Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
A thousand crowns we offered willingly. And will your suit avail with such disbursement? It will, and we most richly satisfied. Will you bestow the money on ourself, We will see the business perfected. With all our hearts, and be full joyed thereat, here are the crowns. You shall have your dispatches. See here comes the Orator, Prat come hither. These Gentlemen whom long since I referred To Your dispatches, are yet unsatisfied. Alas my Lord the state, I know implores you, yet there's many minutes May give your best cares leisure; come there is Some odd disburse, some bribe, some gratulance, Which makes you lock up leisure, come tell true, What bribe must they give, what is your unroost price But five hundred crowns of my best conscience. Tut it is nothing, hold here is the coin, And let them have their pattens presently: Or look to lose both place and sovereignty. Legions of devils haunt their diligence. Fie, I would not have a man of your high place, Or for respect of wealth or base observance In smallest things thus to neglect your credit. Why look you my Lords, this Orator is not like others of his rank, Who from their garish and fantastic humours, Go thorough the streets, spotted in peacocks plumes. Wearing all colours, laces, broideries, Satins and silks, so antic garnished, That when their gowns are off, you cannot find In Italy a master shaped more nice. But this fellow Prate, here's of another sort, Clothed like himself, demure and soberly: Nay you shall see him for a precedent. Passion of mine eyesight, who have we here? This is Alphonso, there's the Orator. Heart of impatience, I am then a Cuckold, A scorn, a by word and a laughing stock. What is my wife turned whoreand must her depth Be sounded by the plumes of foreigners? Well, the revenge that I will take for this my shame, Shall make all whores hereafter dread my name. Not for thy life, not for my love I charge thee: Thy wife is honest, chaste and virtuous: Only this wanton Lord, with lust and come Hath much attempted, but prevailed in nought, For proof see here the crowns he would have given T'have purchased her bed's honour but she would not, Which I bestow on you for recompense. Therefore as thou dost hope my grace to find, So to thy wife, be loving, gentle kind. Your majesty may mould me to your pleasure I thank you and will quittance it. Now Meshant, we restore to you your lands, Your honours and near places, next ourself, To all that feel distaste in any sore, We give to cure them, all our grace and favour, Thus storms bring gentle sunshine, and our hands, May after shipwreck bring us to safe lands.
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A thousand crownes we offred willingly. And will your suit auaile with such disbursment? It will, and we most richly satisfied. Will you bestow the money on our selfe, We will see the businesse perfited. With all our hearts, and be full ioy'd thereat, heere are the crownes. You shall haue your dispatches. See heere comes the Orator, Prat come hither. These Gentlemen whom long since I referd To Your dispatches, are yet vnsatisfied. Alas my Lord the state, I know implores you, yet theres many minute May giue your best cares leasure; come there is Some odde disburse, some bribe, some gratulance, Which makes you lock vp leasure, come tell true, What bribe must they giue, what is your vost price But fiue hundred crownes of my best conscience. Tut it is nothing, hold heere is the coine, And let them haue their pattens presently: Or looke to loose both place and soueraignty. Legions of diuels haunt their dilligence. Fie, I would not haue a man of your high place, Or for respect of wealth or base obseruance In smallest things thus to neglect your credit. Why looke you my Lords, this Orator is not like others of his ranke, Who from their ganish and fantasticke humours, Go thorow the streets, spotted in peacocks plumes. Wearing all colours, laces, broderies, Sattans and silkes, so antike garnished, That when their gownes are off, you cannot finde In Italy a master shapt more nice. But this fellow Prate, heer's of another sort, Cloth'd like himselfe, demure and soberly: Nay you shall see him for a president. Passion of mine eie-sight, who haue we heere? This is Alphonso, ther's the Orator. Heart of impatience, I am then a Cuckold, A scorne, a by word and a laughing stocke. What is my wife turnd whoreand must her depth Be sounded by the plumes of forrainers? Well, the reuenge that I will take for this my shame, Shall make all whores hereafter dread my name. Not for thy life, not for my loue I charge thee: Thy wife is honest, chast and vertuous: Onely this wanton Lord, with lust and come Hath much attempted, but preuaild in nought, For proofe see heere the crownes hee would haue giuen T'haue purchas'd her beds honour but she would not, Which I bestow on you for recompence. Therefore as thou dost hope my grace to finde, So to thy wife, be louing, gentle kinde. Your maiestie may mould me to your pleasure I thanke you and will quittance it. Now Meshant, we restore to you your lands, Your honours and neere places, next our selfe, To all that feele distaste in any sore, We giue to cure them, all our grace and fauour, Thus stormes bring gentle sun-shine, and our hands, May after shipwracke bring vs to safe lands.