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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Scoen. II.
Enter Genius.
Sleep in thy Sainted Innocence, Whilst Angels watch in thy defence. Sleep whilst I charm these bubling Streams With Musick, to make sweet thy Dreams; Thy Dreams which truly shall relate The Passages of thy Estate.

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Dumb shew. Enter Alinda, Flavello, two Lieute∣nants, Doctor, Midwife. Exeunt Lieutenants, Doctor, Midwife. Enter Sforza at the other end raging, and the Jaylor, with mute action. Enter King, Petruccio: Alinda whispers the King: he gives a Warrant and Signet to Petruccio: Exit Petruccio. King. kisses Alinda, graces Flavello. Exeunt. All this as the Genius speaks.
Note, first thy Foes in Court conspire Against thy Life, and Villains hire To act thy Tragedy. Loe those the perjur'd Evidence That suggested thine offence, Are hir'd the second time to be Co-actors in thy Tragedie. They have their Fee, and now are sent Towards thee with a vile intent. Ill thrive their purposes. Now note The wrongs that are 'gainst Sforza wrought, Who lives from Speech of all men still, Pent by the Kings abused will; Not knowing of the Treacherie That was conspir'd 'gainst him and thee. Nothing of all that's past knows he, More then he must a Prisoner be; Which doth him much impatience bring: But the bad Queen instructs the King How his vexation he may end, Who strictly for his Head doth send. What from these black intents shall grow, Is not as yet for thee know. Now, holy Soul, I must thee set A course that must thy living get.

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Thou must not beg, nor take for need More then thy Merits proper meed. First therefore, I thy Brain inspire With a Divine Prophetick Fire; Thou shalt be able to Fore-doom The ends of many things to come. Into thy Breast I next infuse The Skill of Med'cine how to use: Learn'd Aesculapius never knew The use of Simples more then you. Many diseas'd by Grief and Pain, Of thee shall Health and Strength obtain. Next Handy-Works and Literature, With Education good and pure, Thou shalt be able to bestow Upon the Country's Youth, and show The Elder sort how to improve Their Wealths by Neighbour-hood and Love: Now when thou from this Trance dost wake, See that thou present Practice make Of these thy Gifts, and fear not then The Practices of Fiends or Men.
Exit Genius.
Eul.
What soft? what sweet? what heavenly Trance was this? I feel my self inspir'd with holy Flame Above the heat of Mortals: sure I have The Spirit of Prophecie, the Gift of Healing, And Art of teaching hidden Mysteries. Thanks Heaven, that first didst send me Patience To sweeten my Afflictions, and now Plentiful means to live, for others Good. Who live but for themselves, are but for show, And stand like barren Trees, where good might grow.
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