Sicily and Naples, or The Fatal Union · chunk 27 of 38
Harding, Samuel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Content,— I'll in, and haste me to be gone, To go there is some hope. To stay there's none. To me this? Out of particular respect He stood engaged to repay your merits. Dare you Promise so much for's Lordship? The Contents Of that will speak, how much he tenders goodness In every noble breast. No doubt Sir, but You are familiar with the sense it carries, And can inform me, better than the dark Character. 'Tis that you'd be pleased t'accept A life, for which to's Piety you shall owe, Only a fair acknowledgement. Wondrous good! 'Tis a becoming charity this, and he Wears it amongst the chiefest of his virtues. Sir, it must needs be eminent in's Lordship, Since exercised upon so noble a subject As yourself But stay?— now I think on't, This is a benefit of that nature, it seldom comes Alone, are there not honours too? preferments That wait upon this gift? speak, shall I be His Lordship's creature? He's passionately yours. Are we not for design?— ba, what dark trick Is there i'th' State, that doth imply danger Enough for us to manage, doth he think Us fit to temper poisons, or use the benefit O'th' night to seize on his State-rivals, are we Potent enough for faction, or intended Intelligencer to some foreign Prince? What mean you? Engagements of this nature urge a return Of thanks proportionable to themselves, And what we have of such rich values, I cannot tell, lest t'be our souls forfeited Toth' next occasion his Lordship has to use 'em. This is strange language Sir, my understanding Has not yet arrived at what it means. Go home and study it then:— and d'ye hear, Entreat my Lord, t'employ his favours to Some further profit, he'll scarce be gainer by 'em else. I shall acquaint him with your humour. Do maggot, wriggle, wriggle, do:— Piero. madam! I am all joy, life, honours, Preferment, and what not? Then I'm undone! Piero! didst not promise me to stand The utmost of's temptations? didst thou boast Thy virtuous strength, and fallest at the first onset? Life madam is sweet. If hitherto It hath been so, hereafter 'twill be all Bitterness, thou hast betrayed thy friend to death; The thought of which will sour all thy content, Make thy best pleasures relish worse than gall. Life, with the worst that can befall us, is A good exchange for death; but here are honours Annexed to't Lady! I shall be great in favour. Thou wilt grow big in sin too! thou must barter Thy virtue for preferment; which being gone, At best thou'lt be but painted ruins, A glorious misery; thou must owe life To him, that will infect and kill thy soul. Yet you would be content, Valenzo should Accept a life, on this condition. Yet he may live, and still be virtuous. Why? so may I. Yet he's thy friend. Am not I his too?
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Content, — I'le in, and haſte mee to be gone, To goe there is ſome hope. To ſtay there's none. —To mee this? Out of particular reſpect Hee ſtood ingag'd to repay your merits. Dare you Promiſe ſo much for's Lordſhip? The Contents Of that will ſpeake, how much he tenders goodneſſe In every noble breaſt. No doubt Sir, but You are familiar with the ſenſe it carries, And can informe mee, better than the darke Character. 'Tis that you'd be pleas'd t'accept A life, for which to's Piety you ſhall owe, Onely a faire acknowledgement. Wondrous good! 'Tis a becomming charity this, and hee Weares it amongſt the chiefeſt of his vertues. Sir, it muſt needs be eminent in's Lordſhip, Since exercis'd upon ſo noble a ſubject As your ſelfe But ſtay? — now I thinke on't, This is a benefit of that nature, it ſeldome comes Alone, are there not honours too? preferments That wait upon this gift? ſpeake, ſhall I be His Lordſhips creature? He's paſſionately yours. Are we not for deſigne? — ba, what darke tricke Is there i'th State, that doth imply danger Enough for us to mannage, doth he thinke Us fit to temper poyſons, or uſe the benefit O'th night to ſeize on his State-rivals, are we Potent enough for faction, or intended Intelligencer to ſome forraine Prince? What meane you? Ingagements of this nature urge a returne Of thankes proportionable to themſelves, And what we have of ſuch rich values, I cannot tell, leſt t'be our ſoules forfeited To'th next occaſion his Lordſhip has to uſe 'em. This is ſtrange language Sir, my underſtanding Has not yet arriv'd at what it meanes. Go home and ſtudy it then:—and do'e heare, Entreat my Lord, t'employ his favours to Some further profit, he'le ſcarce be gainer by 'em elſe. I ſhall acquaint him with your humour. Do maggot, wriggle, wriggle, do:— Piero. Madame! I am all joy, life, honours, Preferment, and what not? Then I'me undone! Piero! didſt not promiſe me to ſtand The utmoſt of's temptations? didſt thou boaſt Thy vertuous ſtrength, and fall'ſt at the firſt onſet? Life Madame is ſweet. If hitherto It hath bin ſo, hereafter t'will be all Bitterneſſe, thou haſt betray'd thy friend to death; The thought of which will ſoure all thy content, Make thy beſt pleaſures relliſh worſe then gall. Life, with the worſt that can befall us, is A good exchange for death; but here are honours Annex't to't Lady! I ſhall be great in favour. Thou wilt grow big in ſinne too! thou muſt barter Thy vertue for preferment; which being gone, At beſt thou't be but painted ruines, A glorious miſery; thou muſt owe life To him, that will infect and kill thy ſoule. Yet you would be content, Valenzo ſhould Accept a life, on this condition. Yet he may live, and ſtill be vertuous. Why? ſo may I. Yet he's thy friend. Am not I his too?