The Contention between Liberality and Prodigality · chunk 18 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 · 498 words
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Then, Madam, I pray you, appoint some Officer to take the money, That I may return again with Equity. Let it be delivered to my steward Liberality. What, Money? how come you to be so fat and foggy? Surely, sir, by the old chuff, that miser Tenacity. How so? He would never let me abroad to go, But locked me up in coffers, or in bags bound me fast, That like a Boar in a sty, he fed me at last. Thus Tenacity did spoil me, for want of exercise: But Prodigality, clean contrariwise, Did toss me, and fleece me, so bare and so thin, That he left nothing on me, but very bone and skin. Well, Money, will you bide with him that can devise, To rid you and keep you from these extremities? Who is that? Even myself, Liberality. Sir, I like you well, and therefore willingly, I am contented with you to remain, So as you protect me from the other twain, I warrant thee. First, from thy bands I'll set thee free, And after, thy sickness cured shall be, Thanks and obedience I yield, & vow to Liberality. My Lord, according to your appointment and will, I come to attend your pleasure. Have you brought your bill? Yea, my Lord. Give it me. I'll be your mean unto the Prince, that it may dispatched be: The while take here, these hundred crowns to relieve ye. God save the Queen, and God save Liberality. Sir, I have long served the Prince at great expense, And long have I been promised a recompense: I beseech you consider of me. What, do you serve without fee? Yea truly, sir. Hold, pray for the Queen. It shallbe my prayer day and night truly. God save the Queen, and God save Liberality. Now, good my Lord, vouchsafe of your charity, To cast here aside your pitiful eye, Upon a poor soldier, naked and needy, That in the queen's wars was maimed, as you see. Where have you served? In France, in Flanders: but in Ireland most. Under whom? Under Captain Weldon. He was my soldier, indeed sir, until he lost his leg. Hold, pray for the Queen. God save the Queen, and God save Liberality. Room, my Masters, give place, stand by. Sir, Equity hath sent me to let you understand, That hither he will resort out of hand, To sit upon the arraignment of Prodigality. In good time. Behold, he comes. Now, Equity, how falls the matter out? That Prodigality is guilty of the fact, no doubt, And therefore for furtherance of justice effectually, My Lord the judge comes to sit upon him presently: Wherein we crave your assistance. I'll wait upon you. Room, my masters, room for my Lord: stand by. Call for the prisoner. Make an oyes, crier. Oyes, oyes, oyes! Sheriff of Middlesex. Repeat, Sheriff, etc. Bring forth the prisoner. &c. Prodigality. Prodigality. Pain of the peril shall fall thereon. Pain of, etc. Here, sir.
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Then, Madam, I pray you, appoint some Officer to take the mony, That I may returne againe with Equity. Let it be deliuered to my steward Liberality. What, Mony? how come you to be so fat and foggy? Surely, sir, by the old chuffe, that miser Tenacity. How so? He would neuer let me abroad to goe, But lockt me vp in coffers, or in bags bound me fast, That like a Bore in a stie, he fed me at last. Thus Tenacitie did spoile me, for want of exercise: But Prodigalitie, cleane contrarywise, Did tosse me, and fleece me, so bare and so thinne, That he left nothing on me, but very bone and skinne. Well, Mony, will you bide with him that can deuise, To rid you and keepe you from these extremities? Who is that? Euen my selfe, Liberalitie. Sir, I like you well, and therefore willingly, I am contented with you to remaine, So as you protect me from the other twaine, I warrant thee. First, from thy bands Ile set thee free, And after, thy sickenes cured shall be, Thanks and obedience I yeeld, & vow to Liberalitie. My Lord, according to your appointment and will, I come to attend your pleasure. Haue you brought your bill? Yea, my Lord. Giue it me. Ile be your meane vnto the Prince, that it may dispatched be: The while take here, these hundred crownes to releeue ye. God saue the Queene, and God saue Liberalitie. Sir, I haue long serued the Prince at great expence, And long haue I bin promised a recompence: I beseech you consider of me. What, doe you serue without fee? Yea truely, sir. Hold, pray for the Queene. It shalbe my prayer day and night truely. God saue the Queene, and God saue Liberalitie. Now, good my Lord, vouchsafe of your charitie, To cast here aside your pittifull eye, Vpon a poore souldier, naked and needy, That in the Queenes warres was maimed, as you see. Where haue you serued? In Fraunce, in Flaunders: but in Ireland most. Vnder whom? Vnder Captaine Wel-don. He was my souldier, indeed sir, vntill he lost his legge. Hold, pray for the Queene. God saue the Queene, and God saue Liberalitie. Roome, my Masters, giue place, stand by. Sir, Equity hath sent me to let you vnderstand, That hither he will resort out of hand, To sit vpon the arraignement of . In good time. Behold, he comes. Now, Equity, how falles the matter out? That Prodigality is guiltie of the fact, no doubt, And therefore for furtherance of Iustice effectually, My Lord the Iudge comes to sit vpon him presently: Wherein we craue your assistance. Ile wayte vpon you. Roome, my masters, roome for my Lord: stand by. Call for the prisoner. Make an oyes, cryer. Oyes, oyes, oyes! Sherife of Middlesex. Repeat, Sherife, &c. Bring forth the prisoner. &c. Prodigalitie. Prodigalitie. Paine of the perill shall fall thereon. Paine of, &c. Here, sir.