Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Gallants unmask, and fall to banqueting, A health about, carouse shall feed carouse. The first is pledged, and here begins afresh. This royal health of welcome greets you all. Bacchus begins to reel with going round. The grape begins to fume. Why let it fret: not pledge a Nobleman. I like this jewel, I'll have his fellow. How? you? what fellow it? gip Velvet guards. Insolent forbear. A pettifogger's whoodded wise so perched? Why not proud Lord? then bid your minx come down. Dishonourable Lord, I say thou liest. I challenge thee on that disgraceful word, Here answer I thy challenge in this wine. I will confirm thy pledge, and meet thee too. Down climbing Pride to Stygian Tartarie, The breath of Envy fills the empty world, Envy, whose nature is to work alone, As hating any Agent but herself, Turn, turn, thou Lackey to the winged Time, I envy thee in that thou art so slow, And I so swift to mischief: So, now stand, Peace, Plenty, Pride, had their competitors, But I enjoy my Sovereignty alone. Now shall proud Noblesse, Law, and Merchandise, Each swell at other, as their veins would break, Fat Ignorance, and rammish Barbarism, Shall spit and drivel in sweet learning's face, Whilst he half starved in Envy of their power, Shall eat his marrow, and himself devour, Awake ye Brawn-fed Epicures, look up, And when you think your clearest eyes to find. Be all their Organs struck with Envy blind. O pallid Envy how thou suckest my blood, And wastes my vital spirits: I could rave, Run mad with anguish, for my slight respect, O where's the honour to my high born blood! When every peasant, each Plebeian, Sits in the throne of undeserved repute, When every Pedlers-French is termed Monsigneur, When broad-clothed tradesman, and what lack you sir. Is wrapped in rich habiliments of silk, Whilst urgent need makes Princes bend their knee, As servile as the ignobility, To crouch for coin, whilst slaves tie fast our Lands, In Statute Staple, or these merchants bands. Wan ghostlike Envy, spongeth up my blood, Whilst I behold yond half-faced Minion, The daughter of some Cloves and Cinnamon, To equal me in rich accoutrements. O, where's the outward difference of our birth! When each odd-mincing mistress city-dame, Shall dare to be as sumptuously adorned With jewels, chains, and richest ornaments, As we from whom their Fathers held their land In bondslaves Tenure, and base villainage. Why should yond bubble of Nobility, Yond shade of Man appropriate Epithets Of noble, and right honourable, Sir, To the blind Fortune of his happy birth? Why should this reeling world (drunk with the juice Of Plenty's bounty) give such attribute Of sovereign title, place and dignity, To that same swollen up Lord, whom blinded chance, Above his virtues merit doth advance, To high exalted state, whilst all repine, To see our sweat rewarded, and our pain Guerdoned but with a single fee, an angel's gain.
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Gallants vnmaske, and fall to banquetting, A health about, carowse shall feede carowse. The first is pledgd, and heere begins a fresh. This royall health of welcome greetes you all. Bacchus begins to reele with going round. The grape begins to fume. Why let it fret: not pledge a Nobleman. I like this Iewell, Ile haue his fellow. How? you? what fellow it? gip Veluet gards. Insolent for-beare. A petty-foggers whoodded wise so pearcht? Why not proud Lord? then bid your mincks come downe. Dishonourable Lord, I say thou li'st. I challenge thee on that disgracefull word, Heere answer I thy challenge in this wine. I will confirme thy pledge, and meete thee too. Downe climbing Pride to Stygian Tartarie, The breath of Enuy fils the empty world, Enuy, whose nature is to worke alone, As hating any Agent but her selfe, Turne, turne, thou Lackey to the winged Tyme, I enuie thee in that thou art so slow, And I so swift to mischiefe: So, now stand, Peace, Plenty, Pryde, had their competitors, But I enioy my Soueraignty alone. Now shall proud Noblesse, Law, and Merchandize, Each swell at other, as their veines would breake, Fat Ignorance, and rammish Barbarisme, Shall spit and driuell in sweete Learnings face, Whilst he halfe staru'd in Enuie of their power, Shall eate his marrow, and him-selfe deuoure, Awake yee Brawne-fed Epicures, looke vp, And when you thinke your clearest eyes to finde. Be all their Organs strooke with Enuie blind. O pallid Enuie how thou suck'st my bloud, And wastes my vitall spirits: I could raue, Runne madde with anguish, for my slight respect, O wher's the honour to my high borne bloud! When euery peasant, each Plebeian, Sits in the throne of vndeseru'd repute, When euery Pedlers-French is term'd Monsignuer, When broad-cloathd trades-man, and what lack you sir. Is wrapt in riche habiliments of silke, Whilst vrgent need makes Princes bend their knee, As seruile as the ignobilitie, To crouch for coyne, whilst flaues tye fast our Lands, In Statute Staple, or these Marchants bands. Wan ghostlike Enuie, spungeth vp my bloud, Whil'st I behold yon halfe-fac'd Minion, The daughter of some Cloues and Cinamon, To equall me in rich accoustrements. O, wher's the outward difference of our birth! When each odde-mincing mistresse Citty-Dame, Shall dare to bee as sumptuously adorn'd With Iewels, chaines, and richest ornaments, As wee from whom their Fathers held their land In bond-slaues Tenure, and base villianage. Why should yon bubble of Nobility, Yon shade of Man appropriate Epithetes Of noble, and right honorable, Sir, To the blind Fortune of his happy birth? Why should this reeling world (drunke with the iuice Of Plenties bounty) giue such attribute Of soueraigne title, place and dignity, To that same swolne vp Lord, whom blinded chance, Aboue his vertues merite doth aduance, To high exalted state, whilst all repine, To see our sweate rewarded, and our paine Guerdond but with a single fee, an Angels gaine.