Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Grace you Aggot: hast not forgot that yet? No, and yet 'tis a wonder I ha' not, grace being so seldom used, I'm sure they say none at some ordinaries, for at sitting down they cannot intend it for hunger, and at rising up, they are either drunk, or have such mind a dice, they never remember, my Lord then. No more Lord, sirrah. Indeed there are many already, but is not this strange, that rich men should forsake their titles? master then. Your will sir. You have left many Countries behind you in seeking your friend Lisander, and yet you cannot find him. True sir. I ha' seen much gold lying upon Lombard's stalls, and could never finger penny of it. Very well. Nay, 'twas not well sir. What conclude you then? That you were best sit down, and see what you ha' got by your journey. I have seen a face as beautiful as heaven. That's nothing, a prisoner sees the face of heaven itself, when he looks but out at the prison-gate, I'll stand root, a man were as good be hanged, so a meet a handsome hangman, & a strong rope, as be in love. Your reason for that. Mary this sir, hanging is end of all troubles, & love the beginning. Nay further, I think a Lord cannot be saved, for he is of all religions. Your proof for that. This; he thinks with the Atheist there's no GOD but his Mistress, with the Infidel no heaven but her smiles, with the papist no purgatory but her frowns, & with the family of love, hold it lawful to lie with her, though she be another man's wife. So sir, what follows? Serving men sir, the Master goes in before his wife, & the servingman follows his master. sirrah forbear, I must meditate. As the Usurer before he parts with money, meditate upon the assurance. Violetta's presence ha' not quenched The memory of all things but herself, I should be more familiar with that fate. I have left my country to seek out my friend. And I my country and my friend for love. And in the search of him have lost myself In the strange Region of a woman's eye. In love, and in Archadea. As much as heaven transcends the humble earth, So towers her praise, her face differs as far From others, as a gloworme from a star. She is a princess that my soul affects. And rich. Half heir unto this Dukedom. And she were whole heir to the four moral Virtues, 'twere nothing: when shall I see the time that men will love for virtue, or a rich heir marry a poor wench without a portion, never I think. Had not my friend Lisander. What of me? L 〈...〉nt in Thrace. We had never met in love, His syllables betray him. I arrest you. At whose suit.
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Grace you Aggot: haſt not forgot that yet? No, and yet tis a wonder I ha not, grace beeing ſo fildome vſde, Ime ſure they ſay none at ſome Ordenaries, for at ſitting down they cannot intend it for hunger, and at riſing vp, they are either drunke, or haue ſuch mind a dice, they neuer remembe, my Lord then. No more Lord, ſirra. Indeede there are many already, but is not this ſtrange, that rich men ſhould forſake their titles? maiſter then. Your will ſir. You have left many Countries behind you in ſeeking your friend Liſander, and yet you cannot find him. True ſir. I ha ſeene much golde lying vppon Lombards ſtalls, and could neuer finger penny of it. Very well. Nay, twas not well ſir. What conclude you then? That you were beſt ſit downe, and ſee what you ha got by your iourney. I haue ſeene a face as beautifull as heauen. Thats nothing, a priſoner ſees the face of heauen it ſelfe, when hee lookes but out at the priſon-gate, Ile ſtand roote, a man were as good be hangd, ſo a meet a handſome hangman, & a ſtrong rope, as be in loue. Your reaſon for that. Mary this ſir, hanging is end of all troubles, & loue the beginning. Nay further, I think a Lod cannot be ſau'd, for hee is of all religions. Your proofe for that. This; hee thinks with the Atheiſt theres no GOD but his Miſtris, with the Infidel no heauen but her ſmiles, with the papiſt no purgatory but her frownes, & with the familie of loue, hold it lawfull to lie with her, though ſhe be another mans wife. So ſir, what followes? Seruing men ſir, the Maiſter goes in before his wife, & the ſeruingman followes his maiſter. Syrra forbeare, I muſt meditate. As the Vſurer before he parts with mony, meditate vppon the aſſurance. I Ʋiolettaes preſence ha not quencht The memory of all things but herſelfe, I ſhould be more familiar with that fate. I haue left my country to ſeeke out my friend. And I my country and my friend for loue. And in the ſearch of him haue loſt my ſelfe In the ſtrange Region of a womans eye. In loue, and in Archadea. As much as heauen tranſcends the humble earth, So towres her praiſe, her face differs as farre From others, as a glo worme from a ſtarre. She is a princeſſe that my ſoule affects. And rich. Halfe heyre vnto this Dukedome. And ſhee were whole heyre to the foure morrall Vertues, twere nothing: when ſhall I ſee the time that men will loue for vertue, or a rich hyre marry a poore wench without a portion, neuer I thinke. Had not my friend Liſander. What of me? Lnt in Thrace. We had neuer met in loue, His ſillables betray him. I arreſt you. At whoſe ſute.