The Contention between Liberality and Prodigality · chunk 12 of 19
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [Feb 22] (Annals) moral · Children of the Chapel (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Look but upon me, thou mayst quickly judge how. Why, where the vengeance, where the devil hast thou bin? Among brambles, or briars, or spirits sure, I ween. Both ween it, and wot it, I have passed a wilderness Of most mischievous and miserable distress; Sharp brambles, sharp briars, and terrible scratchers, Bears, Wolves, Apes, lions, most ravening snatchers, Thorns, thistles, and nettles most horrible stingers, Ravens, gripes, and griffins, oh vengible wringers, Yea through my whole passage such damnable sights, As I cannot but judge them most damnable sprites. Hah, hah, ha, ha. Laugh ye, my friend? It is no laughing toy. But who did guide you in this labyrinth of 〈◊〉 Who sir? your minion sir, 〈◊〉, The Captain elected of all roisting knavery, He will be hanged, I warrant him shortly. Hah, hah, ha, ha. Yet go to, laugh on. Are you not a cuck, cuckold? I may be indeed, my clothes be but thin, And therefore I will even go get me in, That Fortune my mother may clothe me anew. Do so, you had need so, I may say to you. Now sure it is a world of worlds to see, How all the world inclines to Vanity: Men seek at first, that is but Vanity, And lose at last that was but Vanity, And yet continue still to follow Vanity, As though it were a thing of certainty: And I that bear the name of Vanity, And see the world's exceeding vanity, In following so the tracks of vanity, Do triumph still amid my Empery, And laugh at their simplicity, That will be so misled by Vanity, But who is this? oh I know him, a scholar of our train, 'tis Hob a clunch, that comes for money again. God speed, Mast Fanitie. Wocum, Mast Tenacity. Sur, ch'm come once again vor money. So methinks. shalls be sped now at length trow ye? I cannot tell ye, 'tis hard to say; Peradventure yea, peradventure nay. How so man? I fear me you will spend him too fast away. Hoh, hoh, ho, ho, dost thou veare, that friend Fanitie? Shalt not need man, Chill keep him safe, che warrant thee. Oh that chad him in my clutches, shouldst see I trow, Whether Chud keep him vast and safe or no. I pray thee, good sweet Mast Fanitie, Speak one good word for poor Tenacity. And dost thou indeed so well love money? Do my wives Bees at home, thinkst thou, love honey? What wouldst thou do with it? Chud chud, chud, chud. Chud, chud, what chud? Chud do no harm at all. No, nor much good (I think) to great nor small. But well, put case I procure thee to speed, You will remember your promise that I shall be fee'd. God's vast, man, yea Chill do it, chill do it. Stand there a while and wait. Bright goddess, behold here again Tenacity, That humbly makes his suit to have money. For money? ho there: money finds himself well: Money now hath no liking from Fortune to dwell. In vanum laboraverunt, come.
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Looke but vpon me, thou quickly iudge how. Why, where the vengeāce, where the diuel hast thou Among brambles, or bryers, or spirits sure, I weene. Both weene it, and wot it, I haue past a wildernesse Of most mischieuous and miserable distresse; Sharpe brambles, sharpe bryers, and terrible scratchers, Beares, Wolues, Apes, Lyons, most rauening snatchers, Thornes, thistles, and nettles most horrible stingers, Rauens, grypes, and gryphons, oh vengible wringers, Yea through my whole passage such damnable sights, As I cannot but iudge them most damnable sprites. Hah, hah, ha, ha. Laugh ye, my friend? It is no laughing toy. But who did guide you in this laborinth of Who your minion sir, , The Captaine elected of all roysting knauery, He will be hang'd, I warrant him shortly. Hah, hah, ha, ha. Yet goe to, laugh on. Are you not a cuck, cuck-cold? I may be indeed, my clothes be but thin, And therefore I will euen goe get me in, That Fortune my mother may cloth me anew. Doe so, you had need so, I may say to you. Now sure it is a world of worlds to see, How all the world inclines to Vanitie: Men seeke at first, that is but Vanitie, And lose at last that was but Vanitie, And yet continue still to follow Vanitie, As though it were a thing of certaintie: And I that beare the name of Vanitie, And see the worlds exceeding vanitie, In following so the tracks of vanitie, Doe triumph still amid my Empery, And laugh at their simplicity, That will be so misse-led by Vanitie, But who is this? oh I know him, ascholer of our traine, Tis Hob a clunch, that comes for money againe. God speed, Mast Fanitie. Wocum, Mast Tenacitie. Sur, cham come once againe vor money. So me thinks. Shals be sped now at length trow ye? I cannot tell ye, tis hard to say; Peraduenture yea, pera duenture nay. How so man? I feare me you will spend him too fast away. Hoh, hoh, ho, ho, dost thou veare, that friend Fanitie? Shalt not need man, chill keepe him safe, che warrant thee. Oh that chad him in my clouches, shoudst see I tro, Whether chud keepe him vast and safe or no. I pray thee, good sweet Mast Fanitie, Speake one good word for poore Tenacity. And dost thou indeed so well loue money? Doe my wiues Bees at home, thinkst thou, loue honey? What wouldst thou doe with it? Chud chud, chud, chud. Chud, chud, what chud? Chud doe no harme at all. No, nor much good (I thinke) to great nor small. But well, put case I procure thee to speed, You will remember your promise that I shall be fee'd. Gods vast, man, yea chill doe it, chill doe it. Stand there a while and wayte. Bright goddesse, behold here againe Tenacity, That humbly makes his sute to haue money. For money? ho there: money findes himselfe well: Money now hath no liking from Fortune to dwell. In vanum laborauerunt, come.