Histriomastix, or The Player Whipped · chunk 20 of 25
Marston, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) moral · Unknown unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 483 words
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'Slid, these Lords are grown so proud, Nay, we'll have a fling at the Lawyers too. O, ay, first of all at the Lawyers. True, that we may have the law in our own hands. O then we may take up what we will of the Merchants. I and forfeit our bonds at pleasure, nobody can sue us. O, 'twill be rare: I wonder how much Velvet will apparel me and my horse. Talk not of that man, we'll have enough: All shall be common. wives and all: what, helter-skelter. 'Slid, we are men as well as they are. And we came all of our Father Adam. Go to then, why should we be their slaves? Liberty, liberty, liberty. See, see, this common beast the multitude, (Transported thus with fury) how it raves; Threatening all states with ruin, to englut Their bestial and more brutish appetites. O you auspicious, and divinest powers, (That in your wisdoms suffer such dread plagues To flow and cover a rebellious land) Give end unto their furies! and drive back The roaring torrent on the author's heads, That (in their pride of Rage) all eyes may see. justice hath whips to scourge impiety. Good morrow master Fourcher. Master Lyon-rash you are welcome: How fare you sir, in these prodigious times? Troth like a man grown wild and desperate, e'en spent with horror of their strange effects. I fear they will be much more stranger yet. And you have cause to fear sir. So have you: if wealth may make a man suspect his state, What news hear you sir? sit down I pray you. I wonder how you dare keep open shop, Considering the tumults are abroad: They say the Nobles all are up in arms, And the rude commons in dissevered troops Have gathered dangerous head, and make such spoil, As would strike dead a true reporters tongue. Faith I am ignorant what course to take, we i'th' City here are so distracted As if our spirits were all earth and air, I know not how: each hour here comes fresh news, And nothing certain Well if this be true, The issue cannot be but dangerous, O they have made the violentest attempts That ere were heard of: ruined Churches, Towns, Burnt goodly manors, and indeed laid waste. All the whole Country as they pass along. there's no prevention if they once come here But that our City must endure the sack. I fear it sir. Faith we are sure to feel The fury of the tempest when it comes. The Law and Merchandise may both go beg. Where are you husband, do you here the news? What news on God's name? O the enemies.! Four. What of the enemies? They are entered into the city. Adieu good master Fourcher. Lord have mercy upon us, O good Master Lyon-rash go pray. How now, what noise is this?
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Slid, these Lords are growne so proud, Nay, weele haue a fling at the Lawyers too. O, I, first of all at the Lawyers. True, that we may haue the law in our owne hands. O then we may take vp what we will of the Marchants. I and forfet our bonds at pleasure, no body can sue vs. O, 'twill be rare: I wonder how much Veluet will parell me and my horse. Talke not of that man, weele haue inough: All shall be common. Wiues and all: what, Helter, skelter. Slid, we are men as well as they are. And we came all of our Father Adam. Goe to then, why should we be their slaues? Liberty, liberty, liberty. See, see, this common beast the multitude, (Transported thus with fury) how it raues; Threatning all states with ruine, to englut Their bestiall and more brutish appetites. O you auspicious, and diuinest powers, (That in your wisdomes suffer such dread plagues To flowe and couer a rebellious land) Giue end vnto their furies! and driue back The roaring torrent on the Authors heads, That (in their pride of Rage) all eyes may see. Iustice hath whips to scourge impiety. Good morrow maister Fourcher. Maister Lyon-rash you are welcome: How fare you sir, in these prodigious times? Troth like a man growne wilde and desperate, E'ene spent with horror of their strange effects. I feare they will be much more stranger yet. And you haue cause to feare sir. So haue you: if wealth may make a man suspect his state, What newes heare you sir? sit downe I pray you. I wonder how you dare keepe open shoppe, Considering the tumults are abroad: They say the Nobles all are vp in armes, And the rude commons in disseuerd troupes Haue gathered dangerous head, and make such spoyle, As would strike dead a true reporters tongue. Faith I am ignorant what course to take, Wee i'th Citty heere are so distracted As if our spirits were all earth and ayre, I know not how: each houre heere comes fresh newes, And nothing certaine Well if this be true, The issue cannot be but dangerous, O they haue made the violent'st attempts That ere were heard of: ruin'd Churches, Townes, Burn't goodly Mannours, and indeed layd wast. All the whole Country as they passe along. Ther's no preuention if they once come heere But that our Citty must endure the sack. I feare it sir. Faith we are sure to feele The fury of the tempest when it comes. The Law and Merchandize may both go begge. Where are you husband, do you heere the newes? What newes on Gods name? O the enimies.! Four. What of the enemies? They are entred into the citty. Adiew good maister Fourcher. Lord haue mercy vpon vs, O good Maister Lyon-rash goe pray. How now, what noyse is this?