted at the Private-House in Black-Friars by his late MAJESTIES Servants with great Applause Written by PHILIP MASSENGER Gent. LONDON Printed for Humphrey Moseley and are to be sold at his shop at the sign of the Prince's Arms in St. Pauls Church-yard 1655 PROLOGUE AFter twice putting forth to Sea his Fame Shipwrack'd in either and his once known Name In two years silence buried perhaps lost I' the general opinion at our cost A zealous sacrifice to Neptune made For good success in his uncertain trade Our Author weighs up anchors and once more Forsaking the security of the shore Resolves to prove his fortune What 't will be Is not in him or us to prophesie You only can assure us Yet he pray'd This little in his absence might be said Designing me his Orator He submits To the grave censure of those abler Wits His weakness nor dares he profess that when The Critiques laugh he 'l laugh at them agen Strange self-love in a writer He would know His errors as you find 'em and bestow His future studies to reform from this What in another might be judg'd amiss And yet despair not Gentlemen though he fear His strengths to please we hope that you shall hear Some things so writ as you may truly say He hath not quite forgot to make a Play As 't is with malice rumour'd His intents Are fair and though he want the complements Of

proof Sir Apo. Pray what 's the price of this Red-bearded fellow If his Call be good I have certain uses for him Mast. My Sorrel slaves are of a lower price Because the colours faint Fifty Chekeens Sir Apo. What be his vertues Mast. He will poyson Rats Make him but angry and his eyes kill Spiders Let him but fasting spit upon a Tode And presently it bursts and dies his dreams kill He 'll run you in a wheel and draw up water But if his Nose drop in 't 't will kill an army When ye have worn him to the Bones with uses Thrust him into an Oven luted well Dry him and beat him flesh and bone to powder And that kills Scabs and Aches of all clymates Apo. Pray at what distance may I talk to him Mast. Give him but Sage and Butter in a morning And there 's no fear But keep him from all women For there his poyson swells most Apo. I will have him Cannot he breed a plague too Mast. Yes yes yes Feed him with Fogs probatum Now to you Sir Do you like this slave Cuc. Yes if I like his price well Mast. The price is full an hundred nothing bated Sirrah sell the Moors there feel he 's high and lusty And of a gamesom nature bold and secret Apt to win favor of the man that owns him By diligence and duty Look upon him Doct. Do ye hear Sir Mast. I 'll be with you presently Mark but his limbs that slave will cost ye fourscore An easie price turn him about and view him For these two Sir why they are the finest children Twins on my credit sir Do you see this Boy sir He will run as far from ye in an hour Cit. Will he so sir Mast. Conceive me rightly if upon an errand As any horse you have Cit. What will this Girl do Mast. Sure no harm at all sir For she sleeps most an end Cit. An excellent house-wife Of what Religion are they Mast. What you will sir So there be meat and drink in 't they 'll do little That shall offend ye for their chief desire Is to do nothing at all sir Cuc. A hundred is too much Mast. Not a doit bated He 's a brave slave his eye shows activeness Fire and the mettle of a man dwells in him Here 's one you shall have Cuc. For what Mast. For nothing And thank ye too Doct. What can he do Mast. Why any thing that 's ill And never blush at it He 's so true a theef That he will steal from himself and think he has got by it He stole out of his Mothers belly being an Infant And from a lousie Nurse he stole his nature From a Dog his look and from an Ape his nimbleness He will look in your face and pick your pockets Rob ye the most wise Rat of a Cheese-paring There where a Cat will go in he will follow His body has no backbone In to my company He stole for I never bought him and will steal in to yours And ye stay a little longer Now if any of ye Be given to the excellent art of lying Behold before ye here the master-piece He will out-lie him that taught him Monsieur Devil Offer to swear he has eaten nothing in a twelve moneth When his mouth 's full of Meat Cuc. Pray keep him he 's Jewel And here 's your money for this fellow Mast. He 's yours sir Cuc. Come follow me Exit with Don John Cit. Twenty Chekeens for these two Mast. For five and twenty take 'em Cit. There 's your money I 'll have 'em if it be to sing in Cages Mast. Give 'em hard Eggs you never had such Black birds Cit. Is she a Maid do'st think Mast. I dare not swear Sir She is nine year old at ten you shall finde few here Cit. A merry fellow thou say'st true Come children Exit with the Moors Doct. Here tell your money if his life but answer His outward promises I have bought him cheap Sir Mast. Too cheap a conscience he 's a pregnant Knave Full of fine thoughts I warrant him Doct. He 's but weak timber'd Mast 'T is the better He will turn Gentleman a great deal sooner Doct. Very weak Legs Mast. Strong as the time allows Sir Doct. What 's that fellow Mast. Who this The finest thing in all the world Sir The punctuallest and the perfitest an English mettle But coyn'd in France your servants servant Sir Do you understand that or your shadows servant Will you buy him to carry in a Box Kiss your hand sirrah Let fall your cloak on one shoulder face to your left hand Fether your Hat slope your Hat now charge your honor What think you of this fellow Doct. Indeed I know not I never saw such an Ape before But hark you Are these things serious in his nature Mast. Yes yes Part of his Creed come do some more devices Quarrel a little and take him for your enemy Do it in dumb show Now observe him nearly Doct. This fellow 's mad stark mad Mast. Believe they are all so I have sold a hundred of 'em Doct. A strange Nation What may the women be Mast. As mad as they And as I have heard for truth a great deal madder Yet you may finde some civil things amongst 'em But they are not respected Nay never wonder They have a City Sir I have been in 't And therefore dare affirm it where if you saw With what a load of vanity 't is fraughted How like an everlasting Morris-dance it looks Nothing but Hobby-horse and Maid-marrian You would start indeed Doct. They are handsom men Mast. Yes If they would thank their Maker And seek no further but they have new Creators God Tailor and God Mercer a kinde of Jews Sir But faln into Idolatry for they worship Nothing with so much service as the Cow-calfs Doct. What do mean you by Cow-calfs Mast. Why their women Will you see him do any more tricks Doct. 'T is enough I thank ye But yet I 'll buy him for the rareness of him He may make my princely patient mirth and that done I 'll claim him in my study that at void hours I may run o'r the story of his Country Mast. His price is forty Doct. Hold I 'll once be foolish And buy a lump of levity to laugh at Apo. Will your worship walk Doct. How now Apothecary Have you been buying too Apo A little Sir A dose or two of mischief Doct. Fare ye well Sir As these prove we shall look the next wind for ye Mast. I shall be with ye Sir Doct. Who bought this fellow 2. Cit. Not I Apo. Nor I Doct. Why do's he follow us then Mast. Did not I tell ye he would steal to ye 2. Cit. Sirrah You mouldy chops know you crib I would wish you And get from whence you came Slave I came from no place Doct. Wilt thou be my fool for fools they say will tell truth Sla. Yes if you

John Had Fortune meant me so Excellent Lady Time had not much wronged me Al. Wilt thou serve me John In all my prayers Madam Else such a misery as mine but blasts ye Al. Beshrew my heart he speaks well wondrous honestly Aside John Madam your loving Lord stays for ye Leon. I thank ye Your pardon for an hour deer friend Al. Your pleasure Leon. I deerly thank ye sir Exit Leonora John My humblest service She views me narrowly yet sure she knows me not I dare not trust the time yet nor I must not Al. Ye are not as your habit shews John No Madam His hand that for my sins lies heavy on me I hope will keep me from being a slave to the devil Al. A brave cleer minde he has and nobly season'd What Country are ye of John A Biscan Lady Al. No doubt a Gentleman John My father thought so Alm. I and I warrant thee a right fair woman Thy mother was he blushes that confirms it Upon my soul I have not seen such sweetness I prethee blush again John 'T is a weakness Madam I am easily this way woo'd too Al. I thank ye Of all that ere I saw thou art the perfittest Aside Now you must tell me sir for now I long for 't John What would she have Al. The story of your fortune The hard and cruel fortune brought you hither John That makes me stagger yet I hope I am hid still Aside That I came hither Madam was the fairest Al. But how this misery ye bear fell on ye John Infandum regina jubes renovare dolorem Al. Come I will have it I command ye tell it For such a speaker I would hear for ever John Sure Madam 't wil but make you sad and heavy Because I know your goodness full of pity And 't is so poor a subject too and to your ears That are acquainted with things sweet and easie So harsh a harmony Al. I prethee speak it John I ever knew Obedience the best Sacrifice Honor of Ladies then first passing over Some few years of my youth that are impertinent Let me begin the sadness of my story Where I began to loose my self to love first Al. 'T is well go forward Some rare peece I look for John Not far from where my Father lives a Lady A neighbor by blest with as great a beauty As nature durst bestow without undoing Dwelt and most happily as I thought then And blest the house a thousand times she dwelt in This beauty in the blossom of my youth When my first fire knew no adulterate Incense Nor I no way to flatter but my fondness In all the bravery my friends could shew me In all the faith my innocence could give me In the best language my true Tongue could tell me And all the broken sighs my sick heart lend me I su'd and serv'd Long did I love this Lady Long was my travel long my trade to win her With all the duty of my Soul I serv'd her Al. How feelingly he speaks and she lov'd you too It must be so John I would it had deer Lady This story had been needless and this place I think unknown to me Al. Were your bloods equal John Yes and I thought our hearts too Al. Then she must love John She did but never me she could not love me She would not love she hated more she scorn'd me And in so poor and base a way abus'd me For all my services for all my bounties So bold neglects flung on me Al. An ill woman Be-like you found some Rival in your love then John Aside How perfectly she points me to my story Madam I did and one whose pride and anger Ill manners and worse man she doted on Doted to my undoing and my ruine And but for honor to your sacred beauty And reverence to the noble Sex though she fall As she must fall that durst be so unnoble I should say something unbeseeming me What out of love and worthy love I gave her Shame to her most unworthy minde to fools To girls and fidlers to her boys she flung And in disdain of me Al. Pray ye take me with ye Of what complexion was she John But that I dare not Commit so great a sacriledge 'gainst vertue She look'd not much unlikely though far far short Some thing I see appears your pardon Madam Her eyes would smile so but her eyes would cousin And so she would look sad but yours is pity A noble Chorus to my wretched story Hers was disdain and cruelty Al. Pray Heaven Mine be no worse he has told me a strange story Aside And said 't would make me sad he is no lier But where begins this poor state I will have all For it concerns me truly John Last to blot me From all remembrance what I have been to her And how how honestly how nobly serv'd her 'T was thought she set her gallant to dispatch me 'T is true he quarrell'd without place or reason We fought I kill'd him Heav'ns strong hand was with me For which I lost my Countrey Friends acquaintance And put my self to Sea where a Pirate took me Forcing this habit of a Turk upon me And sold me here Al. Stop there a while but stay still In this mans story how I look how monstrous How poor and naked now I shew what Don John In all the vertue of his life but aim'd at This thing hath conquer'd with a tale and carried Forgive me thou that guid'st me Never Conscience Touch'd me till now nor true love Let me keep it Leon. She is there speak to her you will finde her altered Enter Pedro and Leonora Ped. Sister I am glad to see you but far gladder To see you entertain your health so well Al. I am glad to see you too sir and shall be gladder Shortly to see you all Ped. Now she speaks heartily What do ye want Al. Onely an hour of privateness I have a few thoughts Ped. Take your full contentment We 'll walk aside again but first to you friend Or I shall much forget my self My best friend Command me ever ever you have won it John Your Lordship overflows me Leon. 'T is but due sir Exeunt Al. He 's there still Come sir to your last part now Which onely is your name and I dismiss you Why whether go ye John Give me leave good Madam Or I must be so seeming rude to take it Al. You shall not go I swear you shall not go I ask ye nothing but your name ye have one And why should that thus fright you John Gentle Madam I cannot speak pray pardon me a sickness That takes me often ties my tongue Go from me My fit 's infectious Lady Alm. Were it death In all his horrors I must ask and know it Your sickness is unwillingness Hard heart To let a Lady of my youth and place Beg thus long for a trifle John Worthiest Lady Be wise and let me go you 'll bless me