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 T6 Money, debt and credit · 470 words
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Shadow? what have I lost today at dice? More than you will win again in a month. Why sir, how much comes it to? It comes to nothing, Sir, for you have lost your wits, and when a man's wits are lost, the man is like twenty pounds worth of Tobacco, which mounts into th'air, and proves nothing but one thing. And what thing is that, you Ass? Marry sir, that he is an ass that melts so much money in smoke. 'twere a charitable deed to hang thee a smoking. I should never make good bacon, because I am not fat. I'll be sworn thy wit is lean. Its happy I have a lean wit: but master, you have none; for when your money slipped away, that went after it, and ever since you have been mad, here comes your brother; borrow a dram of him. If his be not mouldy: for men's wits in these days, are like the Cuckoo, bald once a year and that makes Motley so dear, and fools so good cheap. Brother, all hail. There's a rattling salutation. You must lend me some more money: Nay never look so strange, and you will come off, so: if you will bar me from square play, do: come come, when the old traveler my Father comes home, like a young Ape, full of fantastic tricks, or a painted parrot stuck full of outlandish feathers, he'll lead the world in a string, and then (like a hot shot) I'll charge and discharge all. I would be loath, master, to see that day: for he leads the world in a string that goes to hanging. Take heed I turn not that head into the world, and lead you so? Brother wilt be? Hay any ends of Gold or Silver? Thus wanton reveling breeds beggary. Brother, 'twere better that you still lived poor. Want would make wisdom rich: but when your Coffers Swell to the brim, than riot sets up sails, And like a desperate unskilled Mariner Drives your steady fortunes on the point Of wrack inevitable; of all the wealth, Left (by our Father, when he left us last) This little is unspent, and this being wasted, Your riot ends; therefore consume it all, I'll live; or dying, find some burial. Thanks for my crowns. Shadow, I am villainous hungry, to hear one of the seven wise Masters talk thus emptily. I am a villain, master, if I am not hungry. Because i'll save this gold, sirrah Shadow, we'll feed ourselves with Paradoxes. Oh rare: what meat's that? Meat, you gull: 'tis no meat: a dish of Paradoxes is a feast of strange opinion, 'tis an ordinary that our greatest gallants haunt nowadays, because they would be held for Statesmen. I shall never fill my belly with opinions.
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Shaddow? what haue I lost to day at dice? More then you will win againe in a month. Why sir, how much comes it to? It comes to nothing, Sir, for you haue lost your wits, and when a mans wistes are lost, the man is like twentie pounds worth of Tobacco, which mounts into th'aire, and prooues nothing but one thing. And what thing is that, you Asse? Marrie sir, that he is an asse that melts so much money in smoke. Twere a charitable déed to hang thée a smoking. I should neuer make good bacon, because I am not fat. Ile be sworne thy wit is leane. Its happie I haue a leane wit: but master, you haue none; for when your money slipt away, that went after it, and euer since you haue béene mad, here com's your brother; borrow a dramme of him. If his be not mouldie: for mens wits in these daies, A're like the Cuckoo, bald once a yeere and that makes Metley so deere, and fooles so good cheape. Brother, all haile. Theres a ratling salutation. You must lend me some more money: Nay neuer looke so straunge, and you will come off, so: if you will barre me from square play, doe: come come, when the old traueller my Father comes home, like a young Ape, full of fantasticke trickes, or a painted Parrat stucke full of outlandish feathers, haele leade the world in a string, and then (like a hot shot) Ile charge and discharge all. I would be loth, master, to sée that day: for he leades the world in a string that goes to hanging. Take héede I turne not that head into the world, and leade you so? Brother wilt be? Hay any ends of Gold or Siluer? Thus wanton reuelling bréedes beggerie. Brother, twere better that you still liu'd poore. Want would make wisedome rich: but when your Coffers Swell to the brim, then ryot sets vp sayles, And like a desperate vnskild Mariner Driues your vnsteddie fortunes on the point Of wracke ineuitable; of all the wealth, Left (by our Father, when he left vs last) This little is vnspent, and this being wasted, Your ryot ends; therefore consume it all, Ile liue; or dying, find some buriall. Thankes for my crownes. Shaddow, I am villainous hungrie, to heare one of the seuen wise Masters talke thus emptily. I am a villaine, master, if I am not hungrie. Because ile saue this gold, sirra Shaddowe, wéele féede our selues with Paradoxes. Oh rare: what meat's that? Meate, you gull: tis no meate: a dish of Paradoxes is a feast of straunge opinion, tis an ordinarie that our greatest gallants haunt nowadaies, because they would be held for Statesmen. I shall neuer fil my belly with opinions.