The picture a tragaecomaedie : as it was often presented with good allowance, at the Globe, and Blackefriers playhouses, by the Kings Majesties servants / written by Philip Massinger.
A TRAGAE COMAEDIE,
As it was often presented with good
allowance, at the Globe, and
the Kings Majesties
Written by Philip Massinger.
Printed by I. N. for Thomas Walkley and are
to be sould at his shoppe at the Eagle and
Child in Brittains Burse. 1630.
PUBLISHED BY I. N.
PUBLISHED FOR Thomas Walkley
1. Actus secundi Scaena secunda.
Enter Eubulus, Vbaldo, Ricardo, and others.
Are the gentlemen sent before as it was order'd
By the Kings direction to entertaine
Long since, they by this have met him,
And giu'n him the beinvenue.
I hope I neede not
Instruct you in your parts.
How! us my Lord!
Feare not, we know our distances and degrees
To the very inch where we are to salute him.
The state were miserable if the Court had none
Of her owne breede, familiar with all garbes.
Gracious in England, Italie, Spaine or France,
With forme, and punctuallity to receive
Sranger Embassadours. For the Generall
Hee's a meere native, and it matters not
Which way we doe accost him.
'Tis great pitty
That such as sit at the helme provide no better
For the tiraning up of the Gentry. In my judgement
An Academie erected, with large pensions
To such as in a table could set downe
The congecs, cringes, postures, methods, phrase,
Proper to every Nation.
O it were
An admirable piece of worke!
And yet rich fooles
Throw away their charity on Hospitals
For beggers, and lame souldiers, and nere study
The due rega d o complement and court-ship,
Matters of more import, and are indeed
The glories of a Monarchie.
These no doubt
Are state, points, gallants, I confesse, but sure,
Our court needs no aydes this way, since it is
A schoole of nothing else: there are some of you
Whom I for beare to name, whose coyning heads
Are the mints of all new fashions, that have donne
More hurt to the Kingdome by superfluous braverie
Which the foo ish gentry imitate then a war
Or a long famine, all the treasure by
This foule excesse, is got into the marchants,
Embroiderers, silkemans, Jewellers, Taylors hand,
And the third part of the land to, the nobility
Ingrossing titles onely.
My lord you are bitter.