Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 491 words
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A plague of the devil, the devil take the dice, The dice, and the devil, and his dam go together: Of all my hundred golden angels, I have not left me one denier: A poke of come a five, what shall I do? I can borrow no more of my credit: There's not any of my acquaintance, man, nor boy, But I have borrowed more or less off: I would I knew where to take a good purse, And go clear away, by this light i'll venture for it, God's lid my sister Delia, I'll rob her, by this hand. I prithee Artichoke go not so fast, The weather is hot, and I am something weary. Nay I warrant you mistress Delia i'll not tire you With leading, we'll go an extreme moderate pace. Stand, deliver your purse. O lord, thieves, thieves. Come, come, your purse lady, your purse. That voice I have heard often before this time, What brother Flowerdale, become a thief? ay, a plague on't, I thank your father, But sister, come, your money, come: What the world must find me, I am borne to live, 'tis not a sin to steal, when none will give. O God, is all grace banished from thy heart, Think of the shame that doth attend this fact. Shame me no shames, come give me your purse, I'll bind you sister, lest I fair the worse. No, bind me not, hold there is all I have, And would that money would redeem thy shame. thieves, thieves, thieves. thieves, where man? why how now mistress Delia, ha' you a liked to been a-robbed? No master Oliver, 'tis master Flowerdale, he did but jest with me. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrel sirrah, you meet us Well, vang thee that. Well sin, i'll not meddle with you, because I have a charge. Here brother Flowerdale i'll lend you this same money. I thank you sister. I would you were ysplit, and you let the mesel have a penny, But since you cannot keep it, Chil keep it myself. 'tis pity to relieve him in this sort, Who makes a triumphant life, his daily sport. Brother, you see how all men censure you, Farewell, and I pray God amend your life. Come, Chill bring you along, and you safe enough From twenty such scoundrels as thick a one is, Farewell and be hanged zyrrha, as I think so thou Wilt be shortly, come sir Arthur. A plague go with you for a karsy rascal: This Devonshire many I think is made all of pork, His hands made only, for to heave up packs: His heart as fat and big as his face, As differing far from all brave gallant minds As I to serve the hogs, and drink with hinds, As I am very near now: well, what remedy, When money, means, and friends, do grow so small, Then farewell life, and there's an end of all.
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A plague of the diuell, the diuell take the dyce, The dyce, and the diuell, and his damne goe together: Of all my hundred golden angels, I haue not left me one denier: A poke of come a fiue, what shall I doe? I can borrow no more of my credit: There's not any of my acquaintance, man, nor boy, But I haue borrowed more or lesse off: I would I knewe where to take a good purse, And goe cleare away, by this light ile venture for it, Gods lid my sister Delia, Ile rob her, by this hand. I prethee Artichoake goe not so fast, The weather is hot, and I am something wearie. Nay I warrant you mistresse Delia ile not tire you With leading, weele goe an extreame moderate pace. Stand, deliuer your purse. O lord, theeues, theeues. Come, come, your purse ladie, your purse. That voice I haue heard often before this time, What brother Flowerdale, become a theefe? I, a plague ont, I thanke your father, But sister, come, your mony, come: What the world must find me, I am borne to liue, Tis not a sinne to steale, when none will giue. O God, is all grace banisht from thy heart, Thinke of the shame that doth attend this fact. Shame me no shames, come giue me your purse, Ile bind you sister, least I faire the worse. No, bind me not, hold there is all I haue, And would that mony would redeeme thy shame. Theeues, theeues, theeues. Theeues, where man? why how now mistresse Delia, Ha you a liked to bin a robbed? No maister Oliuer, tis maister Flowerdale, hee did but iest with me. How, Flowerdale, that scoundrell , you meen vs Well, vang thee that. Well sin, ile not meddle with you, because I haue a charge. Here brother Flowerdale ile lend you this same mony▪ I thanke you sister. I wad you woreysplit, and you let the mezell haue a penny, But since you cannot keepe it, chil keepe it my selfe. Tis pittie to releeue him in this sort, Who makes a triumphant life, his daily sport. Brother, you see how all men consure you, Farewell, and I pray God amend your life. Come, chill bring you along, and you safe enough From twentie such scoundrells as thick a one is, Farewell and be hanged zyrrha, as I thinke so thou Wilt be shortly, come syr Arthur. A plague goe with you for a karsie rascall: This Deuenshy I think is made all of porke, His hands made onely, for to heue vp packs: His hart as ft and big as his face, As differing far from all braue gallant minds As I to serue the hogges, and drinke with hindes, As I am very neere now: well, what remedie, When mony, meanes, and friends, doe growe so small, Then farewell life, and an end of all.