1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 40 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Good words cost nought, ill words corrupts good manners Richard, for a hasty man never wants woe, & I had thought you had been my friend, but I see all is not gold that glisters, there's falsehood in fellowship, a micus certus in re certa cernitur, time & truth tries all, & 'tis an old proverb, & not so old as true, bought wit is best, I can see day at a little hole, I know your mind as well as though I were within you, 'tis ill halting before a cripple, go to, you seek to quarrel but be ware of had I wist: so long goes the pot to the water at length it comes home broken, I know you are as good a man as ever drew sword, or as was ere girt ina girdle, or as ere went on neat's leather, or as one shall see upon a summer's day, or as ere looked man in the face, or as ere trodden on God's earth, or as ere broke bread, or drunk drink: but he is proper that hath proper conditions, but be not like the Cow that gives a good soap of milk and casts it down with her heels, I speak plainly, for plain dealing is a jewel, & he that useth it shall die a beggar, well, that happens in an hour, that happens not in seven years, a man is not so soon whole as hurt & you should kill a man, you would kiss him: well, I say little, but I think the more, yet I'll give him good words, 'tis good to hold a candle before the devil, yet by God's me, I'll take no wrong, if he had a head as big as Brass, or looked as high as Poule's steeple. Sirrah, thou Grasshopper, that shalt skip from my sword as from a Sith, I'll cut thee out in collops & eggs, in sleeks, in sliced beef, and fry thee with the fire, I shall strike from the pike of they Buckler. ay, brag's a good dog, threatened folks live long. What say ye sir? Why I say not so much as how do ye. Do ye not so sir? No indeed, whatsoe'er I think, and thought is free. You whoreson Wafer-cake, by Gods dines i'll crush ye for this. Give an inch and you'll take an elle, I will not put my finger in a hole I warrant ye, what man, near crow so fast, for a blind man may kill a Hare, I have known when a plain fellow hath hurt a Fencer, so I have: What, a man may be as slow as a Snail, but as fierce as a Lion, and he be moved: Indeed I am patient I must needs say, for patience in adversity, brings a man to the three Cranes in the Ventree. Do ye hear, set down your Torch, draw, fight, I am for ye. And I am for ye too, though it be from this midnight to the next morn. Where be your tools?
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Good words cost nought, ill wordes corrupts good manners Richard, for a hasty man neuer wants woe, & I had thought you had bin my friend, but I see al is not gold that glisters, ther's falshood in fellowship, a micus certus in re cer ta cernitur, time & truth tries all, & tis an olde prouerbe, & not so old as true, bought wit is best, I can see day at a litle hole, I know your minde as well as though I were within you, tis ill halting before a criple, go to, you seek to quarrel but be ware of had I wist: so long goes the pot to the water at length it comes home broken, I know you are as good a man as euer drew sword, or as was ere girt ina girdle, or as ere went on Neats leather, or as one shl see vpō a summers day, or as ere lookt man in the face, or as ere trode on gods earth, or as ere broke bread, or drunk drinke: but he is proper that hath proper conditions, but be not like the Cowe that giues a good sope of milke and castes it downe with her heeles, I speake plainly, for plaine dealing is a Iewel, & he that vseth it shal dye a begger, well, that happens in an houre, that happens not in seauen yeeres, a man is not so soone whole as hurt & you should kill a man, you would kisse hi: well, I say little, but I thinke the more, ye Ile giue him good words, tis good to hold a candle before the deuell, yet by Gods me, Ile take no wrong, if he had a head as big as Brasse, or lookt as high as Poules steeple. Sirra, thou Grashoper, that shalt skip from my sword as from a Sith, Ile cut thee out in collops & egs, in sleekes, in sste beefe, and fry thee with the fire, I shall strike from the pike of they Buckler. I, brag's a good dog, threatned folkes liue long. What say ye sir? Why I say not so much as how do ye. Doe ye not so sir? No indeed, what so ere I thinke, and thought is free. You whoreson Wafer-cake, by Gods dines ile crush yee for this. Giue an inch and youle take an elle, I wil not put my finger in a hole I warrant ye, what man, nere crow so fast, for a blinde man may kill a Hare, I haue knowne when plaine fellow hath hurt a Fencer, so I haue: What, a man may be as slow as a Snaile, but as fierce as a Lyon, and he be mooued: Indeed I am patient I must needs say, for patience in aduersity, brings a man to the three Cranes in the Ventree. Do ye heare, set downe your Torch, drawe, fight, I am for ye. And I am for ye too, though it be from this midnight to the next morne. Where be your tooles?