Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
What should I say my Lord, see hear complaints, Made in the city against nobody, as well as in the country. See their bills, here's one complains his wife hath been abroad, And asking where she revels night, by night, She answers she hath been with nobody. hear's queans maintained in every suburb street, Ask who maintains them, and 'tis nobody. Watches are, beaten, and Constables are scoffed, In dead of night men are made drunk in taverns, Girls lose their maiden heads at thirteen years, Pockets picked, and purses cut in throngs. Enough, enough, doth nobody all this? Though he hath cleared himself from country crimes, He cannot scape the city. Yes dread Queen, I must confess these things are daily done, For which I here accuse this Somebody, That everywhere with slanders dogs my steps, And cunningly assumes my borrowed shape, Women lie out, if they be took and found with somebody, than Nobody goes clear, Else the blames mine, he doth these faults unknown, then slanders my chaste innocence for proof. somebody doth maintain a common strumpet i'th' garden-allys, and undid himself. somebody swaggered with the watch last night, was carried to the counter. somebody once picked a pocket in this Playhouse yard, Was hoisted on the stage, and shamed about it. Ha, ha, hath my master met with you. Alas my liege, your honest Nobody Builds Churches in these days, and Hospitals, Relieves the several prisons in the City, Redeems the needy debtor from the hole, And when this somebody brings infant children, And leaves them in the night at stranger's doors, Nobody fathers them, provides them nurses, What should I say, your highness love I crave, That am all just. Then somebody's a knave. If neither city nor country will prevail to him, with the court ma. somebody, and there you will match him. Then touching his abuses in the court. I marry Nobody what say you to this, See, here are dangerous libels 'gainst the state, And no name to them, therefore nobody's. Besides strange rumours and false buzzing tales, Of mutinous leesings raised by Nobody. False dice and Cheating brought even to the presence, and who dares be so impudently knavish, Unless some fellow of your name and garb. Cards of advantage with such cheating tricks, Brought even amongst the noblest of the land, And when these cozening shifts are once discovered, There is no cheater found save Nobody. How canst thou answer these. even as the rest, Are libels cast, if nobody did make them, And nobody's name to them, they are no libels, For he that sets his name to any slander, Makes it by that no libel, this approves He forged those slanderous writs to scandal me. And for false cards, and dice, let my great slops And his big bellied doublet both be searched, And see which harbours most hypocrisy. Let them both be searched. I'll take my leave of the presence. nay M. sycophant we'll have the inside of your pockets translated to, we'll see what stuffing they have, I'll take a little pains with you.
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What should I saie my Lord, see heare complaints, Made in the citty against no-body, Aswell as in the country. See their bils, Heeres one complaines his wife hath bin abroad, And asking where she reuels night, by night, She answers she hath bin with no-body. Heares queanes maintaind in euery suburb streete, Aske who maintaines them, and tis no-body. Watches are, beaten, and Constables are scoft, In dead of night men are made drunke in tauernes, Girles loose their maiden heads at thirteene yeares, Pockets pickt, and purses cut in throngs. Inough, inough, doth no-body all this? Though he hath cleard himselfe from country crimes, He cannot scape the citty. Yes dread Queene, I must confesse these things are daily done, For which I heere accuse this Some-body, That euery where with slaunders dogs my steps, And cunningly assumes my borrowed shape, Women lie out, if they be tooke and found with somebody, then No-body goes cleere, Else the blames mine, he doth these faults vnknowne, then slanders my chast innocence for proofe. somebody doth maintaine a common strumpet ith Garden-allies, and vndid himselfe. somebody swaggered with the watch last night, was carried to the counter. somebody once pickt a pocket in this Play-house yard, Was hoysted on the stage, and shamd about it. Ha, ha, hath my maister met with you. Alasse my liege, your honest No-bodie Builds Churches in these dayes, and Hospitals, Releeues the seuerall prisons in the Citty, Redeemes the needy debtor from the hole, And when this somebody brings infant children, And leaues them in the night at strangers doores, Nobody fathers them, prouides them nurses, What should I say, your highnes loue I craue, That am all iust. Then somebodies a knaue. If neyther citty nor countrie wil preuaile to him, with the court ma. somebody, and there you will match him. Then touching his abuses in the court. I marrie Nobody what say you to this, See, heere are dangerous Libils gainst the state, And no name to them, therefore nobodies. Besides strange rumors and false buzzing tales, Of mutinous leesings raisd by No-body. False dice and Cheating brought euen to the presence, and who dares be so impudently knauish, Vnlesse some fellow of your name and garbe. Cards of aduantage with such cheating tricks, Brought euen amongst the noblest of the land, And when these cosening shifts are once discouered, There is no cheater found saue No-body. How canst thou answer these. Euen as the rest, Are libels cast, if nobody did make them, And no-bodies name to them, they are no libels, For he that sets his name to any slander, Makes it by that no libell, this aproues He forgd those slanderous writs to scandall me. And for false cards, and dice, let my great slops And his big bellied dublet both be sercht, And see which harbors most hipocrisie. Let them both be sercht. Ile take my leaue of the presence. nay M. sicophant weele haue the inside of your pockets translated to, weele see what stuffyng they haue, Ile take a little paines with you.