The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 13 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
To kill my friend! O 'tis to kill myself, Yet man's but man's excrement, man breeding man, As he does worms or this, to spoil this nothing, The body of a man is of the self same soul, As Ox or horse, no murder to kill these, As for that only part, which makes us man, Murder wants power to touch't: O wit how vile, How hellish art thou, when thou affect nature 'gainst sacred faith! think more to kill a friend To gaine a woman, to Ioso selfe, For appetite and sensual end, whose very having, Loseth all appetite, and gives satiety, That corporal end, remorse and inward blushings, Forcing us loathe the steam of our own heats, Whilst friendship closed in virtue being spiritual, Tastes no such languishes and moment's pleasure, With much repentance, but like rivers flow, And further that they run, they bigger grow, Lord how was I misgone, how easy t's to err, When passion will not give us leave to think? " A learned that is an honest man may fear. And lust, and rage, and malice, and any thing, " when he is taken uncollected suddenly: 'Tis sin of cold blood; mischief will waked eyes, " That is the damned and the truly vice, Not he that's passionless but he 'bove passion's wise, My friend shall know it all. It is right I assure you, just fifteen pounds. Well Cocledemoy 'tis thou putst me to this charge, but and I catch thee, I'll charge thee with as many irons: well, is the barber come, i'll be trimmed and then to Cheapside, to buy a fair piece of plate, to furnish the loss, is the barber come? Truth husband, surely heaven is not pleased with our vocation; we do wink at the sins of our people, our wines are Protestants, and I speak it to my grief, and to the burden of my conscience, we fry our fish with salt butter. Go look to your business, mend the matter and score false with a vengeance. Welcome friend, whose man? Widow Rain sours man, and shall please your good worship, my name's Andrew Shark. How does my God son good Andrew. Very well, he's gone to trim M. Quicquid our Parson, hold up your head. How long have you been a barber Andrew? Not long Sir, this two year. What and a good work man already, I dare scarce trust my head to thee. O fear not, we ha' polled better men than you, we learn the trade very quickly, will your good worship be shaven As you will, what trade didst live by, before thou turnedst Barbar Andrew. I was a peddler in Germany, but my countrymen thrive better by this trade. Wha's the news Barbar, thou art sometimes at Court. Sometimes pole a Page or so sir. And what's the news? how do all my good Lords, and all my good Ladies, and all the rest of my acquaintance. What an arrogant knave's this, I'll acquaintance ye ('tis cash,) say ye sir.
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To kill my friend▪ O is to kill my ſelfe, Yet mans but mans excrement, breeding man, As he do's wormes this nothing, The body of a man is of the ſelfe ſame ſoule, A's Oxe or horſe, no murther theſe, As for that onely part, which makes man, Murther wa powe to O wit how vile, How helliſh art thou, when thou ffect nature Gainſt ſacred faith▪ thinke moe to kill a friend To gaine a woman, to Ioſo ſelfe, For appetite and ſenſual end, whoſe very hauing, Looſeth all appetite, and giues aetie, That corporall end, remorſe and inward bluſhinges, Forcing vs loath the ſteame of our owne heates, VVhilſte friendſhip cloſde in vertue being ſpiritual, Taſtes no ſuch languiſhinges and moments pleaſure, VVith much repentance, but like riuers flow, And further that they runne, they bigger grow, Lord how was I miſgone, how eaſie ti's to erre, VVhen paſſion wil not giue vs leaue to thinke? "A learn'd that is an honeſt man may feare. "And luſt, and rage, and malice, and any thing, "when he is taken vncollected ſuddenly: "Ti's ſinne of colde blood; miſchiefe wil wak'd eyes, "That is the damned and the truely vice, "Not he that's paſſionles but he 'boue paſſion's wiſe, My friend ſhall know it all. It is right I aſſure you, iuſt fifteene pounds. Well Cocledemoy tis thou putſt me to this charge, but and I catch thee, I'le charge thee with as many irons: well, is the Barbar come, ile be trimd and then to Cheapeſide, to buy a faire peece of plate, to furniſh the loſſe, is the Barbar come? Truth husband, ſurely heauen is not pleaſde with our vocation; we do winke at the ſinnes of our people, our wines are Proteſtantes, and I ſpeake it to my griefe, and to the burthē of my conſcience, we frie our fiſh with ſalt butter. Goe looke to your buſines, mend the matter and skore falfe with a vengeance. Welcome friend, whoſe man? Widdow Raine ſoures man, and ſhall pleaſe your good worſhip, my nam'es Andrew Sharke. How do's my God ſonne good Andrew. Very well, hee's gone to trim M. Quicquid our Parſon, hold vp your head. How long haue you beene a Barbar Andrew? Not long Sir, this two yeare. What and a good worke man already, I dare ſcarſe truſt my heade to thee. O feare not, we ha polde better men then you, we learn the trade very quickly, will your good worſhip be ſhaue not As you will, what trade didſt liue by, before thou turnedſt Barbar Andrew. I was a Pedler in Germany, but my countrimen thriue better by this trade. Wha's the newes Barbar, thou art ſometimes at Court. Sometimes pole a Page or ſo ſir. And what's the newes? how doe all my good Lordes, and all my good Ladies, and all the reſt of my acquaintance. What an arrogant knaue's this, Ile acquaintance yee (tis caſh,) ſay yee ſir.