2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 1 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
MY Master sir, requests your company, About confirming certain covenants Touching your last night's conference. The Sugars. Believe me, to his credit be it spoke, He is a man of heedful providence, And one that by innative courtesy Wins love from Strangers, be it without offence, How are his present fortunes reckoned? Neither to flatter nor detract from him, He is a Merchant of good estimate, Care how to get, and forecast to increase, (If so they be accounted) be his faults. They are especial virtues, being clear From avarice and base extortion. But here he comes: Good day, to M. Gresham, You keep your word. Else should I ill deserve The title that I wear, a merchants tongue Should not strike false. What think you of my proffer, Touching the Sugar? I be thought myself Both of the gain and losses incident, And this I take't was the whole circumstance: It was my motion and I think your promise, To get me a sealed Patent from your king For all your Barbarie Sugar at a price, During the king's life; and for his princely love, I am to send him threescore thousand pounds. 'twas so conditioned, and to that effect His highness promise is already past, And if you dare give credit to my trust, Send but your private letters to your Factor, That deals for your affairs in Barbarie, His Majesty shall either seal your Patent, Or i'll return the money to your Factor. As much as I desire; pray sir draw near And taste a cup of wine, whilst I consider And thoroughly scan such accidental doubts, As may concern a matter of such moment. At your best leisure. I'll resolve you straight. Bethink thee Gresham, threescore thousand pounds A good round sum: let not the hope of gain Draw thee to loss. I am to have a Patent For all the Barbarie Sugars at a rate, The gain clears half in half, but then the hazard: My term continues during the king's life, The King may die before my first return, Then where's my Cash? why, so the King may live These 40. years, then where is Gresham's gain: It stands in this as in all ventures else Doubtful, no more, i'll through whate'er it cost. So much clear gain, or so much coin clear lost. Within there ho. At hand sir, did you call? How thrives our Cash? what is it well increased? I speak like one that must be forced to borrow. Your worship's merry. Merry, tell me knave, Dost not thou think that three score thousand pounds, Would make an honest Merchant try his friends? Yes, by my faith sir, but you have a friend Would not see you stand out for twice the sum. Praise God for all, but what's the common rumor Touching my bargain with the King of Barbarie? 'tis held your credit, and your country's honour, That being but a Merchant of the City, And taken in a manner unprovided, You should upon a mere presumption And naked promise, part with so much Cash, Which the best Merchants both in Spain and France, Denied to venture on.
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MY Master sir, requests your companie, About confirming certaine couenants Touching your last nights conference. The Sugars. Beleeue me, to his credite be it spoke, Hee is a man of heedfull prouidence, And one that by innatiue courtesie VVinnes loue from Strangers, be it without offence, How are his present fortunes reckoned? Neither to flatter nor detract from him, He is a Marchant of good estimate, Care how to get, and fore-cast to encrease, (If so they be accounted) be his faults. They are especiall vertues, being cleare From auarice and base extortion. But here he comes: Good day, to M. Gresham, You keepe your word. Else should I ill deserue The title that I weare, a Marchants tongue Should not strike false. What thinke you of my proffer, Touching the Sugar? I be thought my selfe Both of the gaine and losses incident, And this I tak't was the whole circumstance: It was my motion and I thinke your promise, To get me a seald Patent from your king For all your Barbarie Sugar at a price, During the kings life; and for his princely loue, I am to send him threescore thousand pounds. T'was so condition'd, and to that effect His highnesse promise is alreadie past, And if you dare giue credite to my trust, Send but your priuate letters to your Factor, That deales for your affaires in Barbarie, His Maiestie shall either seale your Patent, Or ile returne the money to your Factor. As much as I desire; pray sir draw neere And taste a cup of wine, whilst I consider And throughly scan such accidentall doubts, As may concerne a matter of such moment. At your best leysure. Ile resolue you straight. Bethinke thee Gresham, threescore thousand pounds A good round summe: let not the hope of gaine Draw thee to losse. I am to haue a Pattent For all the Barbarie Sugars at a rate, The gaine cleers halfe in halfe, but then the hazard: My terme continues during the kings life, The King may die before my first returne, Then wheres my Cash? why, so the King may liue These 40. yeares, then where is Greshams gaine: It stands in this as in all ventures else Doutfull, no more, ile through what ere it cost. So much cleere gaine, or so much coyne cleere lost. Within there ho. At hand sir, did you call? How thriues our Cash? what is it wel increast? I speake like one that must be forst to borrow. Your worships merrie. Merry, tell me knaue, Dost not thou think that three score thousand pounds, Would make an honest Marchant try his friends? Yes, by my faith sir, but you haue a friend Would not see you stand out for twise the summe. Praise God for all, but what's the common rumor Touching my bargaine with the King of Barbarie? Tis held your credit, and your Countries honour, That being but a Marchant of the Cittie, And taken in a manner vnprouided, You should vpon a meere presumption And naked promise, part with so much Cash, VVhich the best Marchants both in Spaine and France, Denyed to venter on.