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The Custom of the Country, by Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
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Title: Beaumont & Fletcher's Works (1 of 10) - The Custom of the Country
Author: Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher
Edited by Arnold Glover
Release Date: April 15, 2004 [EBook #12039]
Language: English
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THE CUSTOM OF THE COUNTRY.
* * * * *
Persons Represented in the Play.
Count Clodio, _Governour and a dishonourable pursuer of_ Zenocia.
Manuel du Sosa, _Governour of_ Lisbon, _and Brother to_ Guiomar.
Arnoldo, _A Gentleman contracted to_ Zenocia.
Rutilio, _A merry Gentleman Brother to_ Arnoldo.
Charino, _Father to_ Zenocia.
Duarte, _Son to_ Guiomar, _a Gentleman well qualified but vain glorious_.
Alonzo, _a young_ Portugal _Gentleman, enemy to_ Duarte.
Leopold, _a Sea Captain Enamour'd on_ Hippolyta.
Zabulon, _a_ Jew, _servant to_ Hippolyta.
Jaques, _servant to_ Sulpitia.
Doctor.
Chirurgion.
Officers.
Guard.
Page.
Bravo.
Knaves, _of the Male Stewes_.
Servants.
_WOMEN._
Zenocia, _Mistress to_ Arnoldo, _and a chaste Wife_.
Guiomar, _a vertuous Lady, Mother to_ Duarte.
Hippolyta, _a rich Lady, wantonly in Love with_ Arnoldo.
Sulpitia, _a Bawd, Mistress of the Male Stewes_.
* * * * *
_The Scene sometimes_ Lisbon, _sometimes_ Italy.
* * * * *
The principal Actors were
_Joseph Taylor_. _Robert Benfeild_.
_John Lowin_. _William Eglestone_.
_Nicholas Toolie_. _Richard Sharpe_.
_John Underwood_. _Thomas Holcomb_.
* * * * *
_Actus primus. Scena prima_.
_Enter_ Rutilio, _and_ Arnold[o].
_Rut._ Why do you grieve thus still?
_Arn._ 'Twould melt a Marble,
And tame a Savage man, to feel my fortune.
_Rut._ What fortune? I have liv'd this thirty years,
And run through all these follies you call fortunes,
Yet never fixt o
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