To gratulate the love and memory of my worthy friend the author, and my entirely beloved fellow the actor, I could not choose, being in the way just when this play was to be published in print, but to prefix some token of my affection to either in the frontispiece of the book. For the gentleman that wrote it, his poem itself can better speak his praise than any oratory from me. Nor can I tell whether this work was divulged with his consent or no; but, howsoever, it hath passed the test of the stage with so general an applause, pity it were but it should likewise have the honour of the press. As for Master Green, all that I will speak of him (and that without flattery) is this (if I were worthy to censure), there was not an actor of his nature, in his time, of better ability in performance of what he undertook, more applauded by the audience, of greater grace at the court, or of more general love in the city: and so with this brief character of his memory I commit him to his rest. THOMAS HEYWOOD. UPON THE DEATH OF THOMAS GREEN. How fast bleak Autumn changeth Flora's dye! What yesterday was Green, now's sear and dry. W.R.[152] [152] Probably William Rowley. DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. SIR LIONEL RASH.} { FOX. OLD GERALDINE. } { GATHERSCRAP. GERALDINE. } { BASKETHILT. WILL RASH. } { SPRINKLE. SPENDALL. } { PRISONERS. STAINES. } { DRAWERS, _&c._ BUBBLE. } { LONGFIELD. } { WOMEN. BALANCE. } { SCATTERGOOD. } { GERTRUDE. NINNIHAMMER. } { JOYCE. MASTER BLANK. } { PHILLIS. PURSENET. } { WIDOW. LODGE. } { SWEATMAN, _a bawd_. HOLDFAST. } { NAN TICKLEMAN, _a whore_. THE CITY GALLANT. _A mercer's shop discovered_, GERTRUDE _working in it;_ SPENDALL _walking by the shop_. MASTER BALANCE _walking over the stage. After him_ LONGFIELD _and_ GERALDINE. SPEND. What lack you, sir? fair stuffs or velvets? BAL. Good morrow, Frank. SPEND. Good morrow, Master Balance. GERA. Save you, Master Longfield. LONG. And you, sir. What business draws you towards this end o' th' town? GERA. Faith, no great serious affairs; only a stirring humour to walk, and partly to see the beauties of the city: but it may be you can instruct me. Pray, whose shop's this? LONG. Why, 'tis Will Rash's father's: a man you are well acquainted with. _Enter a_ WENCH _with a basket of linen_. GERA. As with yourself: and is that his sister? LONG. Marry, is it, sir? GERA. Pray, let us walk: I would behold her better. WENCH. Buy some coifs, handkerchiefs, or very good bonelace, mistress? GERT. None. WENCH. Will you buy any handkerchiefs, sir? SPEND. Yes. Have you any fine ones? WENCH. I'll show you choice: please you look, sir? SPEND. How now! what news?