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 · 485 words
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'Twas well scented, Nor shalt thou lose by't: there's a share for thee; Acquaint me with the further Circumstance, In which I would be perfect. I do not like this shuffling. What Roger, all amort, methinks thouart off o'th' hooks? Yes faith, and Henges too, I'm almost desperate, And care not how I am. Faith I was never on a merrier pin, Nor my breast lighter hearted. More Rogue thou. Ha? So, and if thou be'st not pleased with that, Thou must prepare for worse. Thou wilt not swagger, Hodge? Faith scarce with thee, thou art not worth my anger Are we not of one House? Yes, but I hope we ne'er shall be of one heart, My fellow no better than a Pander? Pander? Yes, would that were all, a Traitor to that House Where thou hadst thy first Bread, and almost thy being; Thy making I am sure, but ne'er that poison That swells so in thy bosom: My good old Master, Heaven rest his soul, uprising, and down lying, Kept twenty stout tall fellows, whom thy baseness Hath shrunk to two already; if this Riot To which thou still persuadest the young man hold, We shall be none, he nothing. I could answer thee, but that I spy two Gentlemen, With whom I have business of my Masters. That's the man. And to me none more welcome. Is it done? All's plotted, we want money, sell we must, The rate we live at must have fresh supply; I'll give you the whole project. Get you together, for a true-love knot Tied by the Devil, may his Dam unloose it, For I shall never: a Scrivener, an Usurer, and a Pimp, All joined in one, to ruin a young hopeful Gentleman. Now are they turning an old three men's Song, We be knaves all three, mount your notes aloft; For he that I named last will bear the burden; A load best fitting him, you'll find him one day A fellow of excellent carriage, he'll bear with you, Because he loves you so: So now all's plotted And there's a Lordship, or a Manor at least Gone at one lift: but what to do with money, Of which the least is like to come to him That hath most interest in't; some to the Pot, Part to the Pipe, not least share to the smock: And what remains to gaudify the back, Must fill the cheater's pocket; oh my old Master, Should thy soul see this, it would suffer for't, As my heart bleeds to think of't. But did she break so with you? Worse than a shopkeeper, that hath Run long behind hand. Slight you so? S'foot, like a puff, a Feather; 'tis my Lord Must deal in wholesale with her Lady ware, And I am quite cashiered. Troth I commend you, that, so loving her, You do not take't to heart.
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'Twas well ſcented, Nor ſhalt thou loſe by't: there's a ſhare for thee; Acquaint me with the further Circumſtance, In which I would be perfect. I doe not like this ſhufling. What Roger, al amort, me thinkes th'art off o'th'hookes? Yes faith, and Henges too, I'me almoſt deſperate, And care not how I am. Faith I was never on a merrier pinn, Nor my breaſt lighter hearted. More Rogue thou. Ha? So, and if thou beeſt not pleaſ'd with that, Thou muſt prepare for worſe. Thou wilt not ſwagger, Hodge? Faith ſcarce with thee, thou art not worth my anger Are we not of one Houſe? Yes, but I hope we ne're ſhall be of one heart, My fellow no better than a Pander? Pander? Yes, would that were all, a Traytor to that Houſe Where thou hadſt thy firſt Bread, and almoſt thy being; Thy making I am ſure, but ne're that poyſon That ſwells ſo in thy boſome: My good old Maſter, Heaven reſt his ſoule, upriſing, and downe lying, Kept twenty ſtout tall fellowes, whom thy baſeneſſe Hath ſhrunke to two already; if this Ryot To which thou ſtill perſwad'ſt the young man hold, We ſhall be none, he nothing. I could anſwer thee, but that I ſpy two Gentlemen, With whom I have buſineſſe of my Maſters. That's the man. And to me none more welcome. Is it done? All's plotted, we want money, ſell we muſt, The rate we live at muſt have freſh ſupply; Ile give you the whole project. Get you together, for a true-love knot Tyed by the Divell, may his Dam unlooſe it, For I ſhall never: a Scrivener, an Ʋſurer, and a Pimpe, All joyn'd in one, to ruine a yong hopefull Gentleman. Now are they turning an old three mens Song, We be knaves all three, mount your notes aloft; For he that I nam'd laſt will beare the burthen; A load beſt fitting him, you'le find him one day A fellow of excellent carriage, hee'le beare with you, Becauſe he loves you ſo: So now all's plotted And there's a Lordſhip, or a Mannour at leaſt Gone at one lift: but what to doe with money, Of which the leaſt is like to come to him That hath moſt intereſt in't; ſome to the Pot, Part to the Pipe, not leaſt ſhare to the ſmocke: And what remaines to gaudifie the backe, Muſt fill the Cheaters pocket; oh my old Maſter, Should thy ſoule ſee this, it would ſuffer for't, As my heart bleedes to thinke of't. But did ſhe breake ſo with you? Worſe than a ſhop-keeper, that hath Run long behind hand. Slight you ſo? S' foot, like a puffe, a Feather▪ 'tis my Lord Muſt deale in whole-ſale with her Lady ware, And I am quite caſheir'd. Troth I commend you, that, ſo loving her, You doe not tak't to heart.