The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 38 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 493 words
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I grant you. The place is full of impurity. So much the more need of instruction and reformation. The purpose that carried me thither, was with the Spirit of conversion to purify their uncleanness; and I hope your Lordship will say, the law cannot take hold o' me for that. No Sir; it cannot: but yet give me leave To tell you, that I hold your wary answer, Rather premeditated for excuse; Then spoken out of a religious purpose. Where took you your degrees of Scholarship? I am no Scholar my Lord. To speak the sincere truth, I am Snuff the Tallow-Chandler. How comes your habit to be altered thus? My Lord Belforest taking a delight in the cleanness of my conversation; withdrew me from that unclean life, and put me in a garment fit for his society and my present profession. His Lordship did but paint a rotten post; Or cover foulness fairly. Monsieur Snuff! Back to your candle-making. You may give The world more light with that, then either with Instruction or th'example of your life. Thus the Snuff is put out. judgement; judgement. judgement my Lord? in what? Your judgements must resolve me in a case. Bring in the bodies. Nay; I will ha''t tried. This is the case my Lord. My providence, e'en in a moment; by the only hurt of one, or two, or three, at most: and those put quickly out o' pain too, mark me; I had wisely raised a competent estate to my posterity. And is there not more wisdom and more charity in that; then for your Lordship, or your Father, or your Grandsire, to prolong the torment, and the rack of rent from age to age, upon your poor penurious Tenants? yet (perhaps) without a penny profit to your heir. Is't not more wiser more charitable? Speak. He is distracted. How? distracted? Then you ha'no judgement. I can give you sense and solid reason for the very least distinguishable syllable I speak. Since my thrist was more judicious than your Grandsires; why, I would fain know why your Lordship lives to make a second generation from your Father, and the your Father; and the whole fry of my posterity extinguished in a moment. Not a Brat left to succeed me.— I would fain know that. Grief for his children's death distempers him. My Lord; we will resolve you of your question. In the mean time vouchsafe your place with us. I am contented, so you will resolve me. Now Monsieur Charlemont. You are accused Of having murdered one Borachio, that Was servant to my Lord D'amville. How can You clear yourself? guilty? or not guilty? Guilty of killing him; but not of murder. My Lords; I have no purpose to desire Remission for myself.— D'amville descends to Charl. uncivil Boy! Thou want'st humanity to smile at grief. Why dost thou cast a cheerful eye upon the object of my sorrow? my dead Sons?
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I grant you. The place is full of impuritie. So much the more neede of instruction and reformation. The purpose that caried me thither, was with the Spirit of conuersion to purifie their vncleanenesse; and I hope your Lordship will say, the law cannot takehold o' me for that. No Sir; it cannot: but yet giue me leaue To tell you, that I hold your warie answere, Rather premeditated for excuse; Then spoken out of a religious purpose. Where tooke you your degrees of Schollership? I am no Scholler my Lord. To speake the sincere truth, I am Snuffe the Tallow-Chandler. How comes your habite to be alter'd thus? My Lord Belforest taking a delight in the cleanenesse of my conuersation; withdrew mee from that vncleane life, and put me in a garment fit for his societie and my present profession. His Lordship did but paint a rotten post; Or couer foulenesse fairely. Monsieur Snuffe! Backe to your candle-making. You may giue The world more light with that, then either with Instruction or th'example of your life. Thus the Snuffe is put out. Iudgement; Iudgement. Iudgement my Lord? in what? Your Iudgements must resolue me in a case. Bring in the bodies. Nay; I will ha't tried. This is the case my Lord. My prouidence, eu'n in a moment; by the onely hurt of one, or two, or three, at most: and those put quickly out o' paine too, marke mee; I had wisely rais'd a competent estate to my posteritie. And is there not more wisedome and more charity in that; then for your Lordship, or your Father, or your Grandsire, to prolong the torment, and the rack of rent from age to age, vpon your poore penurious Tenants? yet (perhaps) without a pennie profit to your heire. Is't not more wise more charitable? Speake. He is distracted. How? distracted? Then you ha'no Iudgement. I can giue you sence and solide reason for the very least distinguishable syllable I speake. Since my thrist was more iudicious then your Grandsires; why, I would faine know why your Lordship liues to make a second generation from your Father, and the your Father; and the whole frie of my posteritie extinguish'd in a moment. Not a Brat left to succeede me.—I would faine know that. Griefe for his children's death distempers him. My Lord; we will resolue you of your question. In the meane time vouchsafe your place with vs. I am contented, so you will resolue me. Now Monsieur Charlemont. You are accus'd Of hauing murder'd one Borachio, that Was seruant to my Lord D'amville. How can You cleare your selfe? guiltie? or not guiltie? Guilty of killing him; but not of murder. My Lords; I haue no purpose to desire Remission for my selfe.—D'amville descends to Charl. Vnciuill Boy! Thou want'st humanitie to smile at griefe. Why doest thou cast a chearefull eye vpon the obiect of my sorrow? my dead Sonnes?