D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Hold your peace, there's more in the company. Well said, i'faith, thank him Lodwick. It's not worth it, though I should say as much by you. This fellow flows with wit. Gallants, when were you at Court? I have been desired thither forty times, my wife (I think) has a hundred friends there: besides Cooks and Pantlers, that she has had many a good thing of, and they have sworn to bid me welcome for her sake. You may see what comes by marriage? If we might see all that comes by marriage, there would be old butting abroad? Here's the sum, perform thy word, and claim it. Good morrow, good Arbaces. Make me not known to these? Vallentius. He? Are you not mad, I heard no less of late. Report's a calumnious quean, and will abuse virtue itself you see, both what he is, and what he was? I am not sorry, that I am deceived: hear you not of Franciscus. Upon my credit nothing. Fair be your company, come Gentlemen. What's he that throws his Cloak about his nose? Is it not Iulio? By all exterior seeming? My life 'tis he? What should this mean? I was asking that. Marked you Arbaces: he hath some drift in hand. Did you not note his followers? Yes, and the Arms they carried. Shall we trace them, sirs? and leave our wonder: I dare gauge my life, the knowledge will deserve the industry? You speak my words. He named Franciscus. Yes, and questioned me. Withal, observed you but his speed. Come, we will pursue him. La, la, la, la: nay, I pray take me with you Gentlemen. If not for company, for mirth's sake, take heed before there. In mighty men how great appears the virtue ne'er so small; how small the vice, though mighty Philosophy, they rules bridles my cogitations, and prolongs, what manhood would disdain, the time to come appalls my courage and strikes instant fears through every nerve and artery: might we like beasts end when we die, and never make account in no other place then here: what heart so base would fear the threatning Law? Flatter the Judge to save him: I would not sure: but there is bliss and torment much to come, we cannot think on't yet the Resurrection awes me, I am much distempered, and want of company, begets in me millions of terrors: Iulio tarries long, my Orisons secure him, could the tears wash the blood but of my hands, my mind were something free. This is the place, and there Franciscus walks. Where? That's he: apprehend him, i'll not be seen in't. Your office, sir. What are these for men. Lay hands upon him. What mean you friends? This we mean to attach you, as a murderer. Arbaces, I am betrayed. Look to the homicide, such mercy as a Tiger yields his prey, when he's pinched for want of what's his booty, expect from me thou murderer.
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Hold your peace, there's more in the company. Well ſaid, yfaith, thank him Lodwick. It's not worth it, though I ſhould ſay as much by you. This fellow flows with wit. Gallants, when were you at Court? I have been deſired thether fortie times, my wife (I thinke) has a hundred friends there: beſides Cooks and Pantlers, that ſhe has had many a good thing of, and they have ſworn to bid me welcome for her ſake. You may ſee what comes by marriage? If we might ſee all that comes by marriage, there would be old butting abroad? Here's the ſumme, perform thy word, and claime it. Good morrow, good Arbaces. Make me not known to theſe? Vallentius. Hee? Are you not mad, I heard no leſſe of late. Report's a calumnious quean, and will abuſe vertue it ſelf you ſee, both what he is, and what he was? I am not ſorrie, that I am deceiv'd: heare you not of Franciſcus. Upon my credit nothing. Faire be your companie, come Gentlemen. What's he that throws his Cloake about his noſe? Is it not Iulio? By all exterior ſeeming? My life 'tis he? What ſhould this mean? I was asking that. Mark't you Arbaces: he hath ſome drift in hand. Did you not note his followers? Yes, and the Arms they carried. Shall we trace them, firs? and leave our wonder: I dare gage my life, the knowledge will deſerve the induſtry? You ſpeake my words. Hee named Franciſcus. Yes, and queſtion'd me. Withall, obſerv'd you but his ſpeed. Come, wee will purſue him. La, la, la, la: nay, I pray take me with you Gentlemen. If not for company, for mirth's ſake, take heed before there. In mightie men how great appears the vertue nere ſo ſmall; how ſmall the vice, though mighty Philoſophie, they rules bridles my cogitations, and prolongs, what manhood would diſdain, the time to come appales my courage and ſtrikes inſtant feares through every nerve and artery: might wee like beaſts end when wee die, and never make account in no other place then heer: what heart ſo baſe would feare the threatning Law? Flatter the Judge to ſave him: I would not ſure: but there is bliſſe and torment much to come, wee cannot thinke on't yet the Reſurrection aws me, I am much diſtempered, and want of companie, begets in me millions of terrours: Iulio tarries long, my Oriſons ſecure him, could the teares waſh the bloud but of my hands, my minde were ſomething free. This is the place, and there Franciſcus walks. Where? That's he: apprehend him, i'le not be ſeen in't. Your office, ſir. What are theſe for men. Lay hands upon him. What mean you friends? This we mean to attach you, as a murderer. Arbaces, I am betray'd. Look to the homicide, ſuch mercie as a Tiger yields his prey, when he's pincht for want of what's his booty, expect from me thou murtherer.