Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1607] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Thou shouldst have said so to a Porter that's heavy loaden. But come, sit, sit in council, let's devise How to spend all this countless mass of wealth, My father hath bequeathed me at his death, Quite from the popular and vulgar garb, We will be ode in all things, and retain No common humour in our large expense. An honourable mind, and were your father Alive to note these hopeful parts in you, How would it move him and surprise his heart? But now my lord: my message being done, I must return i'm glad I have found your son. For thy good news take that along with thee, Look here Tris, would not these Make notable statesmen? methinks state steals upon me. And I have known some steal state. Then they came never truly by it as I do, but pergite porro, methinks I could make an indifferent careless Duke. And I could make a notable Courtier, methinks I am begging already. O mine Uncle would make an Excellent Court spaniel, he would sent out offices & concealed lands, a hundred mile of, and a were my cashier but twenty years, I durst change livings with him. But what employment for Horatio? O, he would make a good grumbling surly politician, thou shalt be my politician. I shall never be loved. Not loved, your reason? I hate the base and rascal multitude, I cannot nod, ride barehead through the streets, Nor wreathe my body like a Cable Hatband To every peddler and mechanic Townsman, I hate the poor, am envious at the rich, Love none. Yes, women. Faith after a sort, I love a good smooth face. Then you love mine. And forty more. I muse you do not marry. I would tonight, upon condition That I might bury her tomorrow, God Boy. Fill him some wine. I cannot drink, god boy. It is not poisoned. Hum. I cannot tell, The Countess drunk and died. Come, come. Farewell. Still in the bags of Melancholy, pax on't, 'tis staler than Tobacco, not so much but the singing Cobbler is grown melancholy, and corrects shoes in humour, fie on't, come sit, we must talk about many matters, Rivo, I'll be singular, my Royal expense shall run such a circular course that the Rascal spawn of Imitators shall split their wooden brains, and sink their wealth in the Gulf of prodigality, and yet like a bad Archers shaft, fall sixscore short of their aim, my expense shall be royal and peculiar. I'll fashion you a course. Divinely, come. Divinely indeed, serve God, live honestly, relish not Atheism. That's clean out of the fashion indeed. Then good. Because out of the fashion, set down that Adam 'tis done. I have't my Lord, I have't i'faith. Nay quickly, how? we'll keep no Pages. Excellent, that's clean out of the fashion for Pages, that's good, that stands, down with it Adam. 'tis done sir. we'll use no great Horses. How shall we ride then?
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Thou ſhouldſt haue ſaid ſo to a Porter that's heauy loaden. But come, ſit, ſit in councell, let's deuize How to ſpend all this countleſſe maſſe of wealth, My father hath bequeath'd mee at his death, Quite from the popular and vulgar garbe, We will be ode in all things, and retaine No common humor in our large expence. An honorable minde, and were your father A liue to note theſe hopefull parts in you, How would it moue him and ſurprize his heart? But now my lord: my meſſage being done, I muſt returne i'me glad I haue found your ſonne. For thy good newes take that along with thee, Looke here Tris, would not theſe Make notable ſtateſ-mē? methinks ſtate ſteals vpō me. And I haue knowne ſome ſteale ſtate. Then they came neuer trnely by it as I doe, but pergite porro, methinkes I could make an indifferent careles Duke. And I could make a notable Courtier, methinks I am begging alreadie. O myne Vncle would make an Excellent Court ſpaniell, he would ſent out offices & conceald lands, a hundred mile of, and a were my caſheere but twentie yeares, I durſt change liuings with him. But what employment for Horatio? O, he would make a good grumbling ſurly politician, thou ſhalt be my politician. I ſhall neuer be lou'd. Not lou'd, your reaſon? I hate the baſe and raſcall multitude, I cannot nod, ride bare-head through the ſtreetes, Nor wreath my body like a Cable Hat-band To euerie Pedler and mechannick Towneſ-man, I hate the poore, am enuious at the rich, Loue none. Yes, women. Faith after a ſort, I loue a good ſmooth face▪ Then you loue mine. And fortie more. I muſe yoe doe not marrie. I would to night, vpon condition That I might burie her to morrow, God Boy. Fill him ſome wine. I cannot drinke, god boy. It is not poyſon'd. Hum, I cannot tell, The Counteſſe drunke and dide. Come, come. Farwell. Still in the bgs of Melancholly, pax on't, tis ſtaler then Tobacco, not ſo much but the ſinging Cobler is growne melancholly, and correctes ſhoes in humour, fie ont, come ſit, we muſt talke about many matters, Riuo, Ile bee ſinguler, m Royall expence ſhall run ſuch a circular courſe that the Raſcall ſpawne of Imitators ſhall ſplit their wooden braines, and ſinke their wealth in the Gulfe of prodigalitie, and yet like a bad Archers ſhaft, fall fixeſcore ſhort of their ayme, my expence ſhall be royall and peculiar. Ile faſhion you a courſe. Diuinely, come. Diuinely indeede, ſerue God, liue honeſtly▪ relliſh not Atheiſme. Thats cleane out of the faſhion indeede. Then good. Becauſe out of the faſhion, ſet downe that Adam Tis done▪ I hau't my Lord, I haue't yfaith. Nay quickly, how? Weele keepe no Pages. Excellent, that's cleane out of the faſhion for Pages, that's good, that ſtands, downe with it Adam. Tis done ſir. Weele vſe no great Horſes. How ſhall we ride then?