Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 468 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Heard of him? why man he that has lost both his ears, may hear of him, a famous infamous Trampler of time; his own phrase: note him well, that Dampit sirrah, he in the uneven Beard, and the Serge cloak, is the most notorious, usuring, blasphemous, Atheistical, Brothel, vomiting rascal, that we have in these latter times now extant, whose first beginning was the stealing of a masty Dog from a farmer's house. He looked as if he would obey the commandment well, when he began first with stealing. True, the next Town he came at, he set the Dogs together byth' ears. A sign he should follow the law by my faith. So it followed indeed, and being destitute of all fortunes, staked his Masty against a Noble, and by great fortune his Dog had the day, how he made it up ten shillings I know not, but his own boast is, that he came to town but with ten shillings in his purse, and now is credibly worth ten thousand pound? How the devil came he by it? How the devil came he not by it, if you put in the devil once riches come with a vengeance, has been a Trampler of the Law sir, and the devil has a care of his footmen, the Rogue has spied me now, he nibbled me finely once too; a pox search you, oh master Dampit, the very Loins of thee; cry you mercy master Gulf, you walk so low I promise you I saw you not sir? He that walks low walks safe, the Poets tell us. And nigher hell by a foot and a half than the rest of his fellows, but my old Harry. My sweet Theodorus? 'twas a merry world when thou cam'st to town with ten shillings in thy purse. And now worth ten thousand pound my Boy, report it, Harry Dampit, a trampler of time, say, he would be up in a morning, and be here with his Serge Gown, dashed up to the hams in a cause, have his feet stink about Westminster hall and come home again, see the galleons, the Galleasses the great Armadoes of the Law, than there be Hoys and petty vessels, Oar and Scullers of the time, there be picklocks of the Time too, then would I be here, I would trample up and down like a Mule; now to the judges, may it please your reverend— honourable fatherhoods: then to my Counsellor, may it please your worshipful patience, then to the examiner's Office, may it please your mastership's Gentleness, then to one of the Clerks, may it please your worshipful lousiness, for I find him scrubbing in his codpiece, then to the hall again, then to the Chamber again; And when to the cellar again?
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Heard of him? why man he that ha's loſt both his eares, may heare of him, a famous infamous Trampler of time; his owne phraze: note him well, that Dampit ſirrah, hee in the vneuen Beard, and the Serge cloake, is the moſt notorious, vſuring, blaſphemous, Atheiſticall, Brothell, vomiting raſcall, that wee haue in theſe latter times now extant, whoſe firſt beginning was the ſtealing of a maſtie Dogge from a Farmers houſe. Hee lookt as if hee would obay the commandement well, when he began firſt with ſtealing. True, the next Towne he came at, hee ſet the Dogs together by'th eares. A ſigne he ſhould follow the law by my faith. So it followed indeed, and beeing deſtitute of all fortunes, ſtakte his Maſtie againſt a Noble, and by great fortune his Dogge had the day, how hee made it vp ten ſhillings I know not, but his owne boaſt is, that hee came to towne but with ten ſhillings in his purſe, and now is credibly worth tenne thouſand pound? How the deuill came he by it? How the deuill came he not by it, if you put in the deuill once riches come with a vengeance, has beene a Trampler of the Law ſir, and the deuill has a care of his footemen, the Roague has ſpied me now, hee nibled me finely once too; a poxe ſearch you, oh maiſter Dampit, the very Loynes of thee; crie you mercie maiſter Gulfe, you walke ſo lowe I promiſe you I ſawe you not ſir? Hee that walkes lowe walkes ſafe, the Poets tell vs. And nyer hell by a foote and a halfe then the reſt of his fellowes, but my old Harry. My ſweete Theodorus? Twas a merry world when thou cam'ſt to towne with ten ſhillings in thy purſe. And now worth ten thouſand pound my Boye, report it, Harry Dampit, a trampler of time, ſay, hee would bee vp in a morning, and be here with his Serge Gowne, daſht vp to the hams in a cauſe, haue his feete ſtincke about VVeſtminſter hall and come home agen, ſee the Galleouns, the Galleaſſes the great Armadoes of the Lawe, then there bee Hoyes and pettie veſſells, Owers and Scullers of the time, there bee picklocks of the Time too, then would I bee here, I would trample vp and downe like a Mule; now to the Iudges, may it pleaſe your reuerend—honorable father-hoods: then to my Counſellor, may it pleaſe your worſhipfull patience, then to the examiners Office, may it pleaſe your Maiſterſhippes Gentleneſſe, then to one of the Clarkes, may it pleaſe your worſhipfull Lowzineſſe, for I finde him ſcrubbing in his codpeice, then to the hall agen, then to the Chamber agen; And when to the ſellar agen?