The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome.

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The sparagus garden a comedie. Acted in the yeare 1635. by the then Company of Revels, at Salisbury Court. The author Richard Brome.
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Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
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London :: Printed by I. Okes, for Francis Constable, and are to be sold at his shop in Kings-street at the signe of the Goat, and in Westminster-hall,
1640.
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Act 3. Scene 4.
Enter two boyes, they cover a Table, two bottles of wine, Dishes of Sugar, and a dish of Sparagus.
Gil.

ANd what's the price of this feast boy?

Boy.

Plaist ill Monsieur.

Gil.

What a•…•…t thou a French-man?

Boy.

No, I tooke you for one sir, to bargaine for your meate be∣fore you eate it, that is not the generous English fashion, you shall know anon sir.

Gil.

Goe get you gone with your wit, and tell your prodigall fooles so.

Wat.

Goe, we'll call when we want attendance.

Ex. Boy.
Gil.

Sam you are too sad; let not your disguise alter you with us: Come here's a health to the Hans in Kelder, and the mother of the boy, if it prove so.

Sam.

Ile pledge it.

Wat.

We want Sir Hugh Mony-laok•…•… here to discourse the vertues of this precious plant Asparagus, and what wonders it hath wrought in Burgundy, Almaino, Italy, and Languedoc before the herborists had found the skill to plant it here.

Sam.

What's he to whom weeseeke?

Wat.

Who mine Vncle, Sir Arnold Cautious; he'll come, ne're doubt him; he seldom misses a day to pry and piere upon the beau∣ties that come to walke here.

Gil.

Tis such a Knightling, Ile but give yee his Character, and and he comes I warrant thee▪ he is an infinite admirer of beauty, and dares not touch a woman: he is aged about fifty, and a▪ batche∣lour: he defies wed locke, because he thinkes there is not a mai∣den▪head in any marriagable beauty to be found among Wo∣men.

Sam.

Yet you say he is an admirer and hunter after the sight of beauty.

Gil.

He gets a crick in his neck oft-times with squinting up at windowes and Belconies; and as he walkes the streets, he peepes on both sides at faire breasts and faces, as he were seeking Birds∣nests; and followes pretty feet and insteps like a hare tracker.

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Wat.

This is still mine Vncle.

Gil.

And when he sees a Coach of Ladies about to alight, hee makes a stand, in hope to see a delicate legge slip through a lac'd smocke, which if he chance to discover he drivells.

Sam.

Well, how your plot may hold to my purpose I cannot see: he is the unlikeliest man to have a wench put upon that you can mention.

Gil.

I grant the attempt is hard, but the higher will be the at∣chievement: trust my experience Sam: for as in every instru∣ment are all tunes to him that has the skill to find out the stops, so in every man there are all humours to him that can find their faussets, and draw 'hem out to his purpose.

Wat.

Feare not the plot, as we have cast it, nor the perfor∣mance in the Comedy, though against mine owne Naturall Vncle.

Gil.

Thy unnaturall Vuncle thou would'st say; hee ne're did thee good in's life: Act but thine owne part, and be not out Sam, and feare nothing.

Wat.

He's somewhat too yong to act a rorer: but what Iads have we seene passe for souldiers?

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