Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Give no faith to their brow: for in that green And flourishing field of seeming virtue, lurks A Snake of lust, in whose voluminous wreaths, Are folded up a thousand treacheries, Plots, Mischiefs, and dissimulations, That man ne'er thought of. For in wickedness, The wit of woman was ne'er yet found barren. I think he means to be mad himself too: Your reprehensions are too general: For by these words your own Valeria suffers. Why there's the sum of all that I have spoke, The abstract of all falsehood. 'tis a name, will Blister the tongue of fame, in her report Is drowned the memory of all wicked women. Is your Valeria false? Once my Valeria, but now mine no more, (For they are perished that have lost their shame) Is fall'n from virtue past recovery. The golden Organs of her innocence Are broke, not to be soldered In my conscience You wrong her, this is nothing but th' abundance Of love; will you go and sup with the Captain? And drive away melancholy. O no, my heart Is shut against all mirth. Then I'll go seek Your brother out, and he shall go along with me: I'll show him with a perspective i'faith, What a brave Captain he has: he shall be In a disguise, as my Companion, Then if he will maintain a Paradox, That he is either valiant, or honest, I'll be made the scorn of their company. But my fate guides me to the contrary: For if my Mistress do not honest prove, She has put a period to my life and love. Come, be not dismayed, whate'er you say, I'll swear it: you must affirm you lost your hat And cloak in a skirmish. So I will Crotchet. Mass thou wert not with us at the first neither. Why what if I had sir? Thou mightst have carried Away two or three of the captain's oaths with thee. I can coin them myself without any treason I warrant you. Oh Crotchet, I am thinking now, how bravely i'll live, when my father is dead. Yes, pray let me hear you. I have drawn the map of it already: I'll go every day in my cloak lined with plush, and my beaver hat, I'll keep my whores, and my running horses, and i'll maintain thee in as good a pied livery, as the best footman of them all goes in. You will sir, what ungracious villain could have said this? where's your cloak and your hat? yes you shall have money to spend another time. How now what's the matter? Look you, do you know this Gentleman? How comes this about? Nothing but the fortune of the wars forsooth: my young master has been in as stout a fray as ever the Genius of Fleetstreet trembled at. How was it son? Let Crochet relate. I scorn to be the trumpet of mine own valour, I. Do, tell the story, Crochet. Indeed he made them all run away, that I am certain of.
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Giue no faith to their brow: for in that greene And flouriſhing field of ſeeming vertue, lurkes A Snake of luſt, in whoſe voluminous wreaths, Are folded up a thouſand treacheries, Plots, Miſchiefes, and diſſimulations, That man nere thought of. For in wickedneſſe, The wit of woman was nere yet found barren. I thinke he meanes to be mad himſelfe too: Your reprehenſions are too generall: For by theſe words your owne Valeria ſuffers. Why there's the ſumme of all that I haue ſpoke, The abſtract of all falſhood. Tis a name, will Bliſter the tongue of fame, in her report Is drown'd the memory of all wicked women. Is your Valeria falſe? Once my Valeria, but now mine no more, (For they are periſht that haue loſt their ſhame) Is falne from vertue paſt recovery. The golden Organs of her innocence Are broke, not to be ſolderd In my conſcience You wrong her, this is nothing but th' abundance Of loue; will you goe and ſup with the Captaine? And driue away melancholy. O no, my heart Is ſhut againſt all mirth. Then Ile goe ſeeke Your brother out, and he ſhall goe along with me: Ile ſhew him with a perſpectiue ifaith, What a braue Captaine he has: hee ſhall be In a diſguiſe, as my Companion, Then if he will maintaine a Paradox, That he is either valiant, or honeſt, Ile be made the ſcorne of their company. But my fate guids me to the contrary: For if my Miſtreſſe doe not honeſt proue, She has put a period to my life and loue. Come, be not diſmaid, what ere you ſay, Ile ſweare it: you muſt affirme you loſt your hat And cloake in a skirmiſh. So I will Crotchet. Maſſe thou wert not with us at the firſt neither. Why what if I had ſir? Thou mightſt haue carried Away two or three of the Captaines oaths with thee. I can coyne them my ſelfe without any treaſon I warrant you. Oh Crotchet, I am thinking now, how brauely ile liue, when my father is dead. Yes, pray let me heare you. I haue drawne the map of it already: Ile goe every day in my cloake lind with pluſh, and my bever hat, Ile keepe my whores, and my running horſes, and ile maintaine thee in as good a pyed livery, as the beſt footman of them all goes in. You will ſir, what ungratious villaine could haue ſaid this? where's your cloake and your hat? yes you ſhall haue money to ſpend an other time. How now what's the matter? Looke you, doe you know this Gentleman? How comes this about? Nothing but the fortune of the warres forſooth: my young maſter has beene in as ſtout a fray as ever the Genius of Fleetſtreet trembled at. How was it ſonne? Let Crochet relate. I ſcorne to be the trumpet of mine owne valour, I. Doe, tell the ſtory, Crochet. Indeede hee made them all runne away, that I am certaine of.