The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 4 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Faith sir trading as other knaves do! sir yonder's the Tailor the Weaver, and I the Miller. My halidom knaves all three! put me a Tailor, a Weaver, and a Miller into a bag. And what then sir? Why he that first comes out will be a knave. Under correction sir put me a Justice of peace, an Official, an under sheriff into a bag. And what then knave? Why, and they will not come out, let 'em tarry their like knaves as they are. What a knave is this. Sir here's two more appears! th'one is mad Ball old Huffus' man, th'other may be a knave in grain for any thing I know i'm sure he's much given to colours he's a Painter-stainer. Y'are both pressed, and willing to serve the Queen. I am bend leather, and will endure it. My name is Marmaduke Ioshua a Painter-stainer by Art, and a limner by profession? I am given to the means, and do fructify among the brethren, it were obnoxious, and inutiable, and contrary to the sages to press me. we'll see how you can edify our Camp. For the sistren commiserate. Come my old neighbours, let our Drum beat a free march we'll have a health to Queen Bess, cry St. George, and a fig for St. Dennis. Mistress Ursula, 'tis not unknown that I have loved you; if I die, it shall be for your sake, and it shall be valiantly; I leave an handkercher with you, 'tis wrought with blue coventry; let me not at my return fall to my old song, she had a clout of mine sow de with blue coventry, and so hang myself at your infidelity; desiring Jove to bless you from better fortunes I leave you. The fool dotes, but 'tis no matter, 'tis no matter, 'tis Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withal? Prithee leave us. Heavens bless me out of your company, for fools I found you, and so I must leave you in spite of my heart. Now Nan here's none but thou, and I; thy love Emboldens me to speak, and cheerfully Here is a piece of gold, 'tis but a little one Yet big enough to tie, and seal a knot A jugal knot on Earth, to which high heaven Now cries Amen, say thou so too, and then When either of us breaks this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven, and earth. Amen say I. And let heaven loathe me when I falsify. Thou now art like a polished ivory Table In pureness without; or stain or blemish. If thou shouldst soil this whiteness with black deeds Think what a monster thou wouldst make thyself. I doubt thee not, but give this cautionary. Hark the Drum beats, from the arms of love I now must burnish in the Arms of war, adieu.
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Faith sir trading as other knaves doe! sir yonders the Tailor the Weaver, and I the Miller. My Hollidam knaves all three! put me a Tailor, a Weaver, and a Miller into a bag. And what then sir? Why he that first comes out will be a knave. Vnder correction sir put me a Justice of peace, an Officiall, an under Sherriffe into a bag. And what then knave? Why, and they will not come out, let em'tarry their like knaves as they are. What a knave is this. Sir heres two more appeares! th'one is mad Ball old Huffus man, tho'ther may be a knave in graine for any thing I know i'me sure hees much given to colours hees a Painterstainer. Y'are both pres'd, and willing to serve the Queene. I am bend leather, and will endure it. My name is Marmaduke Ioshua a Painter-stainer by Art, and a limner by profession? I am given to the meanes, and doe fructifie among the brethren, it were obnoxious, and inutiable, and contrary to the sages to presse me. Weele see how you can edifie our Campe. For the sistren commisserate. Come my old neighbours, let our Drum beat a free march weele have a health to Queene Besse, cry St. George, and a fig for St. Dennis. Mistris Vrsula, tis not unknowne that I have lov'd you; if I die, it shall be for your sake, and it shall be valiantly; I leave an hand-kercher with you, tis wrought with blew coventry; let me not at my returne fall to my old song, she had a clout of mine sow de with blew coventry, and so hang my selfe at your infidelity; desiring Jove to blesse you from better fortunes I leave you. The foole doates, but tis no matter, tis no matter, tis Lady like why should not I have my Monkey to play withall? Prethee leave us. Heavens blesse me out of your company, for fooles I found you, and so I must leave you in spite of my hart. Now Nan heres none but thou, and I; thy love Emboldens me to speake, and cheerfully Here is a peece of gold, tis but a little one Yet big enough to ty, and seale a knot A jugall knot on Earth, to which high heaven Now cryes Amen, say thou so too, and then When eyther of us breakes this sacred bond Let us be made strange spectacles to the world To heaven, and earth. Amen say I. And let heaven loth me when I falsifie. Thou now art like a pollishd jvory Table In purenes without; or staine or blemish. If thou shouldst soile this whitenes with blacke deedes Thinke what a monster thou wouldst make thy selfe. I doubt thee not, but give this cautionary. Harke the Drum beates, from the armes of love I now must burnish in the Armes of warre, adue.