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A New Trick to Cheat the Devil · chunk 24 of 40

Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.73 · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

I am a Beggar? yes, I am indeed, But how the Devil cam'st thou by my style. I am a Puritan. I am a Puritan? one that will eat no Pork, Doth use to shut his shop on Saturdays, And open them on Sundays: A Familist; And one of the Arch limbs of Belzebub, A jewish Christian, and a Christian Iew; Now fire on thy sweet soul. I am a Whore. I am a Whore? yes, and a hot one too, And hadst a helping hand in my confusion: Now the same blessing on thee. I am an Usurer. I am an Usurer, Satan's eldest Son, And Heir to all his torments; thou hast swallowed Young heirs, and Hell must one day swallow thee. I am a Devil. I am a Devil? good, 'tis the black Lad I so long wished to meet. The Scrivener bears away the Knave; good Moral. The Prodigal the Beggar; ever so; The Familist the Strumpet, not amiss; Oh but the Usurer still the Devil and all, Whom I so fain would speak with; Belzebub, If thou hast any sufferance here on Earth, Or limited power o'er man, once more appear And offer me free language. Did you call? Why, what art thou? The Devil Belzebub, whom thou so late so loud didst invocate How cam'st thou by this shape of Gentleman? As if all habits, fashions, and attires Were not with me familiar? I sometimes Into a Lawyer can transform myself To delay Causes; then to a Divine, To devise new Sects, schisms, and Heresies: To a tailor for new fashions: to a Sempster, I was first Father for this yellow Sterch, Which did succeed the blue; to a Feather-maker For Gentlewoman's Fans, men's sprigs, and falls; Sometimes I am a Page, and daily attend Upon my Lords luxurious appetites: Then can I play the Master, Knight, and Lord, And then coin strange varieties of riots, Lusts, and excesses, never heard before. Indeed, what can I not? be good thou canst not? It never was my study, and of all things I only except that. Thou canst not pray? Yes, both on soul and body, where I am suffered. Thou canst not Preach. How then came all those Pulpit Heresies That have with Christians, Christians set at odds? I read to that great Doctor Arius, That poisoned three parts of the Christian World; There's not a Sectary, nor a schismatic, To whom I am not Tutor. Can I then task thee in nothing? No. Thou canst not— stay? Thou canst not change affection, nor invert the passions of The soul; turn hate to love, and love to hate. Tush, that with ease I can. And revenge wrongs? At pleasure. One thing more, and I conclude; Thou canst not raise a man of desperate hopes To a full furnished palm; to pay his debts, And to give freely where he please to distribute?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA New Trick to Cheat the Devil
AuthorDavenport, Robert
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [c.1624-1639]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [1624-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1591–1659 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 40 in this edition
Length488 words · 678 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T26 — Devils, hell and fiends cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.732 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am a Begger? yes, I am indeed, But how the Divell cam'ſt thou by my ſtile. I am a Puritan. I am a Puritane? one that will eate no Porke, Doth uſe to ſhut his ſhop on Saterdayes, And open them on Sundayes: A Familiſt; And one of the Arch limbes of Belzebub, A Iewiſh Chriſtian, and a Chriſtian Iew; Now fire on thy ſweet ſoule. I am a Whore. I am a Whore? yes, and a hot one too, And had'ſt a helping hand in my confuſion: Now the ſame bleſſing on thee. I am an Uſurer. I am an Uſurer, Satans eldeſt Son, And Heire to all his torments; thou haſt ſwallow'd Yong heires, and Hell muſt one day ſwallow thee. I am a Divell. I am a Divell? good, 'tis the blacke Lad I ſo long wiſh'd to meete. The Scrivener beares away the Knave; good Morrall. The Prodigall the Begger; ever ſo; The Familiſt the Strumpet, not amiſſe; Oh but the Uſurer ſtill the Divell and all, Whom I ſo faine would ſpeake with; Belzebub, If thou haſt any ſufferance here on Earth, Or limited power o're man, once more appeare And offer me free language. Did you call? Why, what art thou? The Divell Belzebub, whom thou ſo late ſo loud didſt invocate How cam'ſt thou by this ſhape of Gentleman? As if all habits, faſhions, and attires Were not with me familiar? I ſometimes Into a Lawyer can tranſforme my ſelfe To delay Cauſes; then to a Divine, To deviſe new Sects, Sciſmes, and Hereſies: To a Taylor for new faſhions: to a Sempſter, I was firſt Father for this yellow Sterch, Which did ſucceed the blew; to a Feather-maker For Gentlewomans Fans, mens ſpriggs, and falls; Sometimes I am a Page, and daily attend Upon my Lords luxurious appetites: Then can I play the Maſter, Knight, and Lord, And then coyne ſtrange varieties of riots, Luſts, and exceſſes, never heard before. Indeed, what can I not? Bee good thou canſt not? It never was my ſtudy, and of all things I onely except that. Thou canſt not pray? Yes, both on ſoule and body, where I am ſuffered. Thou canſt not Preach. How then came all thoſe Pulpit Hereſies That have with Chriſtians, Chriſtians ſet at odds? I read to that great Doctor Arius, That poyſon'd three parts of the Chriſtian World; There's not a Sectary, nor a Sciſmaticke, To whom I am not Tutor. Can I then taske thee in nothing? No. Thou canſt not — ſtay? Thou canſt not change affection, nor invert the paſſions of The ſoule; turne hate to love, and love to hate. Tuſh, that with eaſe I can. And revenge wrongs? At pleaſure. One thing more, and I conclude; Thou canſt not raiſe a man of deſperate hopes To a full furniſh'd palme; to pay his debts, And to give freely where he pleaſe to diſtribute?