A Looking Glass for London and England · chunk 29 of 39
Lodge, Thomas / Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1587-1588] (Annals) biblical play; moral · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
And therefore must thou go with me to hell. I have a policy to shift him, for I know he comes out of a hot place, and I know myself, the Smith and the devil hath a dry tooth in his head, therefore will I leave him a sleep and run my way. Come art thou ready. Faith sir my old friend, and now goodman devil, you know, you and I have been tossing many a good cup of Ale, your nose is grown very rich, what say you, will you take a pot of Ale now at my hands, hell is like a Smith's forge full of water, and yet ever a thrust. No Ale villain, spirits cannot drink, come get up on my back, that I may carry thee. You know I am a Smith sir, let me look whether you be well shod or no, for if you want a shoe, a remove, or the clinching of a nail, I am at your command. Thou hast never a shoe fit for me. Why sir, we shoe horned beasts as well as you, Oh good Lord let me sit down and laugh, hath never a cloven foot, a devil quoth he, i'll use spritus santus nor nominus patrus no more to him, I warrant you I'll do more good upon him with my cudgel, now will I sit me down and become justice of peace to the devil. Come art thou ready? I am ready. And with this cudgel I will conjure thee. Oh hold thy hand, thou kill'st me, thou kill'st me. Then may I count myself I think a tall man, that am able to kill a devil. Now who dare deal with me in the parish, or what wench in Niniveh will not love me, when they say, there goes he that beat the devil. Loathed is the life that now enforced I lead, But since necessity will have it so, (Necessity it doth command then Gods) Through every coast and corner now I pry, To pilfer what I can to buy me meat. Here have I got a cloak not over old, Which will afford some little sustenance, Now will I to the broking Usurer, To make exchange of ware for ready coin. Wife bid the Trumpets sound a prize, a prize, mark the posy, I cut this from a new married wife, by the help of a horn thumb and a knife, six shillings four pence. The better luck ours, but what have we here, cast apparel. Come away man, the Usurer is near, this is dead ware, let it not bide on our hands. Here are my partners in my poverty, enforced to seek their fortunes as I do. Alas that few men should possess the wealth, And many souls be forced to beg or steal. Alcon well met. Fellow beggar whither now? To the Usurer to get gold on commodity.
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And therefore must thou go with me to hell. I haue a pollicie to shift him, for I know he comes out of a hote place, and I know my selfe, the Smith and the diuel hath a drie tooth in his head, therefore will I leaue him a sléepe and runne my way. Come art thou readie. Faith sir my old friend, and now goodman diuell, you know, you and I haue bene tossing many a good cup of Ale, your nose is growne verie rich, what say you, will you take a pot of Ale now at my hands, hell is like a Smiths forge full of water, and yet euer a thrust. No Ale villaine, spirits cannot drinke, come get vp on my backe, that I may carrie thée. You know I am a Smith sir, let me looke whether you be well shod or no, for if you want a shoe, a remoue, or the clinching of a naile, I am at your command. Thou hast neuer a shoe fit for me. Why sir, we shooe horned beasts as well as you, Oh good Lord let me sit downe and laugh, hath neuer a clouen foote, a diuell quoth he, ile vse spritus santus nor nominus patrus no more to him, I warrant you Ile do more good vpon him with my cudgell, now will I sit me downe and become Iustice of peace to the diuell. Come art thou readie? I am readie. And with this cudgell I will coniure thée. Oh hold thy hand, thou kilst me, thou kilst me. Then may I count my selfe I thinke a tall man, that am able to kill a diuell. Now who dare deale with me in the parish, or what wench in Niniuie will not loue me, when they say, there goes he that beate the diuell. Loathed is the life that now inforc'd I leade, But since necessitie will haue it so, (Necessitie it doth command thē Gods) Through euerie coast and corner now I prie, To pilfer what I can to buy me meate. Here haue I got a cloake not ouer old, Which will affoord some litle sustenance, Now will I to the broaking Usurer, To make exchange of ware for readie coine. Wife bid the Trumpets sound a prize, a prize, mark the posie, I cut this from a new married wife, by the helpe of a horne thombe and a knife, sixe shillings foure pence. The better lucke ours, but what haue we here, cast apparell. Come away man, the Usurer is neare, this is dead ware, let it not bide on our hands. Here are my partners in my pouertie, Inforc'd to séeke their fortunes as I do. Ah-lasse that fewe men should possesse the wealth, And many soules be forc'd to beg or steale. Alcon well met. Fellow begger whither now? To the Usurer to get gold on commoditie.