Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I see my fault appears, simplicity Hath no evasion: 'tis bootless to deny, Where guilty blood, cited by touch of shame, Runs through my veins, and leaves my conscience stain, Even in my face for bear I do beseech you, To publish my defame, what I have done, You shall not answer, I must bear mine own. Bear your own? I mary there it goes, what must you bear? My sins forsooth. Your sins forsooth: confess to me, and go not about the bush, you have been doing that's flat, you have caught a clap, that's round, and answer me roundly to the point, or else i'll square. Come whose act is't? I can not devise unless it be my husbands, for none else had access to thee; I am sure time has turned his bald side to thee, and I do but wonder how thou tookst opportunity: speak, tell me. Now good Aunt press me not, let time reveal What you suspect, for never shall my tongue Confess an Act that tends unto my wrong. Will you not boult, I must ha''t out on you, and will. By your leave mistress. Passion of my heart, what art thou? No Ghost forsooth, tho' I appear in white. No, but a saucy knave I perceive by your manners. None of that Livery neither: I am of the bearing trade forsooth, you may see by my Smock— frock I would say: I am (if it please you) of the spick & span new set up Company of Porters, here's my Breast plate, and besides our own Arms we have the arms of the City to help us in our burdens, Ecce signum: here's the Cross, and the sword of justice in good Pewter, I can tell you which goes as currant with us as better metal. What's your name sir? Nicholas Nebulo there's but a straws breadth between that and the Arms, 'tis in the back side of the Cross here, & well known in the City for an ancient name, and an honest an't like your worship. You are none of the 12 are you? No forsooth but one of the 24. Orders of knaves, I thought so, sirrah you're a Rascal to come thus bluntly into my house with your dirty Startups, get you without doors like a filthy fellow as you are, a place more fit for you. O good words mistress; I may be warden of my company for aught you know and for my bluntness we have a clause in our Charter to warrant that for as we bear, so likewise we may be borne with, and have free egress and regress where our business lies. And what's your business here? I have a letter an't please you to master Doctor. From whence? That I cannot show your Worship, but I had it of Curtal the Carrier whose lawful deputy I am. Leave your scraping sirrah: fie how rank the knave smells of grease and Tapsdroppings.
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I ſee my fault appeares, ſimplicity Hath no euaſion: tis bootleſſe to deny, Where guilty bloud, cited by touch of ſhame, Runs through my veines, and leaues my conſcience ſtaine, Euen in my face for beare I doe beſeech you, To publiſh my defame, what I haue done, You ſhall not anſwer, I muſt beare mine owne. Beare your owne? I mary there it goes, what muſt you beare? My ſins forſooth. Your ſins forſooth: confeſſe to me, and goe not about the buſh, you haue bin doing thats flat, you haue caught a clap, thats round, and anſwer me roundly to the point, or els ile ſquare. Come whoſe act iſt? I can not deuiſe vnleſſe it be my huſbands, for none elſe had acceſſe to thee; J am ſure time has turnd his bald ſide to thee, and I doe but wonder how thou tookſt oportunity: ſpeake, tell me. Now good Aunt preſſe me not, let time reueale What you ſuſpect, for neuer ſhall my tongue Confeſſe an Act that tends vnto my wrong. VVill you not boult, I muſt ha't out on you, and will. By your leaue miſtriſſe. Paſſion of my heart, what art thou? No Ghoſt forſooth, tho' I appeare in white. No, but a ſaucy knaue J perceiue by your manners. None of that Liuery neither: I am of the bearing trade forſooth, you may ſee by my Smock—frock I wold ſay: I am (if it pleaſe you) of the ſpick & ſpan new ſet vp Company of Porters, Heer's my Breſt plate, and beſides our own Armes we haue the armes of the Citty to help vs in our burthens, Ecce ſignum: heer's the Croſſe, and the ſword of Iuſtice in good Pewter, J can tell you which goes as currant with vs as better mettall. Whats your name ſir? Nicholas Nebulo ther's but a ſtrawes bredth between that and the Armes, tis in the back ſide of the Croſſe heere, & well knowne in the Citty for an auncient name, and an honeſt an't like your worſhip. You are none of the 12 are you? No forſooth but one of the 24. Orders of knaues, I thought ſo, ſirra y'are a Raſcall to come thus bluntly into my houſe with your durty Startups, get you without doores like a filthy fellow as you are, a place more fit for you. O good words miſtreſſe; I may be warden of my company for ought you know and for my bluntneſſe we haue a clauſe in our Charter to warrant that for as we beare, ſo likewiſe we may be borne with, and haue free egreſſe and regreſſe where our buſines lyes. And whats your buſines heere? I haue a letter an't pleaſe you to maiſter Doctor. From whence? That I cannot ſhew your VVorſhip, but I had it of Curtal the Carrier whoſe lawfull deputy I am. Leaue your ſcraping ſirra: fye how ranck the knaue ſmells of greaſe and Tapſdroppings.