Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 21 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
It booteth not to speak to him, he is in such a heat, But I durst lay my life Fedele wrought this feat. It may be so. Thy falsehood and thy Sorcery, at length I have perceived, But by thy subtle train, no longer will I be deceived. I said, it was Fedele's deed, but Crack-stone is too slow, To cut him off, before this rumours root begin to grow. Mistress, I'll seek Crack-stone, and haste him to the deed, Else I perceive that very ill, yourself is like to speed. Do so, and till I see Fortunio's angry mood be passed, 'tis best out of his presence to convey myself in haste. Farewell Sir Fortunio, think as you find me. I will, and will revenge it as far as you bind me. Fie heartless wretch, slothful, and that that's more, Yet unrevenged, why did I stay my hand? Why did I not her faithless body gore? Whiles in my power before me she did stand. Why did I not for to fulfil my vow: Do that, which none would cover nor allow? Her treason makes my raging thoughts to swell, Beyond the bounds of all humanity, Her falsehood drives the Furies out of hell. To practice strange and extreme cruelty. Yet neither rancorous force, nor ugly fiend, Hath scourge enough for such a double friend. But yet before revenge my fury take, I'll offer service to Virginia. lest every dame here after me forsake, When it is known how I used Victoria. Good luck, Medusa here methinks I see, A cunning broker, very fit for me. My toil so great, reward so small, that every man doth give, Hath made me weary of my trade, uncertain how to live. Well met Medusa, whether goest thou with thy Pack so late? I was abroad to sell my wares, at every lady's gate. But being overtaken thus by night, I hie me home, Till Fortune send a better market, for the world is done. What hast thou sold? Nothing but words, What hast thou got? Nothing but wind: That market thou might'st well have kept, and yet have left thy Pack behind, Not so, for by the carriage that within my pretty Pack I have, I enter in those ladies' chambers, that I find both fine and brave. And under colour of the trifles I bear about to sell, I plead for such as you good Sir, that feel by love the force of hell. What hast thou there? Calls Gorgets, Hears, Powders to make a Ball, Vallentia Gloves, and Venice Rolls, to rub the teeth withal. Laces, Purses, Rings, Busks, wires, and Glasses fine, bracelets, Perfumes, Stilled waters, Sops in wine. pins, Bodkins, Stays, and other kind of stuff, No more but tell me what you lack, and you shall have enough. A thousand knacks I have, to utter, which I must be slow, Because they are so secret, as becomes not you to know.
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¶It booteth not to speake to him, he is in such a heate, But I durst lay my life Fedele wrought this feate. ¶It may be so. ¶Thy falshood and thy Sorcerie, at length I haue perceiu'de, But by thy subtile traine, no longer will I be deceiu'de. ¶I said, it was Fedeles déede, but Crack-stone is too slow, To cut him off, before this rumors roote beginne to grow. ¶Mistresse, I'le séeke Crack-stone, and haste him to the deede, Els I perceiue that very ill, your selfe is like to spéede. ¶Doe so, and till I sée Fortunioes angry moode be past, T'is best out of his presence to conueighe my selfe in haste. Farewell Sir Fortunio, thinke as you finde me. ¶I will, and will reuenge it as farre as you binde me. Fye hartlesse wretche, slowthfull, and that that's more, Yet vnreuenged, why did I stay my hand? Why did I not her faithlesse body gore? Whiles in my power before me she did stand. Why did I not for to fulfill my vowe: Doe that, which none would couer nor allowe? Her treason makes my raging thoughts to swell, Beyonde the boundes of all humanitie, Her falshoode driues the Furies out of hell. To practise straunge and extreame crueltie. Yet neither rancoures force, nor ougly fiende, Hath scourge ynough for such a double friende. But yet before reuenge my furie take, I'le offer seruice to Virginia. Least euery dame here after me forsake, When it is knowen how I vsed Victoria. Good lucke, Medusa héer me thinkes I sée, A cunning broker, very fit for mée. ¶Mytoyle so great, rewarde so small, that euery man dooth giue, Hath made me weary of my trade, vncertaine how to liue. ¶Well met Medusa, whether goest thou with thy Packe so late? ¶I was abroade to sell my wares, at euery Ladies gate. But being ouertaken thus by night, I hie me home, Till Fortune send a better market, for the worlde is done. ¶What hast thou solde? ¶Nothing but wordes, ¶What hast thou got? Nothing but winde: ¶That market thou mighst well haue kept, and yet haue left thy Packe behinde, ¶Not so, for by the carriage that within my prettie Packe I haue, I enter in those Ladies chambers, that I finde both fine and braue. And vnder colour of the trifles I beare about to sell, I pleade for such as you good Syr, that féele by loue the force of hell. ¶What hast thou there? ¶Calles Gorgets, Heares, Powders to make a Ball, Vallentia Gloues, and Venice Rolles, to rubbe the téeth withall. Laces, Purses, Rings, Buskes, Wyers, and Glasses fine, Bracelettes, Perfumes, Stilled waters, Sops in wine. Pinnes, Bodkins, Staies, and other kinde of stuffe, No more but tell me what you lacke, and you shall haue ynough. A thousand knackes I haue, to vtter, which I must be slow, Because they are so secret, as becomes not you to knowe.