Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 489 words
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O this City, if Nobody live to be as old again, be it spoken in secret, I'll have fenced about with a wall of brass. Of nobody's making, that will be rare. I'll bring the Thames through the middle of it, empty More-ditch at my own charge, and build up Paul's-steeple without a collection. I see not what becomes of these collections. Why Nobody receives them. I knave? You knave: or as the world goes, Somebody receives all, and Nobody is blamed for it. But is it rumoured so through out the City. Do not you know that? there's not an orphans portion lost out of the Chamber, but Nobody has got it, no Corn transported without warrant, but Nobody has done it, no goods stolen but by Nobody, no extortion without Nobody: and but that truth will come to light, few wenches got with child, but with Nobody. Nay that's by Somebody. I think Somebody had a hand in't, but Nobody sometimes pays for the nursing of it. Indeed I have taken into my charge many a poor infant left to the alms of the wide world, I have helped many a virtuous maid to a good husband, & near desired her maidenhead: redeemed many gentlemen's lands, that have thanked Nobody for it, built Pest-houses, and other places of retirement in the sickness time for the good of the City, and yet Nobody cannot get a good word for his labour. 'tis a mad world Master. Yet this mad world shall not make me mad, I am All spirit, Nobody let them grieve, That scrape for wealth I will the poor relieve, Where are the Masters of the several prisons: Within and near adjoining to the City, That I may spread my charity abroad. Here they be Sir. Welcome Gentlemen: You are they that make poor men householders Against their wills, and yet do them no wrong: You have the actions, and the cases of your sides, Whilst your Tenants in common, want money to fill them. How many Gentlemen of less revenues than Nobody, Lie in your knight's ward, for want of maintenance. I am Sir a Keeper of the Counter, and there are in our wards above a hundred poor prisoners, that are like near to come forth without satisfaction. But Nobody will be their benefactor. What in yours. As many as in the other prison. There's to release them. What in yours. Double the number, and in the Jail. Talk not of the jail, 'tis full of lime-twigs, lifts, and pickpockets. Is it your pleasure Sir to free them all. All that he in for debt. Ten thousand pound, and ten to that will not do it. Nobody Sir will give a hundred thousand, Ten hundred thousand, Nobody will not have a prisoner, Because they all shall pray for Nobody. 'tis great pity my Master has Nobody, and so kind a heart. What outcries that?
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O this Citty, if Nobody liue to be as old againe, be it spoken in secret, Ile haue fenst about with a wall of brasse. Of Nobodies making, that will be rare. Ile bring the Tems through the middle of it, empty Moore-ditch at my owne charge, and build vp Paules-steple without a collection. I see not what becomes of these collctions. Why Nobody receaues them. I knaue? You knaue: or as the world goes, Somebody receiues all, and Nobody is blamd for it. But is it rumord so thorough out the Citty. Doe not you knowe that? theres not an orphants portion lost out of the Chamber, but Nobody has got it, no Corne transported without warrant, but Nobody has donne it, no goods stolne but by Nobody, no extortion without Nobody: and but that truth will come to light, fewe wenches got with child, but with Nobody. Nay thats by Somebody. I thinke Somebody had a hand in't, but Nobody sometimes paies for the nursing of it. Indeede I haue taken into my charge many a poore infant left to the almes of the wideworld, I haue helpt many a vertuous maide to a good husband, & nere desird her maiden-head: redeemed many Gentlemens lands, that haue thankt Nobody for it, built Pest-houses, and other places of retirement in the sicknes time for the good of the Cittie, and yet Nobody cannot get a good word for his labor. Tis a mad world Maister. Yet this mad world shall not make me mad, I am All spirit, Nobody let them grieue, That scrape for wealth I will the poore relieue, Where are the Maisters of the seuerall prisons: Within and neere adioyning to the Citty, That I may spred my charity abroad. Heere they be Sir. Welcome Gentlemen: You are they that make poore men housholders Against their wills, and yet doe them no wrong: You haue the actions, and the cases of your sides, Whilst your Tenants in comon, want money to fill them. How many Gentlemen of lesse reuenewes then Nobody, Lie in your Knights ward, for want of maintenance. I am Sir a Keeper of the Counter, and there are in our wards aboue a hundred poore prisoners, that are like nere to come foorth without satisfaction. But Nobody will be their benefactor. What in yours. As many as in the other prison. Theres to release them. What in yours. Double the number, and in the Gayle. Talke not of the Gayle, tis full of limetwigs, lifts, and pickpockets. Is it your pleasure Sir to free them all. All that he in for debt. Ten thousand pound, and ten to that will not doe it. Nobody Sir will giue a hundred thousand, Ten hundred thousand, Nobody will not haue a prisoner, Because they all shall pray for Nobody. Tis great pitty my Maister has Nobody, and so kind a hart. What outcries that?