A Tragi-COMEDY, called NEW-Market-FAYRE, OR A PARLIAMENT Outcry: OF State-Commodities, SET TO SALE. The Prologue sung by the Crier. Come, come away, to the Fair I say, for now 'tis the Saint's Market-Day: Here be pretty things, toys for your new Kings, Sceptres: Crowns Diamonds and Rings: Manors for pleasure, good land for your treasure▪ good People, here is measure for measure. Come Tom and ●oll, jane, C●sse, Sue, and Doll, and wise Aldermen of the City, See but this Play, and before you go away you'll say 'tis wondrous printy. Welcome, Welcome with al● my heart, For now the Crier must mind his Part. The Second Edition, Corrected and amended by the Author. Printed at you may go look. 1649. To his Noble Friend the Man in the Moon, in Commendations of his Tragi-Coemedy called NEW-Market-FAYRE. PRoceed, Dear friend; and bid them do their worst; Tell them their Acts are like themselves accursed: Thine are more blest, and happy, that give sight To blinde-men; thy Moon i'th' eclipse puts out their light. But when our So● but deigns to appear In the bright Orb of his Right Hemisphere: Then shall State-Glow-worms vanish to their graves, So ends thy Play, and so will end such Knaves. Mean while thou hast the wishes of my heart, This Gold to boot, to write thy Second Part. Thine W. M. B. In. Tem▪ The Actors Names. Fairfax. Crumwell. Their Wives. Ireton. Mildmay. Skippon. Pride. Martin. Half a score Aldermen. Rains broughs widow. Two Criers. Three Messengers. The Scene WESTMINSTER. A Tragi-COMEDY, called NEW-Market-FAYRE, OR A PARLIAMENT Outcry: OF State-Commodities, SET TO SALE. Enter CRYER with a Crown and Sceptre, a Cabinet of Jewels, Suits and Robes belonging to the late King. Cryer. O Yes, O yes, O yes; here is a golden Crown, worth many a hundred Pound; 'twill fit the head of a Fool, Knave, or Clown; 'twas lately taken from the Royal Head, of a King Martyred; Who bids most? Here is a Sceptre for to sway a kingdom a new reformed way; 'twas usurped from one we did lately betray; pray Customers come away: Here be Jewels of wondrous price, they will dazzle both your eyes; come, come, who buys: here be suits of the Kings, Bands, Shirts and Shoestrings; Here be S ockings; here be shoes and cuffs, and double double Ruffs; here be cloaks, hats and gloves, Rings and Bracelets of His Dear Loves; Here be boots and spurs, and bloody handkerchiefs; with his Robes that be royal, his Watch & sun-dial; Here be Cabinets with Letters, to instruct all your betters; his Meditations and Prayer-book, in which all Nations may look; here is his Hair and royal Blood, shed for his Subjects good; here be Liberaries and Books, and Pictures that contain his Looks; Here you may all things buy, that belong to Monarchy; Here's a Bowl his blood to Carouse with the Goods belonging to his House; here be rich Hang, Chairs and Stools, belonging to the House of Lordly Fools; here be seats of Woolpacks, and many pretty Knacks. Come customers buy, for the STATE wants money, my Candle is light, and I shut up before night. Enter Fairfax, Cromwell, Ireton, Pride, Martin, Mildmay, and Skippon. Fair. GEntlemen, welcome to New-Market-Fayre; Here are Commodities worth your Purchasing; the spoils of Tyrant Kings, and of incestuous Queens▪ which We have crushed by power of Arms; and made them taste Our high Displeasure at large, when Victory was proud to honour Us at Nasbys happy Field. I hope you'll give me leave to choose what I like best. Crum. My Lord, the Fair is proclaimed, and Free: you have no greater privilege than the meanest here; our Interest's all alike in every parcel. Cry. What want ye Gentlemen? here's Stately Ware; The Goods o'th' King, and his Exiled Heir. Crum. Where is the Crown that Col. Martin took from the Abbey at Westminster, some four years since? I think it fits my Temples, and i● the richest save one, an● that the Rebel Earl of Derby hath i'th' Isle of Man. Cryer. Here 'tis Sir; try it on: So, now 'tis sure, And makes you look more like a King than Brewer. Fair. 'Tis most my ●ight, and best becomes my head. Crum. Not yet my Lord, till OLIVER be dead. Better to Strait, then to have none at all, aside. Were it but on,— yours should quickly fall? Here's a hundred pound in gold for it; And here's the Purse was given me by a Citt. Cry. A hundred pound bid for the royal Crown of England; who bids any more? Fair. Here 'tis treble. Cry. Three hundred pound bid for the royal Crown of England; who bids more? Cr●m. I'll have't in spite of Fairfax or Fate, Although I buyed at ne'er so dear a rate: Here's five hundred pounds; and now 'tis mine. Fair. But not so hasty sir; Here's a thousand for it: And more; because I'll make it sure, I'll give thee in my Basin and my Vre. Crom. I caused the Owner of it lose his head, And shall I lose his Crown now he is dead? No: Did it encompass the powerful brows of JOVE, I'd storm the Heavens, and fetch it from above. Fair. Are you content to share it then? Crom. No: A Crown admits no Rival; I'll all or none, He sits unsafe that doth divide his Throne. Enter my Lady Fairfax, and Mrs. Crumwell. Fair. I'll try that presently. draws his sword. M C●um. Do if thou dar'st; (she stands straddling betwixt.) Run thy Blade in a Woman, do, Thou white. liver'd Knave thou; thou art marked for a Rogue; Wooed I were a man for thy sake. Uds. fut Ide— Lady Fair. What wooed ye Mistress Yeast and Grains; marry foh— Come up Small-beer: You'd make your nose as red-hot as your husbands, and thrust it into his Fizzling-place, wooed ye not, Mistress Brazen-face. Mrs. Crom. Call me Mistress brazen-face;—; thou Rotterdam slut thou;— call me brazzen-face. Thou look'st more liker a Mistress fools-face, or like thy Husbands-face, than I do a brazzen-face, or a copper-face either; Come, come; I never had a Bastard by another man, when my Husband was at the Leaguer before Breda; nor I keep not c●mpany with Cavaliers at Taverns; nay at Bawdy Taverns too, when thy Tom Innocent has been in fight. Gorge me that, Gorge me that Madam Turn-tayle. makes horn●. Fair. You'll peace you Shee-Otter, I'll make ye take your Copper else; and for Dives-face thy husband, I'll deal well enough with him— come fire-snowt, draw. Mild. Nay, good my Lord, put up your sword; we shall ere long I fear have occasion enough to use your Valour: Fie, fie, in your own Country? wrong your own Country? 'tis the way to make us lose all we have got and fetch the Prince in amongst us: I'll to the Counsel of State, and take up the business to all your contents I'll warrant ye; in the mean time you may equally divide the Houses and goods of the late King Queen and Prince amongst us; you two shall cast lots, which shall be King of England, and which of Ireland C●m. Gen. Ireton Prince of Wales, myself Master of the horse, and clerk of your Majesty's Jewels; Col. Pride will be content with Oatelands, Wood-stock, or Greenwich to brew in: Mr. Martin Lord Chamberlain; Keeper of your Concubines, or Gentleman-Usher to one of your Queens; your Wives may enjoy all the Queen's rights; and Major Skippon be made Lord High Constable of England; Mr. Goodwin Archbishop o● Canterbury, Mr. Owen Archbishop of York, and Hugh Peter's of London, john Bradshaw Lord Chief Justice, Steel, R●lls, etc. of the privy Counsel, pembroke Controller; Denb●igh Yeoman of the Wine-cellar. ●lemming Master-Cook, Selden Secretary of State, my Lady Kent Laundress, Miles Corbet Scullion; and then we shall have a Kingdom well governed, and all the People contented to the full: Is not this better than fight and weakening yourselves to strengthen the Enemy? Come come, let's be all Peace, and cease base jars, We look for foreign, not domestic Wars. Omnes, Content, content; all is Peace, all is Peace. Mrs. Crum. But think ye that WE can brook any thing that was the late Queens; No she was a Strumpet, & a Baggage, and all her Goods smell of Popety, and savour as strong as the Whore of babylon; If the Kingdom will not be at the Charge to find me all things New, by my troth, I will not be their Queen. Do ye think that I'll be Odious to my People? No; they shall be proud of the Ornaments I wear. The Gods themselves shall for my Love implore, My People (ike some Goddess) me adore. Crom. Be but content, my Dear, the glory of the world is thine. Thou hast both Indies at thy beck; Thy train Shall be held up by Queens of France and Spain Ex Om. The Scene changing. Enter a Surveigher, and presents a Landscape, wherein is discovered all the King's Manors, Parks, Chases, Forests, with Horses and Dear feeding. Enter a malignant CRYER. Cryer. O Yes, O yes, O yes, Who buys any of the late King's Revenues belonging to His Crown, worth many a hundred Thousand pounds; Here be Manors, Parks, Forests and Chases, and good Timber trees that grow on their places; Here be good stoor of Deer, for the Saints to make good cheer, and grown Woods for their fear; Here's Camels, Asses, and Horses', that will mount you more Forces; Here be broken Seals Maces, and Members with hollow hearts, and double faces; Here's Dean● and Chapters Lands, and Parliament men with bloody hands; Here are perjured Knaves and Fools, that have ●ndone Churches and Free-Schools; here's Grafton & Bel-cause, ●hat intent to steal half; Tony Mildmay and Lampier are entrusted to sell Dear; here is Taxes of Gold-smiths-hall, Cozening, Cheating, Lying and the Devil and all; here is a new Art of doubling come in fashion, but hereafter 'twill prove double Damnation; Ireton Reports the amendments of the Act, but you may one day see him hanged for the Fact; these holy thiefs live only by murder and stealth, rob God, King and People for the good of the Commonwealth; here is Richmond and Hampton-Court, and Windsor-Castle, and Havering for their sport; here's Wansted for judas Mildmay that with a kiss did his Master betray; here's Holmby a prison to relieves, and Whitehall full of thiefs; here's the Wardrobe intended for the poor, and St. janses that shrowds many a Parliament-mans' whore; here is Titbury, Roysto●● and Newmarket, to be sold outright, or to be let; here's Claringdon, oatland's, Theobalds', Woodstock, & 400 l. per an. for my Lord fool- Pembroke there's Bushy; Greenwich and Sumerset-house, which will serve the Saints to inherit, and multiply their spirit; besides here be Offices and G●atuetyes, given for their brethren's lies; each Parliament-man has 4 l. per week allowed him: besides the Revenue, which they think is their due. Delinquents Estates and Church-lands, are all in State-hucksters hands, yet still they be poor, and tax the people more and more; the Self-denying-Ordinance, lies in a trance; the war is unjust, grounded on covetousness and lust. Come Customers and buy— your own slave● Enter Woolasion, Adkins, Penning●on, and 4 Aldermen more with the Widow Rainsbrough. Wool. I have laid out large Sums in purchasing of Bishop's Lands; heaven send me comfort of them, and grant I may enjoy them quietly. This news from Sea, and the Scots does not please me I promise's ye. Atkins. I have purchased some too, and have money in readiness for more. Sister Rain●brough you will have double share for the loss of your dear husband; enough to marry you to a Lord. Mrs. Rains. Indeed the State is liberal. Cry. I, so they are of that that is none of their own. aside. Enter Fairfax, Cromwell, Ireton, etc. Crum. WE must be sudden in our resolutions, all's lost else; Money is a movable Comm ditty, let's demand a million of the City: hang 'em, they're rich enough. Atkins. Do ye hear that brethren? (lets stand a side) Crum. Tell them of Manors, Bishops, Deans, and Chapters Lands; 'tis the way to make the Jou ● heads untruss— Atkins. I'll do't in my Breeches first. aside. Fair. But what if they deny us the money? Ire. My Lord, I am confident they dare not: if they should, we can compel them: Here's an ill scent my Lord, pray let's void the room. Enter three Messengers running. Crum. Some hasty news— pray heaven 'tis good. Messengers. Here's Letters for the General. C●u●. read. Crom. We're all undone; our Navy's lost at Sea; Dublin's taken; the Prince is landed with 30000 in the West; the Scots are advanced with five & twenty Thousand to Carissle; the Levellers and Presbyters fly to them; and which is worse, the People generally do our late Actions curse. We all are lost. Cryer. Ha', ha', ha'; than you had best all hang yourselves. Omnes. All People here behold our miseries, Who lives by Treason, thus by Treason dies. they fall upon their swords. FINIS. Next Week expect the Second Part.