Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Alas poor lady Love, art thou driven so low? Some little pittance on thee i'll bestow. Hold Simplicity, carry her three or four Ducats from me, And commend me to her even very heartily. Duck eggs, yes i'll carry them, and 'twere as many as this would hold. Tush thou knowest not what I mean, take this, 'tis gold. Mas 'tis gold indeed, why, wilt lend away thy gold, hast thou no more need? I think thou art grown plaguy rich with thy dissembling trade, But i'll carry my lady the gold, for this will make her well apaid. And Sir, carry lady loves gown back again, for my fellow Usury Shall not have her gown, I am sure so much he will befriend me. But what shall Conscience gown do, shall I carry it back again too? Nay, let Conscience gown and skin to Usury go. If nobody cared for Conscience more than I, They would hang her up like bacon in a chimney to dry. Faith I told thee thou caredst not for Conscience nor honesty: I think indeed it will never be the death of thee. But i'll go conspatch my arrant so soon as I can tell ye, For now I ha' gold, I would fain have some good meat in my belly. Nay i'll hie me after, that I may send back lady Loves gown. For I would not have Love bought quite out of town. marry for Conscience tut, I care not two straws, Why I should take care for her, I know no kind of cause. Oh what shall I say? Usury hath undone me, and now he hates me to the death. And seeks by all means possible for to bereave me of breath. I cannot rest in any place, but he hunts and follows me everywhere. That I know no place to abide, I live so much in fear. But out alas, here comes he that will shorten my days, O have I caught your old grey beard you be the man whom the people so praise: You are a frank Gentleman, and full of liberality. Why, who had all the praise in London or England, but M. Hospitality? But i'll master you now i'll hold you a groat. What will you kill me? No, i'll do nothing but cut thy throat. O help, help, help for God's sake. What lamentable cry was that I heard one make? O lady Conscience, now or never help me. why, what wilt thou do with him Usury? what will I do with him? marry cut his throat and then no more O dost thou not remember that thou shalt dearly answer for Hospitality that good member, reframe it therefore. Refrain me no refraining nor answer me no answering, The matter is answered well enough in this thing, For God's sake spare him, for country sake spare him, for pity sake spare him; for love sake spare him, for Conscience sake forbear him.
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Alas poore lady Loue, art thou driuen so low? Some little pittance on thee ile bestow. Hold Simplicitie, carry her three or foure Duckats from me, And commend me to her euen very hartily. Ducke egges, yes ile carry them, and twere as many as this would holde. Tush thou knowest not what I meane, take this, tis golde. Mas tis gold indeed, why, wilt lend away thy golde, hast thou no more need? I thinke thou art growne plaguy rich with thy dissembling trade, But ile carry my ladie the gold, for this will make her well apaid. And , carry lady Loues gowne backe againe, for my fellow Usurie Shall not haue her gowne, I am sure so much he will befriend me. But what shal Conscience gown do, shall I carry it backe again too? Nay, let Conscience gowne and skin to Usurie go. If no body cared for Conscience more than I, They would hang her vp like bacon in a chimney to drie. Faith I told thee thou caredst not for Conscience nor honestie: I thinke indeed it will neuer be the death of thee. But ile go conspatch my arrant so soone as I can tell ye, For now I ha gold, I would faine haue some good meat in my belly. Nay ile hie me after, that I may send back lady Loues gown. For I would not haue Loue bought quite out of towne. Mary for Conscience tut, I care not two strawes, Why I should take care for her, I know no kind of cause. Oh what shall I say? Usurie hath vndone mee, and now he hates me to the death. And seekes by all meanes possible for to bereaue me of breath. I cannot rest in any place, but he hunts and followes me euery where▪ That I know no place to abide, I liue so much in feare. But out alas, here comes he that will shorten my daies, O haue I caught your olde gray beard you be the man whome the people so praise: You are a franke Gentleman, and full of liberalitie. Why, who had all the praise in London or England, but M. Hospitality? But ile maister you now ile hold you a groat. What will you kill me? No, ile do nothing but cut thy throate. O helpe, helpe, helpe for Gods sake. What lamentable crie was that I heard one make? O lady Conscience, now or neuer helpe me. why, what wilt thou do with him Usurie? what will I do with him? mary cut his throat and then no more O doest thou not remember that thou shalt dearly answer for Hospitalitie that good member, reframe it therefore. Refraine me no refraining nor answere me no answering▪ The matter is answered well inough in this thing, For Gods sake spare him, for cuntry sake spare him, for pitie sake spare him; for Loue sake spare him, for Conscience sake forbeare him.