The Contention between Liberality and Prodigality · chunk 13 of 19
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [Feb 22] (Annals) moral · Children of the Chapel (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 530 words
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Now good soot, honey, vaire, golden mistress, Let poor Tenacity taste of thy goodness: Thee che honour, thee che serve, thee che reverence, And in thy help, che put my whole confidence. Money, you must go to him, there is no remedy. Yea, and be used as before with Prodigality. Let Prodigality go to the gallows tree: Why man, he and I are clean contrary? I chill coll thee, chill cusse thee. So did he. Chill save thee, chill spare thee, chill keep thee from wasting. So did not he. Go to then, seeing that my mothers will is such, To put it in adventure I may not grudge. Oh, my sweeting, my darling, my jewel, my joy. My pleasure, my treasure, mine own pretty boy. How now? what mean you by this, Tenacity? Oh, forbid me not to kiss my sweet Money. Varewell, Vortune: and Vortune, che thank thee alway. Come on, sirrah, chill make you vast, bum vay. What with ropes? what needs that? Vor veare of robbing by the high way. La, mi, fa, sol, fa, sol, mi, fa, re, mi. O monstrous vile filthy luck! see, in the twinkling of an eye, Scarce knowing which way, I have quite lost my Money. Out of all doubt, prodigality, he is not gone yonder way. Then seek some other course, make here no stay: He must be found out, there is no remedy. Thou knowest in what pickle we stand without Money. Why sure, Prodigality, it can be no other, But he is returned to Fortune his mother. Thinkest thou so? Thou, Fortune, hearest thou? by fair means I advise thee, Restore my Money to me again, deal plainly and wisely: Or by this sharp-edge sword, shalt see me play a proud part. For I will have him again, in spite of thy heart. Whom have we there, that keepeth such a coil? even he that will not put up such a foil. What's the matter? Vanity, to that dame thy mistress commend me Tell her, tell her, it doth not a little offend me, To have my money in such great despite, Taken so from me, without any right. What though it were once her own proper gift? Yet given, 'tis mine own, there is no other shift. Therefore charge her in the name of Prodigality, That he be restored to me incontinently, Lest she repent it. These be sore and cruel threatenings, marry. Is your haste so great, that by no means you may tarry? I will not tarry, and therefore make haste. Soft, sir, a little, there is no time past. You may tarry, you must tarry, for aught as I know: Nay, than you shall tarry, whether you will or no. 'swounds, sir, he mocks you. Gibe not with me, you whoreson rascal slave, For money I come, and money will I have. Sirrah, Vanity, Vanity. What, Vanity? Speak and be hanged, Vanity. What wilt not be? What a prodigious knave, what a slave is this? Fortune, fine Fortune, you, minion, if ye be wife, Bethink ye betimes, take better advice: Restore unto me my money quietly, Else look for wars: Vanity, Fortune, Vanity.
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Now good soote, hony, vaire, golden mustresse, Let poore Tenacitie taste of thy goodnesse: Thee che honour, thee che serue, thee che reuerence, And in thy help, che put my whole confidence. Money, you must goe to him, there is no remedy. Yea, and be vs'd as before with Prodigalitie. Let Prodigalitie goe to the gallowes tree: Why man, he and I are cleane contrary? I chill coll thee, chill cusse thee. So did he. Chill saue thee, chill spare thee, chill keepe thee from wasting. So did not he. Goe to then, seeing that my mothers will is such, To put it in aduenture I may not grutch. Oh, my sweeting, my darling, my chewel, my ioy. My pleasure, my treasure, mine owne prettie boy. How now? what meane you by this, Tenacitie? Oh, forbid me not to kisse my sweete Money. Varewell, Vortune: and Vortune, che thanke thee alway. Come on, surra, chill make you vast, bum vay. What with ropes? what needes that? Vor veare of robbing by the high way. La, , fa, sol, fa, sol, mi, fa, re, mi. O monstrous vile filthie lucke! see, in the twinkling of an eye, Scarce knowing which way, I haue quite lost my Money. Out of all doubt, , he is not gone yonder way. Then seeke some other course, make here no stay: He must be found out, there is no remedie. Thou knowest in what pickle we stand without Money. VVhy sure, Prodigality, it can be no other, But he is returned to Fortune his mother. Thinkest thou so? Thou, Fortune, hearest thou? by faire meanes I aduise thee, Restore my Money to me agane, deale plainely and wisely: Or by this sharpe-edge sword, shalt see me play a proud part. For I will haue him againe, in spite of thy hart. Whome haue we there, that keepeth such a coyle? Euen he that will not put vp such a foyle. What's the matter? Vanitie, to that dame thy mistris commend Tell her, tell her, it doth not a little offend me, To haue my money in such great despight, Taken so from me, without any right. What though it were once her owne proper gift? Yet giuen, 'tis mine owne, there is no other shift. Therefore charge her in the name of Prodigality, That he be restor'd to me incontinently, Lest she repent it. These be sore and cruell threatnings, marry. Is your haste so great, that by no meanes you may tarry? I will not tarry, and therefore make haste. Soft, sir, a little, there is no time past. You may tarry, you must tarry, for ought as I know: Nay, then you shall , whether you wil or no. Swounds, sir, he mocks you. Gibe not with me, you hoorson raskall slaue, For money I come, and money will I haue. Sirra, Vanity, Vanity. What, Vanity? Speake and be hang'd, Vanity. What wil't not be? What a prodigious knaue, what a slaue is this? Fortune, fine Fortune, you, minion, if ye be , Bethinke ye betimes, take better Restore vnto me my money quietly, Else looke for warres: Vanity, Fortune, Vanity.