Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 503 words
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Shadow: I'll try thine ears, hark dost rattle? Yes, like three blue Beans in a blue bladder, rattle bladder, rattle: your purse is like my belly, th' ones without money, th'other without meat. Bid your eyes blame the error of your ears: You misbelieving Pagans, see, here's gold, Ten golden pieces: take them, Ampedo. Hold, Andelocia, here are ten for thee. Shadow, there's one for thee, provide thee food. Stay, boy: hold, Shad. here are ten for thee. Ten master? then defiance to Fortune, & a Fig for famine. Now tell me, wags, hath my purse gold or no? we the wags have gold, Father; but I think there's not one Angel more wagging in this sacred Temple; why this is rare: Saddow, five will serve thy turn, give me th'other five. Nay, soft master, liberality died long ago: I see some rich beggars are never well, but when they be craving: My ten Ducats are like my ten fingers, they will not jeopard a joint for you: I am yours, and these are mine if I part from them, I shall never have part of them. Father, if heaven have blessed you once again, Let not an open hand disperse that store; Which gone, life's gone: for all tread down the poor. Peace, Ampedo: talk not of poverty, Disdain, my boys, to kiss the tawny cheeks Of lean necessity: make not inquiry, How I came rich: I am rich, let that suffice; There are sour leathern bags trust full of gold: Those spent, i'll fill you more: go lads, be gallant: Shine in the streets of Cyprus like two stars, And make them bow their knees that once did spurn you; For to effect such wonders gold can turn you: Brave it in Famagosta, or else where, I'll travel to the Turkish Emperor: And then i'll revel it with Prester Iohn, Or banquet with great Cham of Tartarie, And try what frolic Court the soldan keeps; I'll leave you presently: tear off these rags. Glitter, my boys like Angels, that the world May (whilst our life in pleasure's circle comes) Wonder at Fortunatus and his sons. Come, Shadow: now we'll feast it royalty. Do, master, but take heed of beggary. You ministers of Virtue, Vice, and Fortune, Tear off this upper garment of the earth, And in her naked bosom stick these trees. How many kingdoms have I measured, Only to find a Climate apt to cherish These withering branches? but no ground can prove So happy, (ay me) none do virtue love; I'll, try this soil; if here I likewise fade, To heaven i'll fly, from whence I took my birth, And tell the Gods, I am banished from the earth. Virtue, I am sworn they foe: if there thou plant, Here opposite to thine, my tree shall flourish, And (as the running woodbine) spread her arms, To choke thy withering boughs in their embrace, I'll drive thee from this world: were Virtue fled, Vice as an Angel should be honoured.
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Shaddow: Ile trie thine eares, harke dost rattle? Yes, like thrée blew Beanes in a blew bladder, rattle bladder, rattle: your purse is like my bellie, th' ones without money, th'other without meate. Bid your eyes blame the error of your eares: You misbeléeuing Pagans, sée, heres gold, Ten golden pieces: take them, Ampedo. Hold, Andelocia, here are ten for thée. Shaddow, theres one for thée, prouide thée foode. Stay, boy: hold, Shad. here are ten for thée. Ten master? then defiaunce to Fortune, & a Fig for famine. Now tell me, wags, hath my purse gold or no? Wee the wags haue gold, Father; but I thinke theres not one Angell more wagging in this sacred Temple; why this is rare: Saddow, fiue will serue thy turne, giue me th'other fiue. Nay, soft master, liberalitie dyed long agoe: I sée some rich beggers are neuer well, but when they be crauing: My ten Duckets are like my ten fingers, they will not ieopard a ioynt for you: I am yours, and these are mine if I part from them, I shall neuer haue part of them. Father, if heauen haue blest you once againe, Let not an open hand disperse that store; Which gone, lifes gone: for all treade downe the poore. Peace, Ampedo: talke not of pouertie, Disdaine, my boyes, to kisse the tawnie cheekes Of leane necessitie: make not inquirie, How I came rich: I am rich, let that suffice; There are sowre leathern bags trust full of gold: Those spent, ile fill you more: goe lads, be gallant: Shine in the stréetes of Cyprus like two starres, And make them bow their knées that once did spurne you; For to effect such wonders gold can turne you: Braue it in Famagosta, or els where, Ile trauell to the Turkish Emperour: And then ile reuell it with Prester Iohn, Or banquet with great Cham of Tartarie, And trie what frolicke Court the Souldan kéepes; Ile leaue you presently: teare off these rags. Glitter, my boyes like Angels, that the world May (whilst our life in pleasures circle comes) Wonder at Fortunatus and his sonnes. Come, Shaddow: now wée'le feast it royalty. Doe, master, but take héede of beggerie. You ministers of Uertue, Uice, and Fortune, Teare off this vpper garment of the earth, And in her naked bosome sticke these trées. How many kingdomes haue I measured, Onely to find a Climat apt to cherish These withering braunches? but no ground can prooue So happie, (ay mee) none doe vertue loue; Ile, trie this soyle; if here I likewise fade, To heauen ile flie, from whence I tooke my birth, And tel the Gods, I am banisht from the earth. Uertue, I am sworne they foe: if there thou plant, Here opposite to thine, my trée shall florish, And (as the running wood-bind) spread her armes, To choke thy withering boughes in their embrace, Ile driue thee from this world: were Uertue fled, Uice as an Angel should be honoured.