_To this place Gentlemen, full many a day_ _We have bid ye welcome; and to many a Play:_ _And those whose angry souls were not diseas'd_ _With Law, or lending Money, we have pleas'd;_ _And make no doubt to do again. This night_ _No mighty matter, nor no light,_ _We must intreat you look for: A good tale,_ _Told in two hours, we will not fail_ _If we be perfect, to rehearse ye: New_ _I am sure it is, and handsome; but how true_ _Let them dispute that writ it. Ten to one_ _We please the Women, and I would know that man_ _Follows not their example? If ye mean_ _To know the Play well, travel with the Scene._ _For it lies upon the Road; if we chance tire,_ _As ye are good men, leave us not i'th' mire,_ _Another bait may mend us: If you grow_ _A little gall'd or weary; cry but hoa,_ _And we'll stay for ye. When our journey ends_ _Every mans Pot I hope, and all part friends._ THE DOUBLE MARRIAGE. A Tragedy. * * * * * The Persons Represented in the Play. Ferrand, _The libidinous Tyrant of_ Naples. Virolet, _A noble Gent, studious of his Countries freedom._ Brissonet, Camillo, _Two honest Gentlemen, confederates with_ Virolet. Ronvere, _A villain, Captain of the Guard._ Villio, _A Court fool._ Castruccio, _A court Parasite._ Pandulpho, _A noble Gentleman of_ Naples, _father to_ Virolet. The Duke of _Sesse, An enemy to_ Ferrand, _proscribed and turn'd Pirate._ Ascanio, _Nephew and successor to_ Ferrand. Boy, _Page to Virolet._ Master. Gunner. Boatswain. Chirurgion. Sailors. Doctor. Citizens. Guard. Soldiers. Servants. WOMEN. Juliana, _The matchl[ess] Wife of_ Virolet, Martia, _Daughter to the Duke of_ Sesse. * * * * * The Scene Naples. * * * * * The principal Actors were _Joseph Tailor_, _Robert Benfield_, _John Underwood_, _George Birch_, _John Lowin_, _Rich. Robinson_, _Nich. Tooly_, _Rich. Sharp_. _Actus Primus. Scæna Prima._ _Enter_ Virolet, _and Boy._ _Vir._ Boy. _Boy._ Sir? _Vir._ If my wife seek me, tell her that Designs of weight, too heavy for her knowledge, Exact my privacy. _Boy._ I shall, Sir. _Vir._ Do then, And leave me to my self. _Boy._ 'Tis a raw morning And would you please to interpret that for duty Which you may construe boldness, I could wish To arm your self against it, you would use More of my service. _Vir._ I have heat within here, A noble heat (good boy) to keep it off, I shall not freeze; deliver my excuse, [_Enter_ Juliana. And you have done your part. _Boy._ That is prevented, My Lady follows you. _Vir._ Since I must be crost then, Let her perform that office. _Boy._ I obey you. [_Exit._