Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jun 21] [incorrect] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 497 words
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O yes Sir. Not a penny, and thou hadst not been a fool, thou wouldst ha' been a Knave, & so thou might'st have got by me, yet by those scurvy legs there's some hope thou'lt be converted at all adventures take it. I will be what you please Sir. Tell me what condition is that Sign. of? is he rich? He loves money. Come? Shalt be my Pensioner— here's more gold for D'ye make question of that Sir? he bought his Office, & therefore may sell his Conscience, he has sold 200. on's twice over, he was brought up at Court, and knows what belongs to his place, I warrant you. Good. Am I not a Knave now Sir? I like thee. To your cost:— I hope you won't tell him what I say: but if you do, and he chance to turn me out of my office, your gold is restorative. To your stations, and be circumspect. Noble Sir, you are the only man I have Ambition to honour. I should be proud to merit such a Phrase. 'Tis in your power to oblige my Soul— w'are private, I am jealous of the Wind lest it convey Our noise too far: This Morn I had some traffic With a jeweller, and if my judgement err not, H'as richly furnished me. What says your Lordship to this Diamond? 'Tis a glorious one. Does it not sparkle most divinely Signior, A row of these stuck in a Lady's Forehead, Would make a Persian stagger in his Faith, And give more Adoration to this Light Then to the Sun beam: I ha' fellows to 'em A Nest of bright ones. This Box is studded like a frosty Night with stars You have out bid their Value, make me a gainer In changing them for your commends. How Sir. I'm serious. I never shall deserve this Bounty, if You'd point me out some service to begin my gratitude— You have a Noble Soul I'll teach you how to merit more. I am Covetous of such a knowledge. Make but my path a smooth one to the Princess, I am brief, you know my undertaking. So I should be a Traitor. It comes not near the question of a life: do't I'll enable you, to buy another Dukedom, State, and Title. Although 'twere necessary in the Affairs Of such high consequence to deliberate, Yet for this once, I'll be as brief as you, I won't do't. How? No indeed Signior, you shall pardon me At this time, and I'll keep your jewels too For they are gifts: hereafter you will know me So fare you well Sir. Was I not told this Officer was corrupt? I want Faith to believe the Miracle. Sure he does but jest with me, ha? The Guard will accept no money. What an ago do we live in, when officers will take no bribes. Not the Golden one. Here's Rolliardo. I'm quite lost. 'Tis he.
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O yes Sir. Not a peny, and thou hadst not beene a foole, thou wouldst ha bin a Knave, & so thou might'st have got by me, yet by those scuruy legs there's ōe hope thou't be cōverted at all adventures take it. I will be what you please Sir. Tell me what condition is that Sign. of? is he rich? He loves money. Come? Shalt be my Pensioner—here's more gold for D'yee make question of that Sir? he bought his Office, & therefore may sell his Conscience, he has sold 200. on's twice over, he was brought up at Court, and knowes what belongs to his place, I warrant you. Good. Am I not a Knave now Sir? I like thee. To your cost:—I hope you wo'not tell him what I say: but if you doe, and he chance to turne me out of my office, your gold is restorative. To your stations, and be circumspect. Noble Sir, you are the onely man I have Ambition to honour. I should be proud to merit such a Phrase. 'Tis in your power to oblige my Soule—w'are private, I am jealous of the Wind lest it convey Our noyse too farre: This Morne I had some traffique With a Ieweller, and if my Iudgment erre not, H'as richly furnish'd me. What sayes your Lordship to this Diamond? 'Tis a glorious one. Does it not sparkle most divinely Signior, A rowe of these stucke in a Ladies Forehead, Would make a Persian stagger in his Faith, And give more Adoation to this Light Then to the Sun beame: I ha fellowes to 'em A Nest of bright ones. This Boxe is studded like a frosty Night with stars You have out bid their Value, make me a gainer In changing them for your commends. How Sir. I'm serious. I never shall deserve this Bounty, if You'd point me out some service to begin my gratitude— You have a Noble Soule Ile teach you how to merit more. I am Covetous of such a knowledge. Make but my path a smooth one to the Princesse, I am briefe, you know my undertaking. So I should be a Traytor. It comes not neere the question of a life: do't Ile enable you, to buy another Dukedome, State, and Title. Although 'twere necessary in the Affayres Of such high consequence to deliberate, Yet for this once, Ile be as briefe as you, I wo'not doe't. How? No indeed Signior, you shall pardon me At this time, and Ile keepe your Iewels too For they are guifts: hereafter you will know me So fare you well Sir. Was I not told this Officer was corrupt? I want Faith to beleeve the Myracle. Sure he does but iest with me, ha? The Guard will accept no money. What an ago do wee liue in, when officers will take no bribes. Not the Golden one. Here's Rolliardo. I'me quite lost. 'Tis he.