Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
This same Is, doubtless, some familiar! Sir, the court In troth, stays for you. I am mad, a mule, That never read JUSTINIAN, should get up, And ride an Advocate. Had you no quirk, To avoid gullage, sir, by such a creature? I hope you do but jest; he has not done't: This's but confederacy, to blind the rest. You are the heir? A strange, officious, Troublesome knave! thou dost torment me. I know— It cannot be, sir, that you should be cozened; 'Tis not within the wit of man, to do it: You are so wise, so prudent, and, 'tis fit, That wealth, and wisdom still, should go together. ARe all the parties, here? All, but the Advocate. And, here he comes. Then bring 'em forth to sentence. O, my most honoured fathers, let your mercy Once win upon your justice, to forgive— I am distracted— What will he do, now?) O, I know not which t'address myself to, first, Whether your fatherhoods, or these innocents— Will he betray himself?) Whom, equally, I have abused, out of most covetous ends— The man is mad? What's that! He is possessed.) For which; now struck in conscience, here I prostrate myself, at your offended feet, for pardon. Arise. O heaven, how just thou art! I'm caught I'mine own noose— Be constant, sir, nought now Can help, but impudence. Speak forward. Silence. It is not passion in me, reverend fathers, But only conscience, conscience my good sires, That makes me, now, tell truth. That parasite, That knave hath been the instrument of all. Where is that knave? fetch him. I go. Grave fathers, This man's distracted; he confessed it, now: For, hoping to be old VOLPONE'S heir, Who now is dead— How? Is VOLPONE dead? Dead since, grave fathers— O, sure vengeance! Stay, Then, he was no deceiver? O, no, none: The parasite, grave fathers. He does speak, Out of mere envy, 'cause the servant's made The thing, he gaped for; please your fatherhoods, This is the truth: though, I'll not justify The other, but he may be somedeal faulty. ay, to your hopes, as well as mine, CORVINO: But I'll use modesty. Pleaseth your wisdoms To view these certain notes, and but confer them; As I hope favour, they shall speak clear truth. The devil has entered him! Or bides in you. We have done ill, by a public officer, To send for him, if he be heir. For whom? Him, that they call the parasite. 'Tis true; He is a man, of great estate, now left. Go you, and learn his name; and say, the court entreats his presence, here; but, to the clearing Of some few doubts. This same's a labyrinth! Stand you unto your first report? My state, My life, my fame— (Where is't?) Are at the stake. Is yours so too? The advocate's a knave: And has a forked tongue— (Speak to the point.) So is the parasite, too. This is confusion. I do beseech your fatherhoods, read but those;
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This same Is, doubtlesse, some familiar! Sir, the court In troth, stayes for you. I am mad, a mule, That neuer read IVSTINIAN, should get vp, And ride an Aduocate. Had you no quirke, To auoide gullage, sir, by such a creature? I hope you doe but iest; he has not done't: This's but confederacy, to blind the rest. You are the heire? A strange, officious, Trouble-some knaue! thou dost torment me. I know— It cannot be, sir, that you should be cosen'd; 'Tis not within the wit of man, to doe it: You are so wise, so prudent, and, 'tis fit, That wealth, and wisdome still, should goe together. ARe all the parties, here? All, but the Aduocate. And, here he comes. Then bring 'hem foorth to sentence. O, my most honour'd fathers, let your mercy Once winne vpon your iustice, to forgiue— I am distracted— What will he doe, now?) O, I know not which t'addresse my selfe to, first, Whether your father-hoods, or these innocents— Will he betray himselfe?) Whom, equally, I haue abus'd, out of most couetous endes— The man is mad? What's that! He is possest.) For which; now strooke in conscience, here I prostrate My selfe, at your offended feet, for pardon. Arise. O heau'n, how iust thou art! I'am caught I'mine owne noose— Be constant, sir, nought now Can helpe, but impudence. Speake forward. Silence. It is not passion in me, reuerend fathers, But onely conscience, conscience my good sires, That makes me, now, tell truth. That parasite, That knaue hath been the instrument of all. Where is that knaue? fetch him. I goe. Graue fathers, This man's distracted; he confest it, now: For, hoping to be old VOLPONE'S heire, Who now is dead — How? Is VOLPONE dead? Dead since, graue fathers— O, sure vengeance! Stay, Then, he was no deceiuer? O, no, none: The parasite, graue fathers. He do's speake, Out of meere enuie, 'cause the seruant's made The thing, he gap't for; please your father-hoods, This is the truth: though, I'le not iustifie The other, but he may be some-deale faulty. I, to your hopes, as well as mine, CORVINO: But I'le vse modesty. Pleaseth your wisdomes To viewe these certaine notes, and but conferre them; As I hope fauour, they shall speake clear truth. The deuill ha's entred him! Or bides in you. We haue done ill, by a publike officer, To send for him, if he be heire. For whom? Him, that they call the parasite. 'Tis true; He is a man, of great estate, now left. Goe you, and learne his name; and say, the court Intreates his presence, here; but, to the clearing Of some few doubts. This same's a labyrinth! Stand you vnto your first report? My state, My life, my fame— (Where is't?) Are at the stake. Is yours so too? The Aduocate's a knaue: And has a forked tongue— (Speake to the point.) So is the parasite, too. This is confusion. I doe beseech your father-hoods, read but those;