S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 522 words
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So all goes well, it is as I would have it, Banister he is with the Governor: And shortly shall have gives upon his heels, It glads my heart to think upon the slave, I hope to have his body rot in prison: And after here, his wife to hang herself, And all his children die for want of food, The jewels that I have brought to Antwerp, Are reckoned to be worth five thousand pound, Which scarcely stood me in three hundredth pound, I bought them at an easy kind of rate, I care not which way they came by them That sold them me, it comes not near my heart: And lest they should be stolen as sure they are, I thought it meet to sell them here in Antwerp, And so have left them in the governors hand, Who offers me within two hundredth pound Of all my price: but now no more of that, I must go see and if my bills be safe, The which I sent to master Cromwell, That if the wind should keep me on the sea, He might arrest him here before I came: And in good time, see where he is: God save you sir. And you, pray pardon me, I know you not. It may be so sir, but my name is Bagot, The man that sent to you the bills of debt. O the man that pursues Banister, Here are the bills of debt you sent to me: As for the man you know best where he is, It is reported you have a flinty heart, A mind that will not stoop to any pity; An eye that knows not how to shed a tear, A hand that's always open for reward, But master Bagot would you be ruled by me: You should turn all these to the contrary, Your heart should still have feeling of remorse, Your mind according to your state be liberal, To those that stand in need and in distress; Your hand to help them that do stand in want, Rather than with your poise to hold them down, For every ill turn show yourself more kind, Thus should I do, pardon I speak my mind. ay sir, you speak to hear what I would say, But you must live I know, as well as I: I know this place to be extortion, And 'tis not for a man to keep him, But he must lie, cog, with his dearest friend; And as for pity, scorn it, hate all conscience, But yet I do commend your wit in this, To make a show, of what I hope you are not, But I commend you and 'tis well done, This is the only way to bring your gain. My gain: I had rather chain me to an oar, And like a slave there toil out all my life, Before i'd live so base a slave as thou: I like an hypocrite to make a show, Of seeming virtue and a devil within, No Bagot, would thy conscience were as clear, Poor Banister near had been troubled here.
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So all goes well, it is as I would haue it, Banister he is with the Gouernour: And shortlie shall haue guiues vpon his heeles, It glads my hart to thinke vpon the slaue, I hope to haue his bodie rot in prison: And after here, his wife to hang her selfe, And all his children die for want of foode, The Iewels that I haue brought to Antwarpe, Are recond to be worth fiue thousand pound, Which scarcelie stoode me in three hundreth pound, I bought them at an easie kinde of rate, I care not which way they came by them That sould them me, it comes not neare my hart: And least they should be stolne as sure they are, I thought it meete to sell them here in Antwarpe, And so haue left them in the Gouernours hand, Who offers me within two hundreth pound Of all my price: but now no more of that, I must go see and if my billes be safe, The which I sent to maister Cromwell, That if the winde should keepe me on the sea, He might arest him here before I came: And in good time, see where he is: God saue you sir. And you, pray pardon me, I know you not. It may be so sir, but my name is Bagot, The man that sent to you the billes of debt. O the man that persues Banister, Here are the billes of debt you sent to me: As for the man you know best where he is, It is reported you haue a flintie hart, A minde that will not stoope to anie pittie; An eye that knowes not how to shed a teare, A hand thats alwaies open for reward, But maister Bagot would you be ruled by me: You should turne all these to the contrarie, Your hart should still haue feeling of remorse, Your minde according to your state be liberall, To those that stand in neede and in distresse; Your hand to helpe them that do stand in want, Rather then with your poyse to holde them downe, For euerie ill turne show your selfe more kinde, Thus should I doe, pardon I speake my minde. I sir, you speake to here what I would say, But you must liue I know, as well as I: I know this place to be extortion, And tis not for a man to keepe him, But he must lie, cog, with his dearest friend; And as for pittie, scorne it, hate all conscience, But yet I doe commend your wit in this, To make a show, of what I hope you are not, But I commend you and tis well done, This is the onelie way to bring your gaine. My gaine: I had rather chaine me to an ore, And like a slaue there toile out all my life, Before ide liue so base a slaue as thou: I like an hipocrite to make a show, Of seeming vertue and a diuell within, No Bagot, would thy conscience were as cleare, Poore Banister nere had beene troubled here.