Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Neither of these are so bad as thou art, since they do better thee in their command, thou hold'st a place for which the painedst fiend of hell would not in reputation change: Thou art the damned doorkeeper to every custrel that comes inquiring for his Tib. To the choleric fisting of every rogue, thy ear is liable, thy food is such as hath been belched on by infected lungs. What would you have me do? go to the wars, would you? where a man may serve 7. years for the loss of a leg, & have not money enough in the end to buy him a wooden one? Do any thing but this thou dost, empty old receptacles, or common-shores of filth, serve by indenture, to the common hangman, any of these ways are yet better than this: for what thou professest, a Baboon could he speak, would own a name too dear, that the gods would safely deliver me from this place: here, here's gold for thee, if that thy master would gain by me, proclaim that I can sing, weave, sow, & dance, with other virtues, which I'll keep from boast, and will undertake all these to teach. I doubt not but this populous City will yield many scholars. But can you teach all this you speak off? Prove that I cannot, take me home again, And prostitute me to the basest groom that doth frequent your house. Well I will see what I can do for thee: if I can place thee I will. But amongst honest woman. Faith my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistress hath bought you, there's no going but by their consent: therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall find them tractable enough. Come, I'll do for thee what I can, come your ways. Marina thus the Brothel 'scape, and chances Into an Honest-house our Story says: She sings like one immortal, and she dances As goddess-like to her admired lays. Deep clerks she dumb's, and with her needle composes, Natures own shape, of bud, bird, branch, or berry. That even her art sisters the natural Roses Her Inkle, Silk Twine, with the rubied Cherry, That puples lacks she none of noble race, Who power their bounty on her: and her gain She gives the cursed Bawd, here we her place, And to her Father turn our thoughts again, Where we left him on the Sea, we there him left, Where driven before the winds, he is arrived here where his daughter dwells, and on this coast, Suppose him now at Anchor: the city strived God Neptune's annual feast to keep, from whence our Tyrian Shippe espics, His banners Sable, trimmed with rich expense, And to him in his Barge with fervour hies, In your supposing once more put your sight, Of heavy Pericles, think this his Bark: Where what is done in action, more if might shallbe discovered, please you sit and hark.
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Neither of these are so bad as thou art, since they doe better thee in their command, thou hold'st a place for which the painedst feende of hell would not in reputation change: Thou art the damned doore-keeper to euery c sterell that comes enquiring for his Tib. To the cholerike fisting of euery rogue, thy care is lyable, thy foode is such as hath beene belch't on by infected lungs. What wold you haue me do? go to the wars, wold you? wher a man may serue 7. yeers for the losse of a leg, & haue not money enough in the end to buy him a woodden one? Doe any thing but this thou doest, emptie olde receptacles, or common-shores of filthe, serue by indenture, to the common hang-man, anie of these wayes yet better then this: for what thou professest, a Baboone could he speak, would owne a name too deere, that the gods wold safely deliuer me from this place: here, heers gold for thee, if that thy master would gaine by me, proclaime that I can sing, weaue, sow, & dance, with other vertues, which Ile keep from boast, and will vndertake all these to teache. I doubt not but this populous Cittie will yeelde manie schollers. But can you teache all this you speake off▪ Prooue that I cannot, take mee home againe, And prostitute mee to th basest groome that doeth frequent your house. Well I will see what I can doe for thee: if I can place thee I will. But amongst honest woman. Faith my acquaintance lies little amongst them. But since my master and mistris hath bought you, theres no going but by their consent: therefore I will make them acquainted with your purpose, and I doubt not but I shall finde them tractable enough. Come, Ile doe for thee what I can, come your wayes. Marina thus the Brothell scapes, and chaunces Into an Honest-house our Storie sayes: Shee sings like one immortall, and shee daunces As Goddesse-like to her admired layes. Deepe clearks she dumb's, and with her neele composes, Natures owne shape, of budde▪ bird, branche, or berry. That euen her art sisters the naturall Roses Her Inckle, Silke Twine, with the rubied Cherrie, That puples lackes she none of noble race, Who powre their bountie on her: and her gaine She giues the cursed Bawd, here wee her place, And to hir Father turne our thoughts againe, Where wee left him on the Sea, wee there him left, Where driuen before the windes, hee is arriu'de Heere where his daughter dwels, and on this coast, Suppose him now at Aucr: the Citi striu'de God Neptunes Annull feast to keepe, from whence our Tyrian Shippe espics, Hi banners Sable, trim'd with rich expence, And to him in his Barge with feruor hyes, In your supposing once more put your sight, Of heauy Pericles, thinke this his Barke: Where what is done in action, more if might Shalbe discourd, please you sit and harke.