Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Look else; the Lion roars, and the spaniel fawns. Down Cur, the Badger bribes the Unicorn, That a jury may not pass upon his pillage: here the Bear fees the Wolf, for he will not howl gratis, beasts call pleading howling. So then, there the Horse complains of the Apes rank-riding: the Jockey makes mouths, but is fined for it: the Stag is not jeered by the Monkey for his horns: the Ass by the hare for his burden: The Ox by the Leopard for his yoke, nor the Goat by the Ram, for his beard, only the Fox wraps himself warm in Bever, bids the Cat mouse, the Elephant toil, the Boar gather acorns, whiles he grins, feeds fat, tells tales, laughs at all, and sleeps safe at the Lions feet.— Save ye people. Why save thee too, if thou be'st of heavens making: What art?— Fear nothing Don, we have our blades, Are metal men ourselves, try us who dare. Our brother speaks our mind, think what you please on't. A match: observe well this switch; with this only switch have I pashed out the brains of thirteen Turks to the dozen for a breakfast. What man? thirteen? is't possible thou lyest not? I was once a Scholar, then I begged without pity: from thence I practised law, there a scruple of conscience popped me over the bar: a Soldier I turned a while, but could not procure the letter of preferment. Merchant I would be, and a glut of landrats gnawed me to the bones; would have bought an office, but the places with reversions were catch up: offered to pass into the Court, and wanted trust for clothes; was lastly, for my good parts pressed into the Galleys, took prisoner, redeemed amongst other slaves by your gay great man, they call him AURIA: and am now I know not who, where, or what. How d''ee like me? say. A shaver of all trades; what course of life Dost mean to follow next? ha? speak thy mind. Nor be thou daunted fellow: we ourselves Have felt the frowns of fortune in our days. I want extremely, exceedingly, hideously. Take that, enjoy it freely, wisely use it. Th'advantage of thy fate, and know the giver. Hoyda, a purse in troth who dropped, stay, stay, umh; have we gipsies here? oh mine is safe Is't your purse, brother Don? Not mine, I seldom Wear such unfashionable trash about me. Hast any money in it, honest blade? A bots on empty purses. we defy them. Stand from about me, as you are mortal, you are dull clod-pated lumps of mire and garbage. This is the land of Fairies, Imperial Queen of Elves, I do crouch to thee, vow my services, my blood, my sinews to thee, sweet sovereign of largesse, and liberality— a French tailor neat; Persian Cook; dainty! Greek Wines; rich Flanders Mares; stately Spanish Salads, poignant, Venetian, wanton, ravishing, English Bawd unmatchable sirs I am fitted.
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Looke elſe; the Lion roares, and the ſpaniell fawnes. Downe Curre, the Badger bribes the Unicorue, That a Iury may not paſſe upon his pillage: here the Beare fees the Wolfe, for he will not howle gratis, beaſts call pleading howling. So then, there the Horſe complaines of the Apes rank-riding: the Jockie makes mouthes, but is fin'd for it: the Stagge is not jeer'd by the Monkie for his hornes: the Aſſe by the hare for his burthen: The Oxe by the Leopard for his yoke, nor the Goat by the Ram, for his beard, onely the Fox wrappes himſelfe warme in Bever, bids the Cat mouze, the Elephant toyle, the Boare gather akorns, whiles he grinnes, feeds fat, tells tales, laughes at all, and ſleepes ſafe at the Lions feet.—Save ye people. Why ſave thee too, if thou beeſt of heavens making: What art?—Feare nothing Don, we have our blades, Are mettall men our ſelves, try us who dare. Our brother ſpeakes our minde, thinke what you pleaſe on't. A match: obſerve well this ſwitch; with this only ſwitch have I paſht out the braines of thirteene Turkes to the dozen for a breakfaſt. What man? tirteen? is't poſſible thoulyeſt not? I was once a Scholler, then I beg'd without pitty: from thence I practiz'd law, there a ſcruple of conſcience popt me over the barre: a Souldier I turnd a while, but could not procure the letter of preferment. Merchant I would bee, and a glut of landrats gnawd me to the bones; would have bought an office, but the places with reverſions were catch up: offered to paſſe into the Court, and wanted truſt for cloathes; was laſtly, for my good parts preſt into the Gallies, tooke priſoner, redeemd amongſt other ſlaves by your gay great man, they call him AURIA: and am now I know not who, where, or what. How d▪ee like me? ſay. A ſhaver of all trades; what courſe o f life Doeſt meane to follow next? ha? ſpeake thy minde. Nor be thou daunted fellow: we our ſelves Have felt the frownes of fortune in our dayes. I want extreamly, exceedingly, hideouſly. Take that, enjoy it freely, wiſely uſe it. Th'advantage of thy fate, and know the giver. Hoy d, a purſe in troath wh o dropt, ſtay, ſtay, Vmh; have we gipſies here? oh mine is ſafe Iſt your purſe, brother Don? Not mine, I ſeldome Weare ſuch unfaſhionable traſh about me. Haſt any money in it, honeſt blade? A bots on empty purſes. Wee defie them. Stand from about me, as you are mortall, you are dull clod-pated lumpes of mire and garbiſh. This is the land of Fairies, Emperiall Queene of Elves, I do croutch to thee, vow my ſervices, my blood, my ſinewes to thee, ſweete ſoveraigne of largeſſe, and liberality—a French Taylor neate; Perſian Cooke; dainty! Greeke Wines; rich Flanders Mares; ſtately Spaniſh Sallads, poynant, Venetian, wanton, raviſhing, Engliſh Bawd unmatchable ſirs I am fitted.