Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 502 words
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Against all humane reason, for although I have bought feathers of him these four years, And never paid him a penny; yet he dun me So desperately to keep my money still, As if I ought him nothing; he haunts and breaks my sleeps. I swear sir, by the motion of this I wear now, I have had twenty better feathers of him, and as ill paid for, Yet still he dun me to forbear my payment, And to take longer day. I ha' not said my prayers in Mine own lodging sir this twelvemonths day, For sight or thought of him; and how can you Compound this action, or the other of That Russian Coachman that durst lift a hand 'Gainst a Commander. Very easily thus, The Coachman's poor, and scarce his twelvemonth's wages though't be five marks a year will satisfy. Pray name no sum in marks, I have had too many Of's marks already. So you owe the other A debt of twenty pound, the Coachman now Shall for your satisfaction, beat you out Of debt. Beat me again? No sir he shall beat For you your feather man till he take his money. So I'll be satisfied, and help him to More customers of my rank. Leave it to me then, It shall be by posterity repeaten That soldiers ought not to be dund or beaten, Away and keep your money. Thank you sir. An honest lawyer, still how he considers The weak estate of a young Gentleman At arms— But who comes here? a woman. Yes; that has taken up the newest fashion Of the town-militasters. Is it Buff, Or Calf skin trow? she looks as she could beat Out a whole Tavern garrison before her Of mill tasters call you 'em? if her husband Be an old jealous man now, and can please her No better than most ancient husbands can, I warrant she makes herself good upon him. 'tis very good, the play begins to please me. I wait to speak wi'ye sir, but must I stand Your construing and piercing of your scribblings. Cry mercy Lady. Lady does he call her? Thus far I have proceeded in your cause Ith' Marshals court. But shall I have the combat? Pray observe The passages of my proceedings; and The pro's and contras in the windings, workings And carriage of the cause. Fah on your passages, Your windy workings, and your fizzlings at The bar. Come me toth' point, is it decreed, A combat? Well, it is; and here's your order. Now thou hast spoken like a lawyer, And here's thy fee. By no means gentle Lady. Take it, or I will beat thy carcase thinner Than thou hast worn thy gown here. Pardon me. Must I then take you in hand? Hold, hold, I take it. Alas poor man, he will take money yet, Rather than blows, and so far he agrees With our rich lawyers, that sometimes give blows And shrewd ones for their money.
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Against all humane reason, for although I have bought feathers of him these foure yeares, And never paid him a penny; yet he duns me So desperately to keepe my money still, As if I ought him nothing; he haunts and breaks my sleepes. I sweare sir, by the motion of this I weare now, I have had twenty better feathers of him, and as ill paid for▪ Yet still he duns me to forbeare my payment, And to take longer day. I ha'not said my prayers in Mine owne lodging sir this twelvemonths day, For sight or thought of him; and how can you Compound this action, or the other of That Russian Coachman that durst lift a hand 'Gainst a Commander. Very easily thus, The Coachman's poore, and scarce his twelvemoneths wages Tho't be five markes a yeare will satisfie. Pray name no summe in markes, I have had too many Of's markes already. So you owe the other A debt of twenty pound, the Coachman now Shall for your satisfaction, beat you out Of debt. Beate me againe? No sir he shall beate For you your feather man till he take his money. So Ile be satisfied, and helpe him to More customers of my ranke. Leave it to me then, It shall be by posterity repeaten That souldiers ought not to be dund or beaten, Away and keepe your money. Thanke you sir. An honest lawyer, still how he considers The weake estate of a young Gentleman At armes — But who comes here? a woman. Yes; that has taken up the newest fashion Of the towne-militasters. Is it Buffe, Or Calfe skin troe? she lookes as she cold beate Out a whole Taverne garison before her Of mill tasters call you 'em? if her husband Be an old jealous man now, and can please her No better then most ancient husbands can, I warrant she makes her selfe good upon him. Tis very good, the play begins to please me. I wayt to speake w'yee sir, but must I stand Your constring and piercing of your scriblings. Cry mercy Lady. Lady does he call her? Thus farre I have proceeded in your cause Ith' Marshalls court. But shall I have the combate? Pray observe The passages of my proceedings; and The pro's and contras in the windings, workings And carriage of the cause. Fah on your passages, Your windy workings, and your fislings at The barre. Come me toth' poynt, is it decreed, A combate? Well, it is; and heer's your order. Now thou hast spoken like a lawyer, And heer's thy fee. By no meanes gentle Lady. Take it, or I will beat thy carcasse thinner Then thou hast worne thy gowne here. Pardon me. Must I then take you in hand? Hold, hold, I take it. Alas poore man, he will take money yet, Rather then blowes, and so farre he agrees With our rich lawyers, that sometimes give blowes And shrewd ones for their money.