Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?) unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I'll give thee somewhat for that jest in troth. But now you are in private, shut your purse, and open your ear sir. How? He's dealing his devotion, hinder him not. I am not literally a Beggar, as Puritanical as I appear The naked Truth is you are happily desired. Ha? Of the most Sweet, delicate, divine, pleasing, ravishing creature Peace, peace, prithee peace. That ever made man's wishes perfect. Nay, say not so; I saw one creature lately Exceeds all humane form for true perfection; this may be beauteous. This for white and red sir, her honour and my oath sue for that pardon, You must not know her name nor see her face. How? She rather chooseth death in her neglect Than so to hazard life or lose respect. How shall I come at her? Let your will Subscribe to the sure means already wrought, She shall be safely pleased, you safely brought. Ha! and is this sheer faith, without any trick in't? Let me perish in this office else; and I need wish No more damnation than to die a Pander. Thou speakest well, when meet we? Five is the fixed hour, upon to morrow's Evening. So, the place? near to the further lodge. Go to then, it holds honest all the way? Else does there live no honesty but in Lawyers. Enough, five? and the furthest lodge? I'll meet thee. Enjoy the sweetest Treasure in a woman. Always excepting and the tyrant's Gem. What, have you done with the Beggar? None that lives can say he has done with the Beggar. Hold conference so long with such a fellow? How? are your wits perfect? if one should refuse to talk with every beggar, he might refuse brave Company sometimes, gallants i'faith. The loss of my dear Queen afflicts me more Than all Lapirus cursed treacheries: inhuman monster! If you have humane forms to fit those voices And hearts that may be pierced with miseries groans Sent from a fainting Spirit; pity a wretch, A miserable man, Prisoner to darkness, Your charitable strengths this way repair, And lift my flesh to the reviving Air. Alas, some travelling man, by night out stripped, Missing his way into this danger slipped; Set all our hands to help him; Come, good man, They that sit high may make their ends below. Millions of thanks and praises. Y'are heavy sir, who ere you be. There's weight within keeps down my soul and men One full strength more makes our pains happy, poor strength helps the poor. So sir, y'are welcome to— Lapirus? oh. We do forgive thy Treachery, revive, 'tis pity and not hate makes goodness thrive. Oh that astonishment had left me dead! Shame, sitting on my brow, weighs down my head: Even thus the guilt of my abhorred sin, Flashed in my face when I beheld the Queen. Our Queen! oh where, Lapirus? tell the rest. Within this forest with her Babes distressed. Which way? lead dear Lapirus. Follow me then.
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Ile give thee somewhat for that jest in troath. But now you are in private, shut your purse, and opēn your eare sir. How? He's dealing his devotion, hinder him not. I am not literally a Begger, as Puritanicall as I appeare The naked Truth is you are happily desired. Ha? Of the most Sweete, delicate, divine, pleasing, ravishing creature Peace, peace, prithee peace. That ever made mans wishes perfect. Nay, say not so; I saw one creature lately Exceeds al humane forme for true perfectiō; this may be beauteous. This for white and red sir, her honour and my oath sue for that pardon, You must not know her name nor see her face. How? She rather chuseth death in her neglect Than so to hazard life or lose respect. How shall I come at her? Let your will Subscribe to the sure meanes already wrought, She shall be safely pleas'd, you safely brought. Ha! and is this sheere faith, without any tricke in't? Let me perish in this office else; and I neede wish No more damnation than to dye a Pander. Thou speakest well, when meete wee? Five is the fixed houre, upon to morrowes Evening. So, the place? Neere to the further lodge. Goe to then, it holds honest all the way? Else does there live no honestie but in Lawyers. Enough, five? and the furthest lodge? Ile meete thee. Enjoy the sweetest Treasure in a woman. Alwayes excepting and the Tyrants Gem. What, have you done with the Begger? None that lives can say he has done with the Begger. Hold conference so long with such a fellow? How? are your wits perfect? if one should refuse to talke with every begger, he might refuse brave Company sometimes, gallants y faith. The losse of my deare Queene afflicts me more Then all Lapirus cursed trecheries: Inhumane monster! If you have humane formes to fit those voyces And hearts that may be pierc'd with miseries groanes Sent from a fainting Spirit; pitty a wretch, A miserable man, Prisoner to darkenesse, Your charitable strengths this way repaire, And lift my flesh to the reviving Ayre. Alas, some travelling man, by night out stript, Missing his way into this danger slipt; Set all our hands to helpe him; Come, good man, They that sit high may make their ends below. Millions of thankes and prayses. Y'are heavie sir, who ere you be. There's weight within keepes downe my soule and mē One full strength more makes our paines happie, poore strength helpes the poore. So sir, y'are welcome to — Lapirus? oh. We doe forgive thy Trechery, revive, Tis pitty and not hate makes goodnesse thrive. Oh that astonishment had left me dead! Shame, sitting on my brow, weighes downe my hēad: Even thus the guilt of my abhorred sinne, Flasht in my face when I beheld the Queenē. Our Queene! oh where, Lapirus? tell the rest. Within this forrest with her Babes distrest. Which way? lead deare Lapirus. Follow me then.