Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
I'll gild that poverty and make it shine, With beams of dignity: this base attire, These Ladies shall tear of, and deck thy beauty In robes of honour, that the world may say, Virtue and beauty was my bride today. This mean choice, will distain your nobleness No more Mario than it doth disgrace The Sun to shine on me. she's poor and base. she's rich: for virtue beautifies her face. What will the world say when the trump of fame Shall sound your high birth with a beggars name? The world still looks asquint, & I deride His purblind judgement; Grissel is my Bride, Ianicola, and Laureo: father, brother, You and your Son graced with our royal favour, Shall live to outwear time in happiness. Master I have made a good fire: sirrah Grissel, the fish Fall on thy knees thou fool: see here's our duke I have not offended him, therefore I'll not duck and he were ten Dukes. I'll kneel to none but God and my Prince. This is thy Prince, be silent Babulo, Silence is a virtue, marry 'tis a dumb virtue: I love virtue that speaks, and has a long tongue like a bell-wether, to lead other virtues after: if he be a Prince, I hope he is not Prince over my tongue, snails, wherefore come all these: Master here's not fish enough for us, Sirrah Grissel the fire burns out. Tell me my love what pleasant fellow is this? My aged Father's servant my gracious Lord. How, my love: master a word to the wise, scillicet me my love. What's his name, Babulo Sir is my name. Why dost thou tremble so? we are all thy friends Its hard sir for this motley jerkin, to find friendship with this fine doublet. Ianicola bring him to Court with thee. You may be ashamed to lay such knavish burden upon old ages shoulders: but I see they are stooping a little, all cry down with him: He shall not bring me sir, i'll carry myself. I pray thee do, I'll have thee live at court, I have a better trade sir, basket-making, Grissel I like thy man's simplicity, Still shall he be thy servant Babulo, Grissel thy mistress, now shall be my wife I think sir I am a fitter husband for her. Why shouldst thou think, I will make her rich That's all one sir, beggars are fit for beggars, gentlefolks for gentlefolks: I am afraid that this wonder of the rich loving the poor, will last but mine days: old M bid this merry gentleman home to dinner, you shall have a good dish of fish sir: & thank him for his good will to your daughter Gris. for i'll be hanged if he do not (as many rich cogging merchants) now adays do when they have got what they would, give her the bells, let her fly. Oh bear my Lord with his intemperate tongue Grissel I take delight to bear him talk.
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Ile gild that pouertie and make it shine, With beames of dignitie: this base attire, These Ladies shal teare of, and decke thy beautie In robes of honour, that the world may say, Uertue and beautie was my bride to day. This meane choice, will distaine your noblenes No more Mario then it doth disgrace The Sunne to shine on me. Shee's poore and base. Shee's rich: for vertue beautifies her face. What will ye world say when the trump of fame Shall sound your high birth with a beggers name? The world still lookes a squint, & I deride His purblind iudgement; Grissill is my Bride, Ianicola, and Laureo: father, brother, You and your Son grac'd with our royal fauour, Shall liue to outweare time in happines. Master I haue made a good fire: sirha Grissill, the fishe Fall on thy knees thou foole: sée heeres our duke I haue not offended him, therefore Ile not ducke and he were ten Dukes. Ile kneele to none but God and my Prince. This is thy Prince, be silent Babulo, Silence is a vertue, marie tis a dumbe vertue: I love vertue that speakes, and has a long tongue like a belweather, to leade other vertues after: if he be a Prince, I hope hee is not Prince ouer my tongue, snailes, wherefore come all these: Master heeres not fish enough for vs, Sirha Grissill the fire burnes out. Tell me my loue what pleasant fellow is this? My aged Fathers seruant my gracious Lorde. How, my loue: master a worde to ye wise, scillicet me my love. Whats his name, Babulo Sir is my name▪ Why dost thou tremble so? we are al thy friends Its hard sir for this motley Ierkin, to find friendship with this fine doublet. Ianicola bring him to Court with thee. You may be asham'd to lay such knauish burden vppon olde ages shoulders: but I see they are stooping a little, all crie downe with him: He shall not bring me sir, ile carrie my selfe. I pray thee doe, Ile haue thee liue at court, I haue a better trade sir, basketmaking, Grissill I like thy mans simplicitie, Still shall he be thy seruant Babulo, Grissill thy mistresse, now shall be my wife I thinke sir I am a fitter husband for her. Why shouldst thou think, I wil make her rich Thats al one sir, beggers are fit for beggers, gētlefolkes for gētlefolkes: I am afraid yt this wōder of ye rich leuing ye poor, wil last but mine daies: old M bid this merrie gentlemā home to dinner, you shal haue a good dish of fish sir: & thank him for his good wil to your daughter Gris. for ile be hāgd if he do not (as many rich cogging marchāts) now adaies doe when they haue got what they would, giue her the belles, let her flye. Oh beare my Lord with his intemperate tongue Grissill I take delight to beare him talke.