The Constant Maid (Love Will Find Out the Way) · chunk 1 of 32
Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1630(?)-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
NAy, let's not part so heavily. For mine own part It does not trouble me so much, that you Have broke up house; for hospitality Went out of fashion with crop-doublets And codpieces: but I that have worn out So many liveries under the worshipful Old Gentleman your father. My father had an office, which brought in A fair revenue; I inherit but His little land, whose annual profits won't Encourage me to live at the same height: Ye may meet better fortunes, there's enough Preferment in the world; my love and best Assistance promise to yourselves. I do not Stand upon wages, Sir, I will not leave you. How wilt thou live? As other mortals do; yet I'll not play The thief, that is a course by which a man May soon ascend the ladder of preferment: But I ne'er loved these climbing trees. I cannot Cheat, though I have heard there is an art, A devilish deal of knowledge in the dice; And if men won't part with money, some Will fetch it out o'th' bones: but the best casting Is in a Tavern, when the wine and reckoning Come up together; some do spin a living by't: And there are many secret ways for Serving-men To live, it is not wages does maintain All of our Tribe, Sir; and especially Those that have Mistresses. But I am a Bachelor. I pray let me be one of your buttons still then, I am not half worn out; you know what mould I'm made off, I did ever honest service; And though my fellow Vermin can forsake Your falling house, I do not fear the rafters; By this hand, Sir, I'll wait upon you, though Like great men's servants, I do live on nothing But looks, and the air of commendations. Well, since you are so resolute, attend me, The rest I here discharge, there's somewhat more, Not worth the name of bounty, I wish all A happier entertainment. And there be No remedy, heaven bless you, Sir. Pray give me leave to wet my lips with these My fellows, sorrow has made but a dry proverb, I must toth' Tavern, and condole a quart. Meet me at Mistress Bellamy's then. I shall, Sir. How now Masters. You speak not To me, Sir, I am a servant still indeed; With them the case is altered, they are masters, For they want services. Oh, Master Playfare. It is not now as when Andrea lived, This place was made for pleasure, not for death. There was a time when mortals whetted knives. In time of yore, when men killed brutish beasts. Oh cruel Butcher, whosoever thou wert. Do not you know what all this signifies? Not I. My master has given over housekeeping. He has committed Burglary, broke up the cellar, And thrown the kitchen out at the hall window.
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NAy, let's not part so heavily. For mine owne part It does not trouble me so much, that you Have broke up house; for hospitalitie Went out of fashion with crop-doublets And cod-peeces: but I that have worne out So many liveries under the worshipfull Old Gentleman your father. My father had an office, which brought in A faire revenew; I inherit but His little land, whose annuall profits wo'not Encourage me to live at the same height: Yee may meet better fortunes, there's enough Preferment in the world; my love and best Assistance promise to your selves. I do not Stand upon wages, Sir, I will not leave you. How woot thou live? As other mortals do; yet I'll not play The thiefe, that is a course by which a man May soone ascend the ladder of preferment: But I ne're lov'd these climbing trees. I cannot Cheat, though I have heard there is an art, A devillish deale of knowledge in the dice; And if men wonot part with money, some Will fetch it out o'th' bones: but the best casting Is in a Taverne, when the wine and reckoning Come up together; some doe spin a living by't: And there are many secret wayes for Serving-men To live, it is not wages does maintaine All of our Tribe, Sir; and especially Those that have Mistresses. But I am a Bachelour. I pray let me be one of your buttons still then, I am not halfe worne out; you know what mould I'm made off, I did ever honest service; And though my fellow Vermin can forsake Your falling house, I doe not feare the rafters; By this hand, Sir, I'll wait upon you, though Like great mens servants, I do live on nothing But looks, and the aire of commendations. Well, since you are so resolute, attend me, The rest I here discharge, there's somewhat more, Not worth the name of bountie, I wish all A happier entertainment. And there be No remedy, heaven blesse you, Sir. Pray give me leave to wet my lips with these My fellowes, sorrow has made but a dry proverb, I must toth' Taverne, and condole a quart. Meet me at Mistresse Bellamies then. I shall, Sir. How now Masters. You speake not To me, Sir, I am a servant still indeed; With them the case is alter'd, they are masters, For they want services. Oh, Master Playfare. It is not now as when Andrea liv'd, This place was made for pleasure, not for death. There was a time when mortals whetted knives. In time of yore, when men kill'd brutish beasts. Oh cruell Butcher, whosoe're thou wert. Do not you know what all this signifies? Not I. My master house-keeping. He has committed Burglarie, broke up the cellar, And throwne the kitchin out at the hall window.