Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Who then shall reap the golden corn you sow? 'Tis half a curse to them, that build, and spare, and hoard up wealth, yet cannot name an heir. My heirs shall be poor children fed on alms, Soldiers that want limbs, scholars poor and scorned. And these will be a sure inheritance; Not to decay: Manors and Towns will fall, Lordships and Parks, Pastures and woods be sold; But this Land still continues to the Lord: No subtle tricks of law, can me beguile of this. But of the beggars-dish, I shall drink healths To last for ever; whilst I live, my roof Shall cover naked wretches; when I die, 'Tis dedicated to St. Charity. The Duke informed, what trees of goodness grow, Here of your planting, in true love to your virtues; Sent us to give you thanks, for crowning Florence, With fame of such a subject, and entreats you (Until he come himself) to accept this token, Of his fair wishes towards you. Pray return my duty to the Duke, tell him I value his love beyond all jewels in the world. H'as vowed ere long to be your visitant. He shall be welcome when he comes, that's all; Not to a Palace, but my hospital. we'll leave your Lordship. My best thoughts go with you: My Steward? Here my Lord. Is the Book fired? As you commanded Sir, I saw it burned. Keep safe that jewel, and leave me; letters! from whom? Signior Ieronimo Guydanes. Oh sir, I know the business: yes, yes, 'tis the same; Cuidanes lives amongst my bosom friends: He writes to have me entertain you sir. That's the bough, my bolt flies at, my Lord. What Qualities are you furnished with? My Education has been like a Gentleman. Have you any skill in song, or Instrument? As a Gentleman should have, I know all, but play on none: I am no Barber. Barber! no sir, I think it; Are you a Linguist? As a Gentleman ought to be, one tongue serves one head; I am no Pedlar, to travel Countries. What skill ha'you in horsemanship? As other Gentlemen have, I ha' rid some beasts in my Time. Can you write and read then? As most of your Gentlemen do, my band has been Taken with my mark at it. I see you are a dealer, give me thy hand, I'll entertain thee howsoever, because in thee I keep half a score Gentlemen; thy name. A sinius Buzardo—— I entertain thee, good Buzardo. Thanks sir. This fellow's a stark fool, or too wise, The trial will be with what wing he flies. IN Laws of courtesy, we are bound sweet Lady, (Being thus nigh) to see you and your brother, Our noble friend, tho' the Duke had not sent. Thanks worthy sir. Signior Tibaldo hath desire to sleep. Then leave him, Company offends the sick.
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Who then shall reape the golden corne you sowe? 'Tis halfe a curse to them, that build, and spare, and hoard up wealth, yet cannot name an heire. My heires shall be poore children fed on almes, Souldiers that want limbes, schollers poore and scorn'd. And these will be a sure inheritance; Not to decay: Mannors and Townes will fall, Lord-ships and Parkes, Pastures and woods be sold; But this Land still continues to the Lord: No subtile trickes of law, can me beguile of this. But of the beggers-dishe, I shall drinke healthes To last for ever; whil'st I live, my roofe Shall cover naked wretches; when I die, 'Tis dedicated to St. Charitie. The Duke inform'd, what trees of goodnesse grow, Here of your planting, in true loue to your virtues; Sent us to give you thankes, for crowning Florence, With fame of such a subject, and entreats you (Vntill he come himselfe) to accept this token, Of his faire wishes towards you. Pray returne my duty to the Duke, tell him I value his love beyond all jewells in the world. H'as vow'd ere long to be your visitant. He shall be welcome when he comes, that's all; Not to a Pallace, but my hospitall. Wee'le leave your Lordship. My best thoughts goe with you: My Steward? Heere my Lord. Is the Booke fired? As you commanded Sir, I saw it burn'd. Keep safe that Iewell, and leave me; letters! from whome? Signior Ieronimo Guydanes. Oh sir, I know the businesse: yes, yes, 'tis the same; Cuidanes lives amongst my bosome friends: He writes to have me entertaine you sir. That's the bough, my bolt flies at, my Lord. What Qualities are you furnish't with? My Education has bin like a Gentle-man. Have you any skill in song, or Instrument? As a Gentleman shoo'd have, I know all, but play on none: I am no Barber. Barber! no sir, I thinke it; Are you a Linguist? As a Gentleman ought to be, one tongue serues one head; I am no Pedler, to travell Countries. What skill ha'you in horseman-ship? As other Gentlemen have, I ha'rid some beasts in my Time. Can you write and reade then? As most of your Gentle-men doe, my band has bin Taken with my marke at it. I see you are a dealer, give me thy hand, Ile entertaine thee howsoeuer, because in thee I keepe halfe a score Gentlemen; thy name. A sinius Buzardo—— I entertaine thee, good Buzardo. Thankes sir. This fellow's a starke foole, or too wise, The triall will be with what wing he flies. IN Lawes of courtesie, wee are bound sweete Lady, (Being thus nigh) to see you and your brother, Our noble friend, tho' the Duke had not sent. Thankes worthy sir. Signior Tibaldo hath desire to sleepe. Then leave him, Companie offends the sicke.