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
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And I will, I bid thee that thy money ne'er shall do, save thee. Beshrew you sir, you made me start, What is your will with me? I speak to thee As to the Drawer at the vintner's Bar: What is all paid? And like the Bar-boy I When you bring ready money, and keep touch All's paid sir, and y'are welcome. 'Tis confessed. What's he that looks so ghastly? 'Tis the Devil. My Pen and Inkhorn bless me. All those crosses that I have figured on the Princes Coin, stand still betwixt me and danger, These are discharged, what refuge hast thou now? Nay bring me unto all thy Creditors; I'll prove thy debts discharged. I pray how many Of our best London Gallants that hope Heaven, Can say the like? merit I Hell for that? But I must have my bargain. Two words to't. Hast thou not owed to these? Most true, I have. Resolve me friends, as you are Gentlemen, In what known sums did this man stand engaged to Each of you? I know not why you ask sir, But the time was he aught me some few pieces, I thought them desperate once, but nobly, since He to the full hath seen me satisfied. I never met with a more generous debtor, I only trusted him with some few sums, And he hath paid me use and principal, A thing I ne'er expected. That's all Gentlemen— morrow The like to you; I wonder what the Devil Slightall ails, he looks so strangely on us? Sparks no doubt, of his first madness. Do but name the man, to whom thou canst appeal. I must confess I'm gone by th'common Law, The Chancery too, because of thee, my conscience, If to any, I appeal to the Church. And to whom there? To any reverent Father. Then to these, to both, or either, freely take thy choice. Holy friar Bernard then, my parting breath Could not desire a better confessor. read there, and tell me what thou think'st of that. Give me but leave to take my second eyes, I will resolve you presently. In th'interim, what's the best news in the parish? Where I live? Yes. I'll tell thee all I know, We are better to the Suburbs than they planted Within the City; thereon holy days The tavern doors are ever shut till six, Else is the Vintner fined; but there where we Keep rendezvous may be let in at three, and never stir The Informers. Horrible; what tremor this begets? Is that the Devil? So this Indenture speaks. Ten thousand Creeds, as many Paternosters, Ave Maries stand between me and harm. In these conditions, I like a cunning Lawyer find a Clause to cheat the Devil, and to save a soul; Be'st thou the greatest fell with Lucifer, Nay he himself, I now am armed for thee: what claimest Thou of this man? I claim a soul. Which is not forfeit. Show me reasons why.
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And I will, I bid thee that thy money Ne're ſhall doe, ſave thee. Beſhrow you ſir, you made me ſtart, What is your will with me? I ſpeake to thee As to the Drawer at the Vintners Barre: What is all paid? And like the Bar-boy I When you bring ready mony, and keepe touch All's pay'd ſir, and y'are welcome. 'Tis confeſſ'd. What's he that lookes ſo gaſtly? 'Tis the Divell. My Pen and Inkhorne bleſſe me. All thoſe croſſes that I have figur'd on the Princes Coyne, ſtand ſtill betwixt me and danger, Theſe are diſcharg'd, what refuge haſt thou now? Nay bring me unto all thy Creditors; Ile prove thy debts diſcharg'd. I pray how many Of our beſt London Gallants that hope Heaven, Can ſay the like? merit I Hell for that? But I muſt have my bargaine. Two words to't. Haſt thou not ow'd to theſe? Moſt true, I have. Reſolve me friends, as you are Gentlemen, In what knowne ſummes did this man ſtand ingag'd to Each of you? I know not why you aske ſir, But the time was he ought me ſome few peeces, I thought them deſperate once, but nobly, ſince He to the full hath ſeene me ſatisfied. I never met with a more generous debtor, I onely truſted him with ſome few ſummes, And he hath paid me uſe and principall, A thing I ne're expected. That's all Gentlemen—morow The like to you; I wonder what the Divell Slightall ayles, he lookes ſo ſtrangely on us? Sparkes no doubt, of his firſt madneſſe. Doe but name the man, to whom thou canſt appeale. I muſt confeſſe I'me gone by th'common Law, The Chancery too, becauſe of thee, my conſcience, If to any, I appeale to the Church. And to whom there? To any reverent Father. Then to theſe, to both, or either, freely take thy choice. Holy Frier Bernard then, my parting breath Could not deſire a better confeſſor. Reade there, and tell me what thou think'ſt of that. Give me but leave to take my ſecond eyes, I will reſolve you preſently. In th'interim, what's the beſt newes in the pariſh? Where I live? Yes. Ile tell thee all I know, We are better to the Suburbes than they planted Within the City; thereon holy dayes The taverne doores are ever ſhut till ſixe, Elſe is the Vintner fin'd; but there where wee Keepe rendevous may be let in at three, and never ſtir The Informers. Horrible; what tremour this begets? Is that the Divell? So this Indenture ſpeakes. Ten thouſand Creeds, as many Pater-noſters, Ave Maries ſtand betweene me and harme. In theſe conditions, I like a cunning Lawyer find a Clauſe to cheate the Divell, and to ſave a ſoule; Be'ſt thou the greateſt fell with Lucifer, Nay he himſelfe, I now am arm'd for thee: what claim'ſt Thou of this man? I claime a ſoule. Which is not forfeit. Shew me reaſons why.