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.

Scoen. III.

Enter Lodovico, Eulalia, Andrea.

Lod.

Depart good neighbours, good people all de∣part: shee'l come abroad again to morrow. Within Heaven bless our Holy woman.

Andr.

She thanks you all good People, pray de∣part, To morrow you shall have the second part: She shall appear again unto you; pray depart, The men in Peace, the Wives in quietness,

And let your bigger children still the less.

[All within.]

Heaven bless our Holy woman.

Andr.

So, now the Hubbub's gone: I pray pass on. I shall be as weary of the Cottage, as of the Court, If this noise hold: here's thrusting and crowding As much as there, onely here they have less Pride.

Eul.

VVas ever comfort in the Court like this?

Lod.

I never liv'd till now.

Enter three country-men more.

Andr.

Here come more of our weather-headed wise neighbours.

Pog.

Heaven bless our Holy woman.

1.

Heaven bless your Holiness.

2.

Nay then Heaven bless our Sacred Soveraign.

Eul.

This Homage fits not me.

1.

We had not liv'd but by your sacred means; And will no longer live then be your Subjects.

Eul.

You go about to cast away your lives: In serving or in succouring me, you fall Into Rebellion against the King.

2.

We have no King nor Queen but you. Heaven bless your Majesty.

Omn.

Heaven bless your Majestie.

Andr.

That was pronounc'd bravely; O my brave new neighbours!

Eul.

Y' are Traytors All.

1.

In honouring our Soveraign?

Andr.

I, well said, hold her to it.

Eul.

How dare you call me so?

2.

VVe dare, and can prove it good and lawful. This Province is engag'd unto you Madam, The King made it your Joynture: and we find No reason but you instantly possesse it.

Eul.

VVhat, and the King alive?

1.

He's dead to you.

Lol.

Yes, yes, he's dead to you.

Andr.

VVell said again: that's a sound point, be∣sworn These be true Blades.

Eul.

I tremble but to hear you, And will not live an hour amongst you more But with this freedom, To use my fair obedience to the King.

2.

You shall obey the King then, and we'll obey your Majesty.

Eul.

O let that Title die with my late Fortune: Remember it no more, but let me be As one of you; nay rather, an Inferior, Or I from this abiding must remove: Of which I first made choice in truth for love.

3.

O Madam!

Eul.

Take heed good neighbours, Beware how you give Dignitie or Title; therein you may transgress.

2.

No whit good Madam. Observe the Dialect of France, And you shall find Madam given there in Courtesie, To women of low Fortunes, unto whom 'Tis held a poore addition, though great Queens Do grace and make it Royal.

Eul.

'Tis then the Greatness of The Person dignifies the Titles, not it the Person.

1.

And in that, Madam, you are in your content Above all Title's proper to great Princes: But setting this aside, how thrive your Scholars?

Eul.

We go fairly on.

[Enter 1. Girl.]

look you Sir, Here's one that knew no letter in the Book Within these ten days, can read hitherto, And waits for a new lesson: proceed hither— And at your hour Ile hear you.

1. Girl.

Yes for∣sooth Mistresse.

Enter 2. Girl.

Eul.

Good Girl, well said: nay, nay, hold up your head: so, so, 'tis very well: let's see your Samplar:

what an hearts ease is here! Lod. Right in its per∣fect Colours.

Eul.

Nay shee'l do well: now take me out this Flower. Keep your work clean, and you shall be a good Maid.

Enter 3. Girl.

Now where's your writing book?

3. Girl,

'Tis here for∣sooth. Pray shall I haye a Joyn-hand Copy next?

Eul.

No child, you must not Joyn-hand yet: you must your letters and your minums better first. Take heed, you may Joyn-hand too soon, and so mar all: still youth desires to be too forward. Go take your Lute, and let me hear you sing the last I taught you.

[Song]

Enter 4. Girls.