Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.79 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Faith and you had kept your news until now, ye should have been my guest, for your talk would have served well for the table. That's a practice of thine own art: it makes thy company borne withal, where otherwise thou wert no fit guest, for tales at some tables are as good as testerns. Nay then I perceive ye grow choleric, come sirs, Why Gentlemen, no farewell to your little God. Suffice it without vain Ceremonies we show ourselves dutiful. 'tis enough, fare ye well. Now soldier, what wilt thou do? Faith sir as I may. Wilt thou serve me, and do as I will thee, and thou shalt not want. No: for if thy name be Contempt as the Scholar said, I abhor and defy thee. even as the child doth wormseed hid in raisins, which of itself he cannot brook: so thou canst not abide my name, but lovest my nature: for proof, wanting living rail'st on the City, griev'st at the country, yea grudgest at the King himself: thou sayst thou art going to thy Patron Mars with a supplication for bettering thy estate, and how, by war: where how many rapes, wrongs and murders are committed, thyself be judge, all which thou esteemest not off, so thy own want be supplied. Contempt herein thou reasonest like thyself, Base minded men I know there are in field, That do delight in murder, rape and blood, As there are tars in corn and weeds with flowers, And envious snakes among the fleeting fish: But for the noble soldier, he is just To punish wrongs, protect the innocent, Weaken the tyrant, and confirm the right, Want cannot make him basely mutinous, Wealth cannot make him proudly insolent, In honourable thoughts dwell his content, And he is foe to all that love contempt. Then Sateros thou art no mate for me No, Vpstart scorners are fit slaves for thee. Clio a pen. Both pen and quill I miss. One ostrich pen yet in my penner is, Quickly take that and make a pen for me. The feathers of a gluttonous bird show what the wearers be. Melpomene lend me a pen. Mine pierce too hard for your writing. Quickly a pen, ha, ha, fond foolish men. Fool? no fool neither though none of the wisest Dame, But a Prophet one of Merlin's kind I am. Art thou a Prophet, what's thy name? Raph Cob. Ier, speak out. Ye ha' it i'faith. A pen a pen in haste, That I may write this Pageant ere it be past. Comes there a Pageant by, I'll stand out of the green men's way for burning my vestment. A pen good Clio, fie how ye make me stay. Make shift awhile you shall have this straight way. If I had a pen as I have none, For I use no such tool, Thou shouldst have none an it, For at my first coming thou calld'st me fool. A pen a pen, it will be gone incontinent. Hold there's thy pen.
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Faith and you had kept your newes vntill now, yee should haue bin my guest▪ for your talke would haue serud well for the table. Thats a practise of thine owne arte: it makes thy companie borne withall, where otherwise thou wert no fit guest, for tales at some tables are as good as testerns. Nay then I perceiue yee grow chollericke, come sirs, VVhy Gentlemen, no farewell to your little God. Suffice it without vaine Ceremonies we shew our selues dutifull. Tis enough, fare yee well. Now souldier, what wilt thou doe? Faith sir as I may. VVilt thou serue me, and doe as I will thee, and thou shalt not want. No: for if thy name be Contempt as the Scholler said, I abhorre and defie thee. Euen as the child doth wormeseed hid in Raisons, which of it selfe he cannot brooke: so thou canst not abide my name, but louest my nature: for proofe, wanting liuing rast on the City, greeust at the country, yea grudgest at the King himselfe: thou saist thou art going to thy Patron Mars with a suplication for bettring thy estate, and how, by war: wher how many rapes, wrongs and murders are committed, thy selfe be iudge, all which thou esteemest not off, so thy owne want be supplied. Contempt herein thou reasonest like thy selfe, Base minded men I know there are in field, That doe delight in murder, rape and blood, As there are tares in corne and weeds with flowers, And enuious snakes among the fleeting fish: But for the noble souldier, he is iust To punnish wrongs, protect the innocent, VVeaken the tyrant▪ and confirme the right, VVant cannot make him basely mutinous, VVealth cannot make him proudly insolent, In honourable thoughts dwell his content, And he is foe to all that loue contempt. Then Sateros thou art no mate for mee No, Vpstart scorners are fit slaues for thee. Clio a pen. Both pen and quill I misse. One Estridge penne yet in my penner is, Quickly take that and make a pen for me. The feathers of a gluttonous bird shew what the werers be. Melpomine lend me a pen. Mine pierce too hard for your writing. Quickly a pen, ha, ha, fond foolish men. Foole? no foole neither though none of the wisest Dame, But a Prophet one of Merlins kinde I am. Art thou a Prophet, whats thy name? Raph Cob. er, speake out. Ye ha it yfaith. A pen a pen in hast, That I may write this Pageant ere it be past. Comes there a Pageant by, Ile stand out of the greene mens way for burning my vestment. A pen good Clio, fie how ye make me stay. Make shift awhile you shall haue this straight way. If I had a pen as I haue none, For I vse no such toole, Thou shouldst haue none an it, For at my first comming thou caldst me foole. A pen a pen, it will be gone incontinent. Hold theres thy pen.