Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals) history; satire · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 513 words
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What have you there in nobody's pockets. Here are my liege bonds forfeit by poor men, Which he released out of the usurers hands, And canceled. Leases likewise forfeited, By him repurchased. These petitions, Of many poor men to prefer their suits. Unto your highness. Thou art Just we know, All great men's pockets should be lined so. What bombast bears his gorge. False Cards, false Dice; The king's hand counterfeit, Bonds put in suit to gain the forfeitures, forged deeds to cheat men of their ancient land, And thousand such like trash. Nay look you here, hears one that for his bones is prettily stuffed. hear's fulloms and gourds: here's tall-men & low-men Here trey duce ace, passage comes apace. Mercy great King. Mercy my Sovereign. My liege you cannot to be severe in punishing, Those monstrous crimes, the only stain and blemish To the weal-public. villains hear your doom, Thou that hast been the oppression of the poor, Shalt be more poor than penury it self, All that thou hast is forfeit to the Law, For thy extortion I will have thee branded, Upon the forehead with the letter F. For Cheating whipped, for forging lose thine ears, Last for a basing of thy sovereign's Coin, And traitorous impress of our kingly seal, Suffer the death of traitors. Bear him hence. Since I must needs be martyred grant me this, That Nobody may whip, or torture me, Or hang me for a traitor. Away with him. Or if needs I must die a traitor's death, That Nobody may see me when I die. Hence with the traitor. I know by your complexion you were ripe for the hangman, but now to this lean Gentleman. Let me doom him, smooth spaniel, soothing groom Slick Oily knave, egregious parasite, Thou turning vane, and changing Weathercock, My sentence is thou shalt be naked stripped, And by the city beadles soundly whipped. I'll make bold to see th'execution. Well hath the King decreed, now by your highness patience let Nobody borrow a word or two of Everybody. here if you wonder why the king Elidurus bestows nothing on me for all my good services in his land, if the multitude should say he hath preferred Nobody, Somebody or other would say it were not well done, for in doing good to Nobody he should but get himself an ill name. Therefore I will leave my suit to him, and turn to you. Kind Gentleman if anybody here dislike Nobody, than I hope Everybody have pleased you, for being offended with nobody, nor Anybody can find himself aggrieved, Gentlemen they have a cold suit that have nobody to speak in their cause, and therefore blame us not to fear, yet our comfort is this, if nobody have offended you cannot blame Nobody for it, or rather we will find Somebody hereafter shall make good the fault that nobody hath done, and so I crave the general grace of Everybody. now forward Lords, long may our glories stand, Three sundry times Crowned king of this fair land.
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What haue you there in nobodyes pockets. Here are my liedge bonds forfei by poore men, Which he releast out of the vsurers hands, And canceld. Leases likewise forfeited, By him repurchast. These peticions, Of many poore men to preferre their sutes. Vnto your highnesse. Thou arte Iust we know, All great mens pockets should be lined so. What bumbast beares his gorge. False Cards, false Dice; The kings hand counterfeit, Bonds put in sute to gaine the forfitures, forgd deedes to cheate men of their ancient land, And thousand such like trashe. Nay looke you heere, heares one that for his bones is pretily stuft. Heares fulloms and gourds: heeres tall-men & low-men Heere tray duce ace, passedge comes a pace. Mercy great King. Mercy my Soueraigne. My liedge you cannot to be seuere in punishing, Those monstrous crimes, the onely staine and blemish To the weale-publike. Villaines heare your doome, Thou that hast bin the oppressyon of the poore, Shalt bee more poore then penury it slfe, All that thou hast is forfit to the Law, For thy extortion I will haue thee branded, Vpon the forhead with the letter F. For Cheating whipt, for forging loose thine eares, Last for a basing of thy Soueraignes Coyne, And traitrous impresse of our kingly seale, Suffer the death of traitors. Beare him hence. Since I must needs be martird graunt me this, That No-body may whip, or torture me, Or hang me for a traitor. Away with him. Or if needs I must dye a traitors death, That No-body may see me when I dye. Hence with the traitor. I know by your complexion you wer ripe for the hangmn, but now to this leane Gentleman. Let me doome him, smoth spaniel, soothing grome Slicke Oyly knaue, egregious parasite, Thou turning vane, and changing Weather-cocke, My sentence is thou shalt be naked stript, And by the citty beadles soundly whipt. Ile make bold to see thexecution. Well hath the King decreed, now by your highnesse patience let No-body borrow a word or two of Euery-body. Heer if you wonder why the king Elidurus bestowes nothing on me for all my good seruices in his land, if the multitude shuld say he hath preferd No-body, Some-body or other would say it were not well done, for in doing good to No-body he should but get himselfe an il name. Therefore I will leaue my sute to him, and turne to you. Kinde Gentleman if any-body heere dislike No-body, then I hope Euery-body haue pleased you, for being offended with no-body, nor Any-body can finde himselfe agrieued, Gentlemen they haue a cold sute that haue no-body to speak in their cause, and therefore blame vs not to feare, yet our comfort is this, if no-body haue offended you cannot blame No-body for it, or rather we will finde Some-body heareafter shall make good the fault that no-body hath done, and so I craue the generall grace of Euery-body. now forward Lords, long may our glories stand, Three sundry times Crownd king of this faire land.