Fletcher, John / Massinger, Philip · published 1637 · first performed or written 1625(?) (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
By all means, I'll only have A Ballad made of't, sung to some lewd Tune, And the name of it shall be Justice Trap, It will sell rarely with your worship's name, And Lilies on the top. Seek not the ruin O'my reputation, Andrew. 'tis for your credit, Monsieur Brisac printed in capital letters, Then pasted upon all the posts in Paris. No mercy, Andrew? O, it will proclaim you From th' City to the Court, and prove sport royal. Thou shalt keep thy Farm. He does afflict him rarely. You trouble me. Then his intent arriving, The vizard of his hypocrisy pulled off To the Judge criminal. O, I am undone. he's put out of Commission with disgrace, And held uncapable of bearing Office Ever hereafter. This is my revenge, And this I'll put in practice. Do but hear me. To bring me back from my Grammar to my Hornbook, It is unpardonable. Do not play the Tyrant; Accept of composition. Hear him, Andrew. What composition? I'll confirm thy farm, And add unto't an hundred acres more Adjoining to it. Umb, This mollifies, But y'are so fickle, and will again deny this, There being no witness by. Call any witness, I'll presently assure it. Say you so, Troth there's a friend of mine Sir, within hearing, That is familiar with all that's past, His testimony will be authentical. Will he be secret? You may tie his tongue up, As you would do your purse-strings. Miramont. Ha, ha, ha. This is my witness. Lord how you are troubled? Sure, y'have an ague, you shake so with choler; he's your loving brother Sir, and will tell nobody But all he meets, that you have eat a snake, And are grown young, game some, and rampant. Caught thus? If he were one that would make jests of you, Or plague ye with making your religious gravity Ridiculous to your neighbours, Than you had Some cause to be perplexed. I shall become Discourse for Clowns and Tapsters. Quick, Lily, quick. he's now past kissing, between point and point. He swounds, fetch him some Cordial— Now put in Sir. Who may this be? sure this is some mistake: Let me see his face, wears he not a false beard? It cannot be Brisac that worthy Gentleman, The pillar and the patron of his Country; He is too prudent and too cautelous, Experience hath taught him t'avoid these fooleries, He is the punisher and not the doer, Besides he's old and cold, unfit for women; This is some Counterfeit, he shall be whipped for't, Some base abuser of my worthy brother. Open the doors, will y' imprison me? are ye my Judges? The man raves This is not judicious Brisac: Yet now I think on't, a'has a kind of dog look Like my brother, a guilty hanging face. I'll suffer bravely, do your worst, do, do. Why, it's manly in you.
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By all meanes, Ile onely have A Ballad made of't, sung to some lewd Tune, And the name of it shall be Justice Trap, It will sll rarely with your Worships name, And Lillies on the toppe. Seeke not the ruine O'my reputation, Andrew. Tis for your credit, Monsieur Brisac printed in capitall letters, Then pasted upon all the posts in Paris. No mercy, Andrew? O, it will proclaime you From th' Citie to the Court, and prove sport royall. Thou shalt keepe thy Farme. He does afflict him rarely. You trouble me. Then his intent arriving, The vizard of his hypocrisie pull'd off To the Judge criminall. O, I am undone. Hee's put out of Commission with disgrace, And held uncapable of bearing Office Ever hereafter. This is my revenge, And this Ile put in practice. Doe but heare me. To bring me backe from my Grammar to my Horne-booke, It is unpardonable. Doe not play the Tyrant; Accept of composition. Heare him, Andrew. What composition? Ile confirme thy farme, And adde unto't an hundred acres more Adjoyning to it. Umb, This mollifies, But y'are so fickle, and will againe deny this, There being no witnesse by. Call any witnesse, Ile presently assure it. Say you so, Troth there's a friend of mine Sir, within hearing, That is familiar with all that's past, His testimony will be authenticall. Will he be secret? You may tye his tongue up, As you would doe your purse-strings. Miramont. Ha, ha, ha. This is my witnesse. Lord how you are troubled? Sure, y'have an ague, you shake so with choler; Hee's your loving brother Sir, and will tell no body But all he meets, that you have eate a snake, And are growne young, game some, and rampant. Caught thus? If he were one that would make jests of you, Or plague ye with making your religious gravity Ridiculous to your neighbours, Then you had Some cause to be perplex'd. I shall become Discourse for Clownes and Tapsters. Quicke, Lilly, quicke. Hee's now past kissing, betweene point and point. He swounds, fetch him some Cordiall—Now put in Sir. Who may this be? sure this is some mistake: Let me see his face, weares he not a false beard? It cannot be Brisac that worthy Gentleman, The pillar and the patron of his Country; He is too prudent and too cautelous, Experience hath taught him t'avoid these fooleries, He is the punisher and not the doer, Besides hee's old and cold, unfit for women; This is some Counterfeit, he shall be whipt for't, Some base abuser of my worthy brother. Open the doores, will y' imprison me? are ye my Judges? The man raveal This is not judicious Brisac: Yet now I thinke on't, a'has a kinde of dog looke Like my brother, a guilty hanging face. Ile suffer bravely, doe your worst, doe, doe. Why, it's manly in you.