Money is an asse a comedy, as it hath been acted with good applause / written by Tho. Jordain ...

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Money is an asse a comedy, as it hath been acted with good applause / written by Tho. Jordain ...
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Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?
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London :: Printed by Peter Lillicrap, for Fra. Kirkman,
1668.
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Scene the Second.

Enter Clutch Felixina and Feminia.
Clutch.

Come my Felixina, dear Feminia, fie pine no more, husbands are now in search, but I would match you richly, richly Girls— and please your own minds too, Felixina I know you think worthyly of Mr. Money.

Felix.

I never saw him yet Sir:

Clutch.

Right, why doe I say you think but worthyly of him for when you shall but see him (oh) joyful sight you will admire him then.

Felix.

He is your object then, therefore rendring my obedi∣ence to your Age I willingly embrace him.

Clutch.
Thou would'st say thus I know Th'art my obedient Girl continue soe
Felix.

Tis well he spoke it for me, for I protest 'twas far from my thought, in this case my mind tells me, 'twill have it's own dispose for all your Avarice, your will.

Fem.

You are always talking to her of Husbands, and Sutors but you forget for me, I wis, I am as sick oth Maiden disease as my Sister, for all she is my elder.

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Clutch.

And you shall both be cured if Money and Credit be prevailing Physicians, did not I tell thee of Mr. Credit.

Fem.

No, O my credit Sir.

Clutch.

O thy Credit, and thy Credit shall he be I faith Calum∣ney, within there — Calumney.

Calum.

Did you call Sir.

Clutch.

Is not this the day and hour Money and Credit were to keep their words with me,

Calum.

Yes, but Ile be hang'd, and some such Rogue as your self, such a Hell Jaw, do not swallow them before you see them.

Clutch.

Say not so, good Callumney, put me in better comfort.

Callum.

The Devil put you in comfort, hee's like to be bet∣ter rewarded, than I, me thinks he might be more Officious, for 'twill not be long, ere he must receive his due, when is you Lease out Sir.

Fem.

But hast not thou seen thy Golden Sweet-heart, yet.

Felix.

Nor ever care, unless he be of the true Coyn and cur∣rant mettle.

Fem.

But I hope you'l be a good child, and do as your Fa∣ther bids you.

Felix.

What need you care, you shall be married with Credit.

Fem.

And you to Money, then we will call Sisters no more but Ningles, as our Husbands do.

Clutch.

Good Callumney be Officious 't shall be for thy good, I have a Trap for Money, do thou but ayd, thou shalt supplant him, and marry my Eldest Daughrer, contein thy sullen Humour tip thy tongue with words more flattering.

Callum.

You'l be hang'd, ere you'l keep your word.

Clutch.

Doest think, I am a Pagan.

Callum.

You are a Userer, and that's Couzen German, let the Devil be Judge— but ile believe you, and on these conditions endeavour for you all that I can,

Aside

Heeres the Fathers Consent, if I can but obtain the squeamest Whenches— she looks upon me with no scornful eye; Ile put fair for it could I but rule my tongue, there were some hope.

Enter Money and Credit,
Clutch.

Practise my Counsell,

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See they are, Arriv'd kind Mr. Money let me hugg thee, let me imbrace thee, thy voice is heavenly Musique, thy face bewitches th'art my dearest Idol.

Callum.

Now the Devil huggs his darling.

Clutch,

Next Mr. Credit, ye are a pair of Creatures the whole world adores, and happiest am I that must enjoy ye, I am divi∣ded 'twixt ye, you inseperable souls.

Mo.

We keep our words you see.

Cred.

VVe are not meerly Promisers.

Clutch,

VVhy look you now, you'l make me angry with you do ye think I had a thought, you were unjust no by my honesty— these are my Daughters Gentlemen, two bashful younglings a∣bout their years, it was my fault I faith, which since I must con∣fess I have amended.

Callum.

I fear money will be my rival, the Rogue hath a be∣witching Countenance, I wonder the wench looks with no more affectionate eye upon him, fate has ordain'd her mine.

Mo.

Pardon my boldness Lady, 'tis a fault has been by all, ex∣cused, me that now I am to seek of Modesty, to court so fair a Mistriss.

Felix.

Yet you are mine, best beauty.

Callum.

This Money has an excellent tongue.

Cred.

By Credits self, an Oath, I dare not break, I am your in∣finite admirer.

Fem.

Are you Cadeedlo.

Cred.

I dare not take that Oath, unless I knew the meaning.

Fem.

Oh me do you not know the meaning of Cadeedlo.

Cred.

No i'l assure you.

Fem.

I'l tell you then, in that one word Cadeedlo, is conclu∣ded, all the Oaths man can invent.

Cred.

'Tis a most dangerous Oath, but yet her beauty so enti∣ceth me, that rather then i'l loose her love, i'l undertake to swear it,— Then Lady that you may believe, I do admire you, and in that admiration, give my self your Zealous Lover, to you I swear, Cadeedlo I admire you.

Cal.

Go thy ways, thou deserv'st her, for thou has sworn most desperately for her.

Clutch,

Take no repulse— be not slightly denied,

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Musique, Oh Heavenly;

shakes moneys

Cal.

Now the Divel whispers them i'th ears,

Clutch,

A handsome mans Daughter—▪ mark but his sweet Language, my own Boys both,

Mo.

If you'd desire an Oath, by this pure Gold—,

Clutch,

Tak's Oath Daughter, tak's Oath, 'tis a rich protestati∣on, not us'd by every Gallant (Calum) I have not seen so many good faces this two dayes.

Felix.

'Tis your will Sir,

Mo.

Pray take it, I have an Exchequer, more, stands ready for thee, and by that Gold, made purer by your hand I am your Ho∣nourer.

Felix.

I do not question the nobleness of your love, which you term Honour, but give me so sure the freedome of my soul to contemplate before I give you Answer.

Mo.

I did not love you, if I should not, command your time.

Felix.

One day no more,

Mo.

Willingly, most willingly.

Calum.

But one day I must prevent you, Love and Policy be my Aid.

Cred.

Will you not swear then.

Fem.

To what Sir.

Cred.

Why; that you admire me, as I admire you.

Fem.

Indeed, I do admire you.

Cred.

Indeed, Pox of indeeds, swear me Cadeedlo.

Fem.

As I am vertuous I admire you.

Cred.

What care I for your vertue— whats that to Cadeedlo the Oath I swore.

Fem.

Pardon me Sir—, pray hear me Sir.

Clutch,

VVhat is the difference between you.

Fem.

Ther's no difference Sir, we, we Sympathize infinitly,

Clutch,

I am glad on't.

Cred.

A word with you Sir, you know your language, better then I, pray what does she mean by Sympathize.

Clutch,

Sympathize, do you not know the meaning of Sympa∣thize, come hither Calumney, what is Sympathize,

Cullum.

To concurr I think.

Clutch,

VVhat was it Sir Sympathize, this roguish girls, trou∣bles

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all our Noddles with hard words, they did not come to her by the Fathers side, I am sure, why Sympathize is to concurr.

Cred.

To concurr, thats true, for indeed we did begin to snarl one at another—. Yet there is some other meaning Ningle Mo∣ney, a word with you, you are not busie are you, what is the mean∣ing, of concurr, if you know not ask your Mistress.

Felix.

VVhy concurr, is to Sympathize Sir.

Cred.

And Sympathize, is to concurr— Sir, what is meant by Sympathize, or concurr, i'l keep to my self. But your Daughter might use me more kindly.

Clutch,

Feminia, wher's your duty, I must intreat I must.

Fem.

Sir, he would have me swear affection to him ere I have made least Tryal of Love.

Cred.

No peace flattering Women, did not I swear Cadeedlo to thee.

Fem.

And i'l swear the like to you by and by if you'l be pati∣ent.

Cred.

Well, then I am content, if you do not your Father has Ears.

Fem.

And you have a tongue, I make no question you'l re∣member my Taffaty, will you not.

Cred.

When you have sworn much may be thought upon.

Clutch,

Come gallants will you in, Calumney, is the meat come from the Cooks.

Calum.

'Tis gone for Sir,

Clutch,

After dinner finish your discourse, and make an end of all, come my dear Sons welcome.

Exeunt Omnes.

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