2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 16 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 · 478 words
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Heyday, what have we here, knavery as quick as eels? we'll more of this. You were best let me help you hold it sir. Why knave, dost think I cannot hold a paper. Help will do no hurt for if the knavery be as quick as an eel, it may chance to deceive you. I am a Merchant made by chance, And lacking coin to venture: Your hundred pound's gone toward France, Your Factor in the Counter. No sir, he is yet but in the Tavern at counter gate, but he shall soon be in if you please. Away knave, let me read on. My father gave me a portion, You keep away my due: I have paid myself a part to spend, Here's a discharge for you. Precious coal, here's a knave round with me. Your Factor Timothy Thin beard writes to you, Who as it seems is arrested at your suit. How, at my suit! And hear confesseth by using bad company, He is run behind hand five hundred pound. And doth entreat you would be good to him. How, run behind hand five hundred pound, And by bad company: M. Deane of Paul's, He is a fellow seems so pure of life, I durst have trusted him with all I had had. Here is so much under his own hand. Ha, let me see, who set you to arrest him? Why your kinsman Iohn sir, your kinsman Iohn. He, ha, in faith I smell the knavery then: This knave belike mistrusting of my kinsman, Would come along to see the money given me: Mad Jack having no trick to put him off, Arrests him with a Sergeant at my suit, There went my hundred pound away: this Thin-beard then Knowing himself to have played the knave with me, And thinking I had arrested him indeed, Confesseth all his tricks with yea, and nay: So her's five hundred pound come, one run away. Bones a me, M. Gresham, is my man Iohn Gone away with your hundred pound? Faith it appears so by the acquittance that I brought. No matter M. Hobson, the charge you trust him with, I'll see he shall discharge, I know he is wild, Yet I must tell you i'll not see him sunk: And afore-god it hath done my heart more good, The knave had wit to do so mad a trick, Then if he had profited me twice so much. He ever had the name of mad Jack Gresham. Is the more like his Uncle, Sir Thomas Ramsey When I was young I do remember well, I was as very a knave as he is now. Sirrah, bring Thin-beard hither to me, and sir Thomas Ramsey, Your hundred pound i'll see you paid myself: Ha ha, mad Iack, Gramercy for this slight, This hundred pounds makes me thy Uncle right.
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Hey-day, what haue we here, knauery as quick as Ecles? Weele more of this. You were best let me helpe you hold it sir. VVhy knaue, doost thinke I cannot hold a paper. Helpe will do no hurt for if the knauery be as quicke as an Ecle, it may chance to deceiue you. I am a Marchant made by chance, And lacking coyne to venture: Your hundred pound's gone toward France, Your Eactor's in the Counter. No sir, he is yet but in the Tauerne at counter gate, but he shall soone be in if you please. Away knaue, let me read on. My father gaue me a portion, You keepe away my due: I haue payd my selfe a part to spend, Here's a discharge for you. Precious cole, here's a knaue round with me. Your Factor Timothy Thin beard writes to you, Who as it seemes is arrested at your sute. How, at my sute! And heare confesseth by vsing bad companie, He is run behind hand fiue hundred pound. And doth intreat you would be good to him. How, run behind hand fiue hundred pound, And by bad companie: M. Deane of Powles, He is a fellow seemes so pure of life, I drust haue trusted him with all I had had. Here is so much vnder his owne hand. Ha, let me see, who set you to arrest him? Why your kins-man Iohn sir, your kins-man Iohn. He, ha, infaith I smell the knauerie then: This knaue belike mistrusting of my kinsman, VVould come along to see the money giuen me: Mad Iacke hauing no tricke to put him off, Arrests him with a Sergeant at my sute, There went my hundred pound away: this Thin-beard then Knowing himselfe to haue playd the knaue with me, And thinking I had arrested him indeed, Confesseth all his trickes with yea, and nay: So her's fiue hundred pound come, one runne away. Bones a me, M. Gresham, is my man Iohn Gone away with your hundred pound? Faith it appeares so by the acquittance that I brought. No matter M. Hobson, the charge you trust him with, Ile see he shall discharge, I know he is wilde, Yet I must tell you ile not see him suncke: And afore-god it hath done my heart more good, The knaue had wit to doe so mad a tricke, Then if he had pofited me twice so much. He euer had the name of mad Iacke Gresham. Is the more like his Vncle, Sir Thomas Ramsie When I was yong I doe remember well, I was as very a knaue as he is now. Sirra, bring Thin-beard hither to me, and sir Thomas Ramsie, Your hundred pound ile see you pay'd my selfe: Ha ha, mad Iack, Gramercie for this slight, This hundred pounds makes me thy Vncle right.