Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
You have your answer Slightall, and good sir, Return this to my Lord. Sir be my witness, I have no hand in this. All come to this? shone the Sun bright i'th' morn To be ere Noon enveloped in this Cloud? To be forsook, despised, and disgraced All for a verbal Title? shall I avenge me On the proud Don, or this his changeable stuff? Whose name and disposition suit so well: Something I must, but in the interim Never to fix a constant thought again Upon that Moon-like sex: I'll weigh them all, Poor, rich, old, young, and middle Age alike; Make no distinction twixt the loose and chaste, The Matron and the wanton, women kind; For the so base inconstancy of one, Henceforth I'll form myself alike to all: Licentiousness shall be my Mistress now, Voluptuous pleasure, riot and excess My future study; I'll let loose desire And appetite unbridled; and the more Of that intemperate Sex I can corrupt Count it my greatest deed of Charity: And for thy sake, thou falsest fair; I vow Affection and all loyal Love t'abjure, Striving to make the clearest streams impure. HOw goes the news o'th' Change? Faith never worse, Merchants are wary, Tradesmen provident, Artificers turned frugal, and I think All the World will prove good husbands. Better they, with half a number of that thrifty world Were three parts hanged; but so much for the City: What news in Holborn, Fleetstreet, and the Strand? In th'Ordinaries among Gallants, no young Heirs There to be snapped? Th'have been so bit already With taking up Commodities of brown paper, Buttons past fashion, silks, and Satins, Babies, and Children's Fiddles, with like trash Took up at a dear rate, and sold for trifles That now scarce one will bite. What a world's this? what will't grow to in th'end? Faith sir Heaven knows, We Scriveners fare the worse by't. How smart we then? We Money Masters, from whose bags you feed, And without whom your Pens would cast no Ink? Nor your wax take impression: none in chase? Yes, sir, I have one sponge that could you squeeze him, Would yield good substance. Is he well possessed? Yes sir, he hath in Acres glebe and meadow, Upland, and Dale, in woods and arable; And though in name a private Gentleman, Yet hath he three fair Lordships, besides Sheep-walks, Parks, and other large Demesnes. And will he fell? I have dealt closely with a man of his To undermine him, one that soothes him up In all his riots, quarrels with his thrifty, Leads him to Game and guzzle in Vaulting houses, And places of bad fame. An honest fellow, I'll warrant him; Can he do ought in this? he's one to whom he trusts his whole Estate, And can do all things with him: In these Lands I promised him, if when they were in sail That I might bring his Chapman; a round sum, To which he seemed to listen.
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You have your anſwer Slightall, and good ſir, Returne this to my Lord. Sir be my witneſſe, I have no hand in this. All come to this? ſhone the Sun bright i'th' morne To be ere Noone envelopp'd in this Cloud? To be forſooke, deſpiſed, and diſgrac'd All for a verball Title? ſhall I avenge me On the proud Don, or this his changeable ſtuffe? Whoſe name and diſpoſition ſuite ſo well: Something I muſt, but in the interim Never to fixe a conſtant thought againe Upon that Moone-like ſexe: Ile weigh them all, Poore, rich, old, yong, and middle Age alike; Make no diſtinction 'twixt the looſe and chaſt, The Matron and the wanton, women kind; For the ſo baſe inconſtancy of one, Henceforth Ile forme my ſelfe alike to all: Licentiouſneſſe ſhall be my Miſtreſſe now, Voluptuous pleaſure, riot and exceſſe My future ſtudy; Ile let looſe deſire And appetite unbridled; and the more Of that intemperate Sexe I can corrupt Count it my greateſt deede of Charity: And for thy ſake, thou falſeſt faire; I vow Affection and all loyall Love t'abjure, Striving to make the cleareſt ſtreames impure. HOw goes the newes o'th'Change? Faith never worſe, Merchants are wary, Tradſmen provident, Artificers turn'd frugall, and I thinke All the World will prove good husbands. Better they, with halfe a number of that thrifty world Were three parts hang'd; but ſo much for the City: What newes in Holborne, Fleet-ſtreet, and the Strand? In th'Ordinaries among Gallants, no young Heires There to be ſnapp'd? Th'have bin ſo bit already With taking up Commodities of browne paper, Buttons paſt faſhion, ſilkes, and Sattins, Babies, and Childrens Fiddles, with like traſh Tooke up at a deare rate, and ſold for trifles That now ſcarce one will bite. What a world's this? what will't grow to in th'end? Faith ſir Heaven knowes, We Scriveners fare the worſe by't. How ſmart wee then? We Mony Maſters, from whoſe bagges you feede, And without whom your Pens would caſt no Inke? Nor your VVaxe take impreſſion: none in chace? Yes, ſir, I have one Spung that could you ſqueeze him, Would yeeld good ſubſtance. Is he well poſſeſſ'd? Yes ſir, he hath in Acres glebe and medow, Upland, and Dale, in woods and arrable; And though in name a private Gentleman, Yet hath he three faire Lordſhips, beſides Sheepe-walkes, Parkes, and other large Demeſnes. And will he fell? I have dealt cloſely with a man of his To undermine him, one that ſoothes him up In all his riots, quarrells with his thrifty, Leades him to Game and guzzle in Vaulting houſes, And places of bad fame. An honeſt fellow, Ile warrant him; Can hee doe ought in this? Hee's one to whom he truſts his whole Eſtate, And can doe all things with him: In theſe Lands I promiſ'd him, if when they were in ſayle That I might bring his Chapman; a round ſumme, To which he ſeem'd to liſten.