Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
So sir have we; and many reverend teachers, Grave counsellors at law; perfect statesmen. That never knew use of Razor, which may live For want of wit to lose their offices. These were great scholars in their youth. But when Age grows upon men here, their learning wastes, And so decays; that if they live until Threescore, their sons send them to school again. They'd die as speechless else as new born children. 'tis a wise nation; and the piety Of the young men most rare and commendable, Yet give me as a stranger leave to beg Their liberty this day; and what they lose by't, My father when he goes to school, shall answer. I am abused on that side too. 'tis granted. Hold up your heads and thank the gentleman Like scholars, with your heels now. Gratias, Gratias, Gratias.— Well done son Peregrine, he's in's wits I hope. If you lose yours the while, where's my advantage? And trust me, 'twas well done too of Extempore To let the poor old children lose. And now I look well on him he's a proper man. She'll fall in love with the Actor, and undo me. does not his Lady love him, sweet my Lord? Love; yes, and lie with him, as her husband does With's maid. It is their law in the Antipodes. But we have no such laws with us. Do you approve of such a law? No; not so much In this case, where the man and wife do lie With their inferior servants; But in the other, Where the old Citizen would arrest the gallant That took his wares and would not lie with's wife, There it seems reasonable, very reasonable. does it? make't your own case, you are an old man, I love a gentleman, you give him rich presents, To get me a child (because you cannot) must not We look to have our bargain? Give me leave Now to be gone my Lord, though I leave her Behind me; she is mad, and not my wife, And I may leave her. Come; you are moved I see, I'll settle all; But first, prevail with you To taste my wine and sweet meats. The Comedians Shall pause the while. This you must not deny me. I must not live here always, that's my comfort. I thank you Sir, for the poor men's release, It was the first request that I have made Since I came in these confines. 'tis our custom To deny strangers nothing: yea, to offer Of any thing we have, that may be useful, In courtesy to strangers. Will you therefore Be pleased to enter Sir this habitation, And take such viands, beverage, and repose As may refresh you after tedious travails? Thou tak'st him right: for I am sure he's hungry. All I have seen since my arrival, are Wonders. But your humanity excels. Virtue in the Antipodes only dwells. YEt, Mr. joyless, are you pleased? you see Here's nothing but fair play, and all above board.
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So sir have wee; and many reverend teachers, Grave counsellors at law; perfect statesmen. That never knew use of Rasor, which may live For want of wit to loose their offices. These were great schollers in their youth. But when Age growes upon men here, their learning wasts, And so decayes; that if they live untill Threescore, their sons send them to schoole againe. They'd dye as speechlesse else as new born children. Tis a wise nation; and the piety Of the young men most rare and commendable, Yet give me as a stranger leave to beg Their liberty this day; and what they loose by't, My father when he goes to schoole, shall answer. I am abus'd on that side too. Tis granted. Hold up your heads and thanke the gentleman Like schollers, with your heeles now. Gratias, Gratias, Gratias. — Well done sonne Peregrine, he's in's wits I hope. If you lose yours the while, where's my advantage? And trust me, twas well done too of Extempore To let the poore old children loose. And now I looke well on him he's a proper man. She'll fall in love with the Actor, and undoe me. Do's not his Lady love him, sweet my Lord? Love; yes, and lye with him, as her husband do's With's mayd. It is their law in the Antipodes. But we have no such lawes with us. Doe you approve of such a law? No; not so much In this case, where the man and wife doe lye With their inferiour servants; But in the other, Where the old Citizen would arrest the gallant That tooke his wares and would not lye with's wife, There it seemes reasonable, very reasonable. Do's it? Mak't your owne case, you are an old man, I love a gentleman, you give him rich presents, To get me a child (because you cannot) must not We looke to have our bargaine? Give me leave Now to be gone my Lord, though I leave her Behinde me; shee is mad, and not my wife, And I may leave her. Come; you are mov'd I see, I'll settle all; But first, prevaile with you To taste my wine and sweet meats. The Comedians Shall pause the while. This you must not deny me. I must not live here alwaies, that's my comfort. I thanke you Sir, for the poore mens release, It was the first request that I have made Since I came in these confines. Tis our custome To deny strangers nothing: yea, to offer Of any thing we have, that may be usefull, In curtesie to strangers. Will you therefore Be pleas'd to enter Sir this habitation, And take such vyands, beverage, and repose As may refresh you after tedious travailes? Thou tak'st him right: for I am sure he's hungry. All I have seene since my arrivall, are Wonders. But your humanity excells. Vertue in the Antipodes onely dwells. YEt, Mr. Ioylesse, are you pleas'd? you see Here's nothing but faire play, and all above boord.