Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Well Iulio, howe'er you juggle, if you do agree, You must be pleased to wear the keeper's fee. Exennt Sir, I do not love to double with a woman if my friend, much less with you my most upright & straight Count, my young Lord (as I told you) is turned absolute prodigal. How prodigal? Marry thus prodigal, to frequent ordinaries is his ordinary practice, rubs out whole weeks together in bowling. Allies, bandies away his pocket full of french-crowns in a morning, and counts it a pretty sport to procure heat. Thou tell'st me wonders, he that but last day, Was never seen to walk without a book, Writ against pleasure, and make bitter jests Of honest recreation, turned dissolute, I see no reason for't, the law and I, (I tell you plainly Adam) think you lie. Think as you will sir, there's not a trick used in the town that deserves damnation, but he desires to deal in't, 'tis pity a was not made a tradesman, he loves to follow his occupation a life, & that which makes him doubt most, he is in love with the Indian punk Tobacco. Punk! how the fool that doth not know it slanders a leaf, nicknames a stranger herb. No herb a grace I hope sir. Nor good thrift neither, Yet there's one dunce, a kind of plodding Poet, swears 'twas not in the first creation, Because he finds no ballad argument, To prove old Adam a Tobacconist, I think none a the name louts it, I have heard old Adam was an honest man, and a good Gardener loved Lettice well, Salads and Cabbage reasonable well, yet no Tobacco: Again, Adam Bell a substantial outlaw, & passing a good Archer, yet no tobacconist. Further, Diogenes, whose proper name might be Adam for aught I know, loved Carrots well, Leek porridge, passing well, yet no Tobacco: to conclude, my great Grandfathers Grandfather's father, and myself all gardeners, yet could not abide this Chimney-sweeper Tobacco. They did not: take me with you, what's the, cause They were all plain folks, & did not know the laws. They were plain indeed, and thereof grew the prover be, plain dealing is a jewel. But he that useth it shall die a beggar. That addition was made by some Lawyer or Poet, to avoid which, they cannot endure plain-dealing should have a hand in any of their actions. Touch no man's function, there are jerks & tricks Spurn not the law, for if you do, it kicks. So will a spur-galled jade sir, but to all these misdemeanours, a maintains a private punk, one Tristella that he had in way of reversion from Iulio, a twinger, a mere horseleech, one that will suck out the brains of his treasury, and make a mere skin of his wealth, ay, out of my Love reprehended his error, and he in a fury kicked me out of doors, and discharged me of his service.
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Well Iulio, How ere you iuggle, if you doe agree, You muſt be pleas'd to weare the keepers fee. Exennt Sir, I doe not loue to double with a womā if my friend, much leſſe with you my moſt vpright & ſtraight Connt, my yong Lord (as I told you) is turnd abſolute prodigall. How prodigall? Marry thus prodigall, to frequent ordinaries is his ordinarie practiſe, rubs out whole weekes together in bowling. Allyes, bandies away his pocket full of French-Crownes in a morning, and counts it a prettie ſport to procure heate. Thou telſt me wonders, he that but laſt day, Was neuer ſeene to walke without a booke, Writ againſt pleaſure, and make bitter ieſts Of honeſt recreation, turn'd diſſolute, I ſee no reaſon for't, the law and I, (I tell you plainely Adam) thinke you lye. Thinke as you will ſir, there's not a tricke vſde in the towne that deſerues damnation, but hee deſires to deale in't, tis pitty a was not made a tradeſman, he loves to follow his occupation a life, & that which makes him doubt moſt, he is in loue with the Indian punck Tobacco. Punke! how the foole that doth not know it ſlaunders a leafe, nick-names a ſtranger herb. No herb a grace I hope ſir. Nor good thrift neither, Yet there s one dunce, a kinde of plodding Poet, Scare's twas not in the firſt creation, Becauſe he findes no ballad argument, To proue old Adam a Tobacconiſte, I thinke none a the name lout's it, I haue heard olde Adam was an honeſt man, and a good Gardiner lou'd Lettice well, Sallets and Cabbage reaſonable well, yet no Tobacco: Again, Adam Bell a ſubſtantial out-law, & paſſing a good Archer, yet no Tobaconiſt. Further, Diogenes, whoſe propper name might bee Adam for ought I know, lou'd Carretts well, Leeke porredge▪ paſſing well, yet no Tobacco: to conclude, my great Grandfathers Grandfathersfather, and my ſelfe all Gardners, yet could not abide this Chimney-ſweeper Tocauſe, bacco. They did not: take me with you, what's the They were al plaine folks, & did not know the lawes. They were plaine indeede, and thereof grew the prouer be, plaine dealing is a Iewell. But he that vſeth it ſhall die a begger. That addition was made by ſome Lawyer or Poet, to auoid which, they cannot indure plaine-dealing ſhould haue a hand in any of their actions. Touch no mans functiō, there are ierks & tricks Spurne not the law, for if you doe, it kicks. So will a ſpur-gald Iade ſir, but to all theſe miſdemeanors, a maintaines a priuate punck, one Triſtella that hee had in way of reuerſion from Iulio, a twindger, a meere Horſleach, one that will ſuck out the braines of his treaſurie, and make a meere skin of his wealth, I, out of my Loue reprehended his error, and he in a furie kick't me out of dores, and diſcharged me of his ſeruice.