Blurt, Master Constable, or The Spaniard's Night Walk · chunk 34 of 34
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) romance · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
This combat shall not need; for see, ashamed, Of their rash vows, these Gentlemen here break, This storm; and do with hands, what tongues should speak, All friends? All friends. Punk you may laugh at this, here's tricks, but mouth I'll stop you with a kiss. Room, keep all the scabs back, for here comes Lazarus. Oh here's our other spirits that walk i'th' night, signor Curvetto, by complaint from her, And by your writing here, I reach the depth Of your offence; they charge your climbing up To be to rob her: if so, then by law You are to die unless she marry you. ay, Fie fie, fie, I will be burnt to ashes first. How? die? or marie her? then call me Daw, Marry her? she's more common than the law, For boys to call me Ox? no, I am not drunk, I'll play with her, but (hang her) wed no punk. I shall be a hoary Courtier then indeed, And have a perilous head, than I were best. Lie close, lie close, to hide my forked crest. no; fie, fie, fie, hang me before the door, Where I was drowned ere I marry with a whore. Well signor, for we rightly understand, From your accusers, how you stood her guest, We pardon you and pass it as a jest: And for the Spaniard sped so hardly too, Discharge him Blurt, signor we pardon you. Sir, he's not to be discharged, nor so to be shot off, I have put him into a new suit, and have entered into him which an action, he owes me two and thirty shillings. It is thy honour to have me die in thy debt. It would be more honour to thee to pay me before thou diest; twenty shillings of this debt came out of his nose. Bear witness great Duke, he's paid twenty shillings. signor no, you cannot smoke me so; he took twenty shillings of it in a fume, and the rest I charge him with for his lying. My lying (most pitiful Prince) was abominable. He did lie (for the time) as well as any Knight of the Post did ever lie. I do here put off thy suit, and appeal; I warn thee to the Court of Conscience, and will pay thee by two pence a week, which I will rake out of the hot embers of Tobacco ashes, and then travail on foot to the Indies for more gold, whose red cheeks I will kiss, and beat thee Blurt if thou watch for me. There be many of your Countrymen in Ireland signor, travail to them. No, I will fall no more into bogs. Sirrah, his debt, ourself will satisfy. Blurt (my Lord dare take your word for as much more. And since this heat of fury is all spent, And Tragic shapes meet Comical event: Let this bright morning, merrily be crowned With dances, banquets, and choice Musics sound.
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This combat shall not neede; for see, asham'd, Of their rash vowes, these Gentlemen heere breake, This storme; and doe with hands, what tongues should speake, All friends? All friends. Puncke you may laugh at this, Heer's trickes, but mouth Ile stop you with a kisse. Roome, keep al the scabs back, for heer comes Lazarus. Oh heer's our other spirits that walke i'th night, Signior Curuetto, by complaint from her, And by your writing heere, I reach the depth Of your offence; they charge your climbing vp To be to rob her: if so, then by law You are to dye vnlesse she marrie you. I, Fie fie, fie, I will be burnt to ashes first. How? dye? or marie her? then call me Daw, Marry her? shee's more common then the law, For boyes to call me Oxe? noh, I am not drunke, Ile play with her, but (hang her) wed no puncke. I shall be a hoarie Courtier then indeede, And haue a perilous head, then I were best. Lye close, lye close, to hide my forked crest. Noh; fye, fye, fye, hang me before the doore, Where I was drown'd ere I marry with a whore. Well Signior, for we rightly vnderstand, From your accusers, how you stood her guest, We pardon you and passe it as a iest: And for the Spaniard sped so hardlie too, Discharge him Blurt, Signior we pardon you. Sir, hee's not to bee discharg'd, nor so to bee shot off, I haue put him into a new suite, and haue entred into him wich an action, he owes me two and thirtie shillings. It is thy honour to haue me dye in thy debt. It would be more honour to thee to pay me before thou dyest; twenty shillings of this debt came out of his nose. Beare witnes great Duke, hee's paide twentie shillings. Signior no, you cannot smoake me so; he tooke twenty shillings of it in a fewme, and the rest I charge him with for his lying. My lying (most pittifull Prince) was abhominable. He did lye (for the time) as well as any Knight of the Poaste did euer lye. I doe heere put off thy suite, and appeale; I warne thee to the Court of Conscience, and will pay thee by two pence a weeke, which I wil rake out of the hot embers of Tobacco ashes, and then trauaile on foote to the Indies for more golde, whose red cheekes I will kisse, and beate thee Blurt if thou watch for me. There be many of your Countrymen in Ireland Signior, trauaile to them. No, I will fall no more into bogges. Sirra, his debt, our selfe will satisfie. Blurt (my Lord dare take your word for as much more. And since this heate of furie is all spent, And Tragicke shapes meete Comicall euent: Let this bright morning, merrily be crown'd With daunces, banquets, and choyce Musickes sound.