D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 488 words
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I would provide me of some necessaries, small in expense, which make a mighty miss, and health cries out to have: so if you please but let me fit my present want, at my return enjoin me to your will, though it continue to the latest date, and I am serviceable. Speak no more such words, but make your own content: yet good Iulio be not absent long, make me not long to see thee. Such shall be my speed, you will not wish me sooner to return. Not wish thee? yes, though thou shouldst make return ere thou depart. Mark the end. Be brief, and goodness take with thee. This Iulio, if desert might purchase Fame, deserves sufficient: but thou art partial Fortune in cramming Buzzards, whilst the Eagle starves: How many in this fertile Italy, whom Nature moulded when she loathed her task, and blew her seed among the ignorant, hast thou adorned with plenty? whilst seemly virtue, wracked with poverty, jets under base control: There's no felicity, nor true content here upon earth: The Spider builds his Web in Barns and Palaces: and the Prince himself tastes gall as honey: Happiness there's none, for lest or greatest: Here my grief so parches me, that it does pain me to relate my woes, and make my feelings known. Beneath this Hill a clear and pleasant fountain curls along, whose shallowness makes the small pebbles' pear above like Rocks, and murmur as she runs down to the silver Current, thither will I high, and borrow so much of her watery store, as will assuage my thirst: All things are kind, And feed our wants when they themselves are pined. Now my caterwauling puss, how didst thou like my last Cheat? did I not fool them finely? Thou art the very mere Mephostophelus, and I persuade myself thou hast new vampt thy wits. Tush these are nothing: I have cheated one of the bravest Statesmen of the world; the very quintessence of Spain: Nay, I have fooled him who boasted in his Country, he had gulled all our Nation A Gelding is not rid in the horse-fair, but he is mine to ride, maugre his Master's teeth. I have outfaced a fellow of his horse in the open Market, sold him before his face; & but making a question whether he trots or ambles, ride away both with the horse and money, my puss. Sweet monkey look to the house at home, I must abroad again, to fetch in a new purchase. mayst thou thrive according to thy will, and to my wishes. And what's your Action? Three hundred pound: be you ready to snap him, and not to escape you without good bail: he's as slippery as an Eel. Therefore we'll take him by the shoulder, and not by the tail; and so we shall be sure to hold him. But can you show us the man?
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I would provide me of ſome neceſſaries, ſmall in expence, which make a mighty miſſe, and health cryes out to have: ſo if you pleaſe but let me fit my preſent want, at my returne enjoyne me to your will, though it continue to the lateſt date, and I am ſerviceable. Speake no more ſuch words, but make your owne content: yet good Iulio be not abſent long, make me not long to ſee thee. Such ſhall be my ſpeed, you will not wiſh me ſooner to returne. Not wiſh thee? yes, though thou ſhouldſt make return e're thou depart. Marke the end. Be briefe, and goodneſſe take with thee. This Iulio, if deſert might purchaſe Fame, deſerves ſufficient: but thou art partiall Fortune in cramming Buzzards, whilſt the Eagle ſterves: How many in this fertile Italy, whom Nature moulded when ſhe loath'd her taske, and blew her ſeed among the ignorant, haſt thou adorn'd with plenty? whilſt ſeemely vertue, wrackt with poverty, jets under baſe controule: There's no felicity, nor true content here upon earth: The Spider builds his Webbe in Barnes and Palaces: and the Prince himſelfe taſtes gall as hony: Happineſſe there's none, for leaſt or greateſt: Here my griefe ſo parches me, that it does paine me to relate my woes, and make my feelings knowne. Beneath this Hill a cleare and pleaſant fountaine curles along, whoſe ſhallowneſſe makes the ſmall pibbles 'peare above like Rocks, and murmure as ſhee runnes downe to the ſilver Current, thither will I high, and borrow ſo much of her watry ſtore, as will aſſwage my thirſt: All things are kinde, And feed our wants when they themſelves are pin'd. Now my Catter-whauling Puſſe, how didſt thou like my laſt Cheat? did I not foole them finely? Thou art the very meere Mephostophelus, and I perſwade my ſelfe thou haſt new vampt thy wits. Tuſh theſe are nothing: I have cheated one of the braveſt Stats-men of the world; the very quinteſſence of Spaine: Nay, I have fool'd him who boaſted in his Country, he had guld all our Nation A Guelding is not rid in the horſe-faire, but hee is mine to ride, maugre his Maſters teeth. I have out-fac'd a fellow of his horſe in the open Market, ſold him before his face; & but making a queſtion whether he trots or ambles, ride away both with the horſe and mony, my Puſſe. Sweet Munkey looke to the houſe at home, I muſt abroad againe, to fetch in a new purchaſe. Maiſt thou thrive according to thy will, and to my wiſhes. And what's your Action? Three hundred pound: bee you ready to ſnappe him, and not to eſcape you without good baile: he's as ſlippery as an Eele. Therefore we'le take him by the ſhoulder, and not by the taile; and ſo we ſhall be ſure to hold him. But can you ſhew us the man?