Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.
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- Five nevv playes, viz. The English moor, or the mock-marriage. The love-sick court, or the ambitious politique: Covent Garden weeded. The nevv academy, or the nevv exchange. The queen and concubine. / By Richard Brome.
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- Brome, Richard, d. 1652?
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- London, :: Printed for A. Crook at the Green Dragon in Saint Pauls Church-yard, and for H. Brome at the Gunn in Ivy-Lane,
- 1659.
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Pray Gentlemen, if you'll not hear each o∣ther, yet both hear me.
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Scoen. 2. Enter Erasmus, Blithe, Camelion.
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Yes, when you first cast your good liking on me, and I told you.
O'th' Isle of Wight: And what o' that?You wrong me basely, to say I call him any thing; for he gives me nothing.
That daughter, I sent you order to receive for me an hundred pounds. If you finde that your brother the Spendthrift Val. Askal, (Zookes that I) be in any want, furnish him according to your own discretion.
I am Val. Askal, where's the money? My hundred pound, ha' you't.Page 100
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Sir; come away.
I have found a carelesse Curate, that has nothing but a bare Coat too loose shall chopt't up presently. And give him but a piece, he'll fear no Cannon.