The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 8 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.83 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Because of thy praise, what's the price of the picture. I'll tell thee my lad, come hither, if thou wilt be ruled by me thou shalt pay nothing, I'll give it thee, if thou wilt dwell with me, and I promise thee this counsel is for thy prefarming, hadst not thou better serve a free man of the City, and learn a trade to live another day, than to be a serving boy in thy youth and to have no occupation in thine age, I can make thee free if thou wilt be my prentice. Why, wealth is free everywhere, what need I serve you?. My Lord is a freeman if that may do me good. I cry ye mercy M. boy, than your master is free of the lords company and you serve him that ye may be a Lord when ye come out of your years. Wealth is a proud boy, gaffer what say you to me? Thy name is wit, wilt thou dwell with me? If I like your name and science, perchance we'll agree Nay, my name & mine honesty is all one, it is well known He's a very fool that cannot beguile me, for my name is simplicity. Coads' gaffer were not you a mealman once and dwelled with Lady Conscience? Yes, for want of a better. What, a better man? No, for want of a better mistress, she was as very a fool as I We dwelled so long together that we went both on begging. Indeed they that use a good conscience cannot suddenly be rich, But I'll not dwell with ye, you are too simple a master for me. Nor I'll not dwell with you for all this world's treasure. No, why whom serve you Will? I serve my Lord pleasure. And whom serve you wit? I serve my Lord policy And whom serve you wealth? I serve my Lord pomp. You should be served all with my Lord Birchley if you were well served, these lads are so lordly that louts care not for them: for wealth serves Pomp, Wit serves policy, and will serves pleasure. wealth, will you buy this picture for your Lord? No, it's too base a Present for pomp. And policy seldom regards such a trifle. Come on gaffer, come on, I must be your best chapman, I'll buy it for pleasure, hold, there is a great: Gramercy good will, my wife shall love thee still, And since I can neither get Wit nor wealth, Let my wife have her will, and let me have my health. God forgive me, I think I never name her, but it conjures her, look where she comes, be mannerly boys that she knock ye not with her staff: keep your own counsel, and I'll make ye laugh. What do ye lack, what lack ye. Stand away these boys from my wares, Get ye from my stall, or I'll wring you by the ears. Let my customers see the wares: what lack ye what would ye have bought.
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Because of thy praise, what's the price of the picture. Ile tell thee my lad, come hether, if thou wilt be ruled by me thou shalt pay nothing, Ile giue it thée, if thou wilt dwell with mee, and I promise thee this counsell is for thy prefarming, hadst not thou better serue a free man of the Citie, and learne a trade to liue another day, than to be a seruing boy in thy youth and to haue no occupation in thine age, I can make thee free if thou wilt be my prontice. Why, wealth is free euery where, what néed I serue you. My Lord is a freeman if that may doo me good. I cry ye mercy M. boy, then your maister is frée of the lords company and you serue him that ye may be a Lord when ye come out of your yeares. Wealth is a proud boy, gaffar what say you to mée? Thy name is wit, wilt thou dwell with me? If I like your name and science, perchance wee'il agree Nay, my name & mine honestie is al one, it is wel knowen He's a very foole that cannot beguile me, for my name is simplicity. Coads gaffar wer not you a meal-man once and dwelt with Lady Conscience? Yes, for want of a better. What, a better man? No, for want of a better mistresse, she was as very a foole as I We dwelt so long together that we went both on begging. Indeed they that vse a good conscience cannot sodainly be rich, But Ile not dwel with ye, you are too simple a maister for me. Nor Ile not dwell with you for all this worlds treasure. No, why whom serue you Wil? I serue my Lord pleasure. And whom serue you wit? I serue my Lord pollicie· And whom serue you wealth? I serue my Lord pompe. You should be serued al with my Lord Birchley if you wer wel serued, these lads are so lordly that louts care not for them: for wealth serues Pomp, Wit serues pollicy, and wil serues pleasure. welth, wil you buy this picture for your Lord? No, it's too hase a Present for pomp. And pollicy seldom regardes such a trisle. Come on gaffar, come on, I must be your best chapman, Ile buy it for pleasure, hold, there is a great: Gramercie good wil, my wife shal loue thee still, And since I can neither get Wit nor wealth, Let my wife haue her wil, and let me haue my health. God forgiue me, I thinke I neuer name her, but it coniures her, look where she comes, be mannerly boies that she knocke ye not with her staffe: kéepe your owne counsell, and Ile make ye laugh. What doo yee lacke, what lacke ye. Stand away these boies from my wares, Get ye from my stall, or Ile wring you by the eares. Let my customers sée the wares: what lack ye what would ye hau bought.