Histriomastix, or The Player Whipped · chunk 24 of 25
Marston, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) moral · Unknown unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Drink thou my tears and I will drink up thine, For nought but tears is misery's salt wine. We that have scorned to dress our meat ourselves, Now would be glad if we had meat to dress. And if Lament were remedy for want Their cates wear course that in Lament were scant, Comfort sweet wife, ill lasts not always so: And good (sometimes) makes end of lingering woe. My grief is thine, And mine is most for thee. My care is thine. Be mine for thee and me. Faith Poverty hath paid my wife on the petticoat. From these devouring worms, eat men alive, And swallow up whole manors at a bit The whilst our hungry bodies die for lack, And honest husbandry must go to wrack. Pray sirs for Peace, that best may please us all. From cities Pride the country takes his fall. 'tis Time, for ploughshares (now) are turned to bills, Carthorses priest to carry Cavaliers, True labouring servants counted Soldiers slaves, Though Famine hungerstarve yet heaven saves. Then let us pray to heaven all for Peace. For thence comes comfort, plenty and increase. Post me no posting; pay me the shot, Yow live by wit; but we must live by money. Goody sharp, be not so short, I'll pay you, when I give you money. When you give me money? go to, I'll bear no Longer. What and be under fifty? Master Cunstable hoe, these Players will not pay their shot. Faith sir, War hath so pinched us we must pawn. Alas poor Players: hostis; what comes it to? The Sharers dinners six pence a piece, the hirelings pence. What sixpence an Egg, and two and two at an Egg. Faith Famine affords no more. fellows bring out the hamper choose somewhat out o'th' Stock. What will you have this cloak to pawn, what think you it's worth? Some four groats, The pox is in this age, here's a brave world fellows. You may see what it is to laugh at the Audience. Well it shall serve for a pawn. Soft sirs I must talk with you for tax money, To relieve the poor, not a penny paid yet, Sir, (at few words we shared but xu. pence last week. But 'tis well known, that each maintains his Punk, And taverns it with drunken suppers still. Alas they are our wives. Ye are not all married. Who are not are glad to bring such as they can get. Before I'll give such a precedent, I'll leave playing. Faith and I too: I'll rather fall to work. Fall to work after playing unpossible. Sirs, will you here the truth. Sir you may choose, But you must all choose Whither you'll be shipped and set ashore no man Knows where as the Romans did: Or play for the maintenance of the poor; And yourselves kept like honest men. We choose neither. Saving your sad tale, will you take a pot or two.
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Drincke thou my teares and I will drinke vp thine, For nought but teares is miseries salt wine. We that haue scornd to dresse our meate our selues, Now would be glad if we had meate to dresse. And if Lament were remedie for want Their cates weare course that in Lament were scant, Comfort sweete wife, ill lasts not alwaies so: And good (some-times) makes end of lingring woe. My griefe is thine, And mine is most for thee. My care is thine. Be mine for thee and me. Faith Pouerty hath paid my wife on the petticoate. From these deuowring woormes, eate men aliue, And swollow vp whole Mannours at a bit The whil'st our hungry bodies die for lacke, And honest husbandy must goe to wracke. Pray sirs for Peace, that best may please vs all. From citties Pryde the country takes his fall. Tis Time, for plough-shares (now) are turned to bills, Carte-horses prest to cary Caualliers, True laboring seruants counted Souldiours slaues, Though Famine hungerstarue yet heauen saues. Then let vs pray to heauen all for Peace. For thence comes comfort, plenty and increase. Post me no posting; pay me the shot, Yow liue by wit; but we must liue by mony. Goody sharpe, be not so short, Ile pay you, when I giue you mony. When you giue mee mony? goe to, Ile beare no Longer. What and be vnder fifty? Maister Cunstable hoe, these Players wil not pay their shot. Faith sir, Warre hath so pinch't vs we must pawne. Alasse poore Players: hostis; what comes it to? The Sharers dinners six pence a peece, the hirelings pence. What sixepence an Egge, and two and two at an Egge. Faith Famine affords no more. Fellowes bring out the hamper choose somew-what out o'th Stocke. What will you haue this cloke to pawne, what thinke you it's worth? Some fower groats, The pox is in this age, heer's a braue world fellowes. You may see what it is to laugh at the Audience. Well it shall serue for a paune. Soft sirs I must talke with you for taxe mony, To releeue the poore, not a penny paid yet, Sir, (at few words we shar'd but xv. pence last weeke. But tis well knowne, that each maintaines his Puncke, And tauernes it with druncken suppers still. Alasse they are our wiues. Yee are not all married. Who are not are glad to bring such as they can get. Before Ile giue such a president, Ile leaue playing. Faith and I too: Ile rather fal to worke. Fall to worke after playing vnpossible. Sirs, will you here the truth. Sir you may choose, But you must all choose Whither youle be shipt and set a shore no man Knowes where as the Romaines did: Or play for the maintenance of the poore; And your selues kept like honest men. We choose neither. Sauing your sad tale, will you take a pot or two.