Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Let country, pity, Love, Conscience, & all go in respect of myself, He shall die, come ye feeble wretch, i'll dress ye like an elf. But yet Usury, consider the lamentable cry of the poor, For lack of Hospitality, fatherless children are turned out of door. Consider again the complaint of the sick, blind and lame, That will cry unto the Lord for vengeance on thy head in his name. Is the fear of God so far from thee that thou hast no feeling at all? O repent Usury, leave Hospitality, and for mercy at the Lords hand call. Leave prating Conscience, thou canst not mollify my heart, He shall in despite of thee and all other feel his deadly smart. Yet i'll not commit the murder openly, But hale the villain into a corner, and so kill him secretly. Come ye miserable drudge, and receive thy death. Help good lady, help, he will stop my breath. Alas I would help thee, but I have not the power. Farewell lady Conscience, you shall have Hospitality in London nor England no more. O help, help help some good body. Who is that calls for help so hastily? Out alas thy fellow Usury hath killed Hospitality. Now God's blessing on his heart, why 'twas time he were dead, He was an old churl, with never a good tooth in his head. And he near kept no good cheer that I could see: For if one had not come at dinner time he should have gone away hungry. I could never get my belly full of meat, He had nothing but beef, bread and cheese for me to eat. Now I would have had some Pies or bag puddings with great lumps of fat: But he did keep my mouth well enough from that. Faith and he be dead, he is dead, let him go to the devil and he will. Or if he will not go thither, let him even lie there still. I'll near make a lamentation for an old churl, For he has lived a great while, and now 'tis time that he were out of the world. What Conscience, thou look'st like a poor pigeon pulled of late. what Lucar, thou look'st like a whore full of deadly hate. Alas Conscience, I am sorry for thee, but cannot weep. Alas Lucar, I am sorry for thee that thou canst no honesty keep: But such as thou art, such are thy attenders on thee, As appears by thy servant Usury, that hath killed that good member Hospitality. Faith Hospitality is killed and hath made his will, And hath given Dissimulation three trees upon a high hill. Come hither Dissimulation, and hie you hence so fast as you may And help thy fellow Usury to convey himself out of the way, Further, will the justices, if they chance to see him, not to know him. Or know him, not by any means to hinder him. And they shall command thrice so much at my hand. Go trudge, run out away, how dost thou stand?
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Let cuntry, pittie, Loue, Conscience, & all go in respect of my selfe, He shall die, come ye feeble wretch, ile dresse ye like an elfe. But yet Usurie, consider the lamentable crie of the poore, For lacke of Hospitalitie, fatherlesse children are turned out of doore. Consider againe the complaint of the sicke, blind and lame, That will crie vnto the Lord for vengeance on thy head in his name. Is the feare of God so farre from thee that thou hast no feeling at all? O repent Usurie, leaue Hospitalitie, and for mercie at the Lords hande call. Leaue prating Conscience, thou canst not mollifie my hart, He shall in despite of theee and all other fele his deadly smart. Yet ile not commit the murther openly, But hale the villaine into a corner, and so kill him secretly. Come ye miserable drudge, and receiue thy death▪ Helpe good lady, helpe, he will stop my breath. Alas I would helpe thee, but I haue not the power. Farewell lady Conscience, you shall haue Hospitalitie in London nor England no more. O helpe, helpe helpe some good bodie. Who is that calles for helpe so hastily? Out alas thy fellow Usurie hath killed Hospitalitie. Now Gods blessing on his heart, why twas time he were dead▪ He was an olde churle, with neuer a good tooth in his head. And he nere kept no good cheare that I could see: For if one had not come at dinner time hee should haue gone away hungrie. I could neuer get my belly full of meat, He had nothing but beefe, bread and cheefe for me to eate. Now I would haue had some Pyes or bag puddings with great lumps of at: But he did keepe my mouth well enough from that. Faith and he be dead, he is dead, let him go to the deuill and he will. Or if he will not go thither, let him euen lie there still. Ile nere make a lamentation for an olde churlde, For he has liude a great while, and now tis time that he were out of the worlde. What Conscience, thou lookst like a poore pidgeon puld of late. what Lucar, thou lookst like a whore full of deadly hate. Alas Conscience, I am sorie for thee, but cannot weepe. Alas Lucar, I am sorie for thee that thou canst no honestie keep: But such as thou art, such are thy attenders on thee, As appeares by thy seruant Usurie, that hath killed that good member Hospitalitie. Faith Hospitalitie is killed and hath made his will, And hath giuen Dissimulation three trees vpon a high hill. Come hither Dissimulation, and hie you hence o fast as you may And helpe thy fellow Usurie to conuey himselfe out of the way, Further, will the Iustices, if they chaunce to see him, not to know him▪ Or know him, not by any meanes to hinder him. And they shall commaund thrise so much at my hand. Go trudge, runne out away, how doest thou stand?