Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.79 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Thy latest words confine thy destiny, Thou shalt spend ever, and be never poor: For proof receive this purse: with it this virtue, Still when thou thrusts thy hand into the same, Thou shalt draw forth ten pieces of bright gold, Currant in any Realm where then thou breathest; If thou canst dribble out the Sea by drops, Then shalt thou want: but that can near be done. Nor this grow empty. Thanks, great deity. The virtue ends when thou and thy sons end, This path leads thee to Cyprus, get thee hence; Farewell, vain covetous fool, thou wilt repent, That for the love of dross thou hast despised Wisdoms divine embrace, she would have borne thee On the rich wings of immortality; But now go dwell with cares and quickly die. We dwell with cares, yet cannot quickly die. But now go dwell with cares and quickly die? How quickly? if I die tomorrow, i'll be merry today: if next day, i'll be merry tomorrow: go dwell with cares? Where dwells care? Hum., in what house dwells care, that I may choose an honester neighbour? In PRINCE's courts? No, among fair Ladies, neither, there's no care dwells with them: but care how to be most gallant. Among gallants then? Fie, fie, no: care is afraid sure of a guilt Rapier, the scent of Musk is her prison. Tobacco chokes her, rich attire presseth her to death. Princes, fair Ladies and gallants, have amongst you then, for this wet-eyed wench Care dwells with wretches: they are wretches that feel want, I shall feel none if I be never poor, therefore care I cashier you my company. I wonder what blind Gossip this minx is that is so prodigal, she should be a good one by her open dealing: her name's Fortune: It's no matter what she is, so she does as she says. Thou shalt spend ever, and be never poor: Mass, yet I feel nothing here to make me rich, here's no sweet Music with her silver sound. Try deeper: ho God be here: Ha, ha, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10, good, just ten. Its gold sure, it's so heavy, try again, 1, 2, etc. Good again, just ten, and just ten. Ha, ha, ha, this is rare a leather mint, admirable: an Indian mine in a Lamb's skin, miraculous: I'll fill three or four bags full for my sons, but keep this for myself. If that lean tawny face Tobacconist death, that turns all into smoke, must turn me so quickly into ashes, yet I will not mourn in ashes, but in Music, heigh old lad be merry. Here's riches, wisdom, strength, health, beauty, & long life. (If I die not quickly, sweet purse I kiss thee, Fortune, I adore thee, Care, I despise thee, death, I defy thee. S'hart, why how now: two knights of the post?
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Thy latest words confine thy destinie, Thou shalt spend euer, and be neuer poore: For proofe receiue this purse: with it this vertue, Still when thou thrusts thy hand into the same, Thou shalt draw foorth ten pieces of bright gold, Currant in any Realme where then thou breathest; If thou can'st dribble out the Sea by drops, Then shalt thou want: but that can nere be don. Nor this grow emptie. Thankes, great deitie. The vertue ends when thou and thy sonnes end, This path leades thée to Cyprus, get thée hence; Farewel, vaine couetous foole, thou wilt repent, That for the loue of drosse thou hast despised Wisedomes diuine embrace, she would hane borne thée On the rich wings of immortalitie; But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die. We dwell with cares, yet cannot quickly die. But now goe dwell with cares and quickly die? How quickly? if I die to morrow, ile be merrie to day: if next day, ile be merrie to morrow: goe dwell with cares? Where dwels care? Hum ha, in what house dwels care, yt I may choose an honester neighbor? In princes courts? No, among faire Ladies, neither, theres no care dwels with them: but care how to be most gallant. Among gallants thē? Fie, fie, no: care is afraid sure of a guilt Rapier, the sent of Muske is her prison. Tobacco choakes her, rich attire presseth her to death. Princes, faire Ladies and gallants, haue amongst you then, for this weteide wench Care dwelles with wretches: they are wretches that féele want, I shall féele none if I be neuer poore, therefore care I casheire you my companie. I wonder what blinde Gossip this minx is that is so prodigall, she should be a good one by her open dealing: her name's Fortune: Its no matter what she is, so she does as she saies. Thou shalt spend euer, and bee neuer poore: Masse, yet I féele nothing here to make mee rich, heres no swéete Musicke with her siluer sound. Trie déeper▪ h Gd be here: Ha, ha, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10, good, iust ten. Its gold sure, its so heauie, trie againe, 1, 2, &c. Good againe, iust ten, and iust ten. Ha, ha, ha, this is rare a leather mint, admirable: an Indian mine in a Lambs skinne, miraculous: Ile fill thré or fowre bagges full for my sonnes, but kéepe this for my selfe. If that leane tawnie face Tobacconist death, that turnes all into smoke, must turne me so quickly into ashes, yet I will not mourne in ashes, but in Musicke, hey old lad be merie. Heres riches, wisdome, strength, health, beautie, & long life. (If I die not quickly, swéete purse I kisse thée, Fortune, I adore thée, Care, I despise thée, death, I defie thée. S'hart, why how now: two knights of the post?