Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.81 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Faith at Court Fleire, when wert thou there? Faith but yesterday, where I saw a farmer's Son sit newly made a courtier, that sat in the presence at cards, as familiar as if the chair of state had been made of a piece of his father's Barn-door: O 'tis a shame: I would have state be state in earnest and in game, I like your Courtier for nothing but often saying his prayers. What, I think thou seldom saist thy prayers, since thou hast almost forgot thy Paternoster. Faith I pray once a week dost thou pray oftener? I did pray oftener when I was an Englishman, but I have not prayed often, I must confess since I was a Britain: but dost hear Fleire? canst tell me if an Englishman were in debt, whether a Britain must pay it or no? No, questionless no. I'm glad of that, I hope some honest statute will come shortly, and wipe out all my scores. But what's the news now abroad Master Ruffell? Why they say the Courtiers shall make the Citizens no more Cuckolds. Excellent news i'faith, excellent news, than the Court will grow rich. Rich? Why man why? Why then your Courtier will not bestow his money in buying the Merchants idle commodities to lie with his wife. Fleire I did but to try thee, the tide of the flood is turned man. Then let them sweat for't. For what? If they strive against the stream. No, but I mean the Citizens must cuckold the courtiers Excellent news i'faith, excellent news, than the court will grow rich. What, like your weavers shuttle? make cloth forward and backward, but how I prithee? but hark you Fleire, are you capable of a secret? As your common Cockatrice, that receives the secrets of every man. Then I must entreat, I may trust thee. That's because I am no tailor, for if I were, thou wouldest entreat me to trust thee. Sirrah, they say your Ladies are a couple of common Punks, I hope I may trust you with a secret? Sir, sir, d'ye hear, d'ye think they are no worse? Worse! why can they be worse? O sir, I they may be private Punks: why I tell you he that takes up his private Punks linen, were better take up any commodity about the Town: if 'twere a commodity of Mousetraps, a should not lose much by the bargain. But hark you Fleire hark you, 'tis supposed I can tell you they are a couple of private Punks. Nay, then there's some hope they'll prove honest women. Yea, how Fleire how? Why your private punk would leave being a punk, rather than be private to one man for nothing, and then if all men were like thee, they would be honest, for thou hast nothing to give am. What a cogging fleering Rogue is this, nothing will anger him: but d'ye hear Fleire; art thou a procurer, or a knave? for one of them I am sure thou art.
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Faith at Court Fleire, when wert thou there? Faith but yesterday, where I saw a Farmers Son sit newly made a courtier, that sat in the presence at cardes, as familiar as if the chayre of state had bin made of a peece of his fathers Barne-doore: O tis a shame: I would haue state be state in earnest and in game, I like your Courtier for nothing but often saying his praiers. What, I thinke thou feldome faist thy prayers, since thou hast almost forgot thy Pater-noster. Faith I pray once a weeke doost thou pray oftner? I did pray oftner when I was an Englishman, but I haue not praid often, I must confesse since I was a Brittaine: but doost heare Fleire? canst tell me if an Englishman were in debt, whether a Brittaine must pay it or no? No, questionlesse no. I'me glad of that, I hope some honest statute will come shortlie, and wipe out all my scores. But whats the newes now abroad Maister Ruffell? Why they say the Courtiers shall make the Cittizens no more Cuckolds. Excellent newes yfaith, excellent newes, then the Court will grow rich. Rich? Why man why? VVhy then your Courtier will not bestow his mony in buying the Merchants idle commodities to ly with his wife. Fleire I did but to trie thee, the tide of the floud is turn'd man. Then let them sweat for't. For what? If they striue against the streame. No, but I meane the Cittizens must cuckold the courtiers Excellent newes y faith, excellent newes, then the court will grow rich. What, like your weauers shuttle? make cloath forward and backward, but how I prithe? but harke you Fleire, are you capable of a secret? As your common Cockatrice, that receiues the secrets of euery man. Then I must intreat, I may trust thee. That's because I am no Taylor, for if I were, thou wouldest intreate me to trust thee. Sirra, they say your Ladies are a couple of common Punckes, I hope I may trust you with a secret? Sir, sir, doy' heare, doy' thinke they are no worse? VVorse! why can they be worse? O sir, I they may be priuate Puncks: why I tell you he that takes vp his priuate Punckes linnin, were better take vp anie commodity about the Town: if twere a commoditie of Mousetrappes, a should not loose much by the bargaine. But hark you Fleire hark you, tis suppos'd I can tell you they are a couple of priuate Puncks. Nay, then theres some hope theile proue honest women. Yea, how Fleire how? Why your priuate punck would leaue being a punck, rather then be priuate to one man for nothing, and then if al men were like thee, they would be honest, for thou hast nothing to giue am. VVhat a cogging fleiring Rogue is this, nothing will anger him: but doy' heare Fleire; art thou a procurer, or a knaue? for one of them I am sure thou art.