Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'tis to my wish; for I have often read, Fit birth, fit age, keeps long a quiet bed. 'tis to my wish; For Tradesmen (well 'tis known) Get with more ease, than Gentry keeps his own. My privy Guest, lusty quicksilver, has drunk too deep of the Bride-bowl, but with a little sleep he is much recovered; And I think is making himself ready, to be drunk in a gallanter likeness: My house is as 'twere the Cave, where the young Outlaw hoards the stolen veils of his occupation; And here when he will revel it in his prodigal similitude, he retires to his Trunks, and (I may say softly) his Punks: he dares trust me with the keeping of both: for I am Security itself, my name is Security, the famous Usurer. Come old Security, thou father of destruction: th'indented Sheepskin is burned wherein I was wrapped, and I am now loose, to get more children of perdition into thy usurous Bonds. Thou feedest my Lechery, and I thy Covetousness: Thou art Pandar to me for my wench, and I to thee for thy cozenages: K. me, K. thee, runs through Court and Country. Well said my subtle quicksilver, These K's open the doors to all this worlds felicity: the dullest forehead sees it. Let not mast. Courtier think he carries all the knavery on his shoulders: I have poor Hob in the country, that has worn hobnails on's shoes, have as much villainy in's head, as he that wears gold buttons in's cap. Why man, 'tis the London highway to thrist, if virtue be used; 'tis but as a scrap to the net of villainy. They that use it simply, thrive simply I warrant: Weight and fashion makes goldsmith's Cockolds. Here sir, put of the other half of your Prenticeship. Well said sweet Sin: bring forth my bravery. Now let my Trunks shoot forth their silks concealed, I now am free; and now will justify My Trunks and Punks: avant dull flatcap then, Ʋia, the curtaine that shaddowed Borgia; There lie thou husk of my envassaled State. I Sampson now, have burst the Philistines Bands, And in thy lap my lovely Dalida, I'll lie and snore out my enfranchised state. When Sampson was a tall young man His power and strength increased then, He sold no more, nor cup, nor can, But did them all despise. Old Touchstone, now wright to thy friends, For one to sell thy base gold ends quicksilver, now no more attends Thee Touchstone. But Dad, hast thou seen my running Gelding dressed today? That I have Frank, the Ostler a'th' Cock, dressed him for a Breakfast. What did he eat him? No, but he eat his breakfast for dressing him: and so dressed him for breakfast. Quicksilver. O witty Age, where age is young in wit, And all youths words have grey beards full of it!
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Tis to my wiſh; for I haue often read, Fit birth, fit age, keepes long a quiet bed. Tis to my wiſh; For Tradeſmen (well tis knowne) Get with more eaſe, then Gentrie keepes his owne. My priuie Gueſt, luſtie Quickeſiluer, has drunke too deepe of the Bride-boule, but with a little ſleepe he is much recouered; And I thinke is making himſelfe readie, to bee drunke in a gallanter likenes: My houſe is as t'were the Caue, where the yong Out-lawe hoords the ſtolne vayles of his occupation; And here when he will reuell it in his prodigall ſimilitude, he retires to his Trunks, and (I may ſay ſoftly) his Punks: he dares truſt me with the keeping of both: for I am Securitie it ſelfe, my name is Securitie, the famous Vſurer. Come old Securitie, thou father of deſtruction: th'indented Sheepeskinne is burn'd wherein I was wrapt, and I am now looſe, to get more children of perdition into thy vſurous Bonds. Thou feed'ſt my Lecherie, and I thy Couetouſnes: Thou art Pandar to me for my wench, and I to thee for thy cooſenages: K. mee, K. thee, runnes through Court and Countrey. Well ſaid my ſubtle Quickeſiluer, Theſe K's ope the dores to all this worldes felicitie: the dulleſt forehead ſees it. Let not maſt. Courtier thinke hee carries all the knauery on his ſhoulders: I haue poore Hob in the countrie, that has worne hob-nayles on's ſhoes, haue as much villanie in's head, as he that weares gold bottons in's cap. Why man, tis the London high-way to thriſt, if vertue bee vſde; tis but as a ſcrappe to the nette of villanie. They that vſe it ſimplie, thriue ſimplie I warrant: Waight and faſhion makes Goldſmiths Cockolds. Here ſir, put of the other halfe of your Prentiſhip. Well ſayd ſweet Syn: bring forth my brauerie. Now let my Truncks ſhoote ſoorth their ſilkes concealde, I now am free; and now will iuſtifie My Trunkes and Punkes: Auant dull Flat-cap then, Ʋia, the curtaine that ſhaddowed Borgia; There lie thou huske of my envaſſail'd State. I Sampſon now, haue burſt the Philiſtins Bands, And in thy lappe my louely Dalida, Ile lie and ſnore out my enfranchiſde ſtate. When Sampſon was a tall yong man His power and ſtrength increaſed than, He ſould no more, nor cup, nor can, But did them all diſpiſe. Old Touchstone, now wright to thy friends, For one to ſell thy baſe gold ends Quickeſiluer, now no more attends Thee Touchſtone. But Dad, haſt thou ſeene my running Gelding dreſt to day? That I haue Franck, the Oſtler a'th Cocke, dreſt him for a Breakefaſt. What did he eate him? No, but he eate his breakefaſt for dreſſing him: and ſo dreſt him for breakfaſt. Quickſiluer. O wittie Age, where age is young in witte, And al youths words haue gray beards full of it!