Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Truth, 'twas more false than Hell, & you shall see me, (As Well, as I can repent of any sin) Ask her forgiveness for wounding of her Name, and 'gainst the world recover her lost fame. Kind soul, would I could weep, to make amends Why I did slander her at the Church door. The more base Villain thou. Ha, what's the news? Thou unspeakable Rascal, thou a Soldier, a Captain of the Suburbs, a poor forced, That with thy Slops, and Cat a mountains face, Thy bladder chops, and thy robustious words, Frightest the poor whore, and terribly dost exact, a weekly Subsidy, twelve pence a piece, Whereon thou liv'st, and on my Conscience Thou snap'st beside, with cheats and Cutpurses. Heart, this is some railing Poet, why you Rogue? Thou Rogue, far worse than Rogues, thou slanderer Thou worse than slanderous Rogues, thou murderer 'tis well remembered, I will cut thy throat, To appease that Merchant's soul, which ne'er will rest, Till some revenge be taken on thy tongue. I'll kill the first, and in thy vital flood, Wash my hands clean of that young Merchant's blood. You fight as if you had fought afore, I can still hold my sword, come on Sir. zounds can you ward so well, I think you are one of the Noble science of Defence. True, a'th' Science of Noble Defence I am, That fight in safeguard of a virtuous name. Oh, now I understand you, and you stand over me, My hurts are not mortal, but you have the better, if your name be worldly, be thankful for your fortune. Give me thy sword, or I will kill thee. Some wiser than some, I love my reputation well, yet I am not so valiant an ass, but I love my life better, there's my Then get upon my back, come all shallbe well. I'll carry thee unto a Surgeon first, & then unto thy wench, sword Come we are friends. Godamercy, zounds methinks I see myself in Moore-fields, upon a wooden leg, begging three pence. I thank thee heaven for my success in this, To what perfection is my business grown. Seldom or never is right overthrown. They say every woman has a spring to catch a Woodcock, remember my instructions, and let me see what a Paradise thou canst bring this fool into. 15. hundred a year wench, will make us all merry, but a fool to boot; why we shall throw the house out at window; Let me see, there are two things in this foolish Transitory world, which should be altogether regarded, profit and pleasure, or pleasure and profit, I know not which to place first, for indeed, they are Twins, and were borne together; for Profit, this Marriage (God speed it) marries you to it, and for pleasure, if I help you not to that as cheap as any man in England, call me Cut, and so remember my instructions, for I'll go fetch Sir Abraham.
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Truth, t'was more false then Hell, & you shall see me, (As Well, as I can repent of any sinne) Aske her forgiuenesse for wounding of her Name, and gainst the world recouer her lost fame. Kind soule, would I could weepe, to make amends Why I did slander her at the Church doore. The more base Villaine thou. Ha, what's the newes? Thou vnspeakeable Rascall, thou a Souldier, a Captaine of the Suburbs, a poore forst, That with thy Slops, and Cat a Mountaines fce, Thy blather chops, and thy robustious words, Fright'st the poore whore, and terribly dost exact, a weekely Subsidie, twelue pence a peece, Whereon thou liu'st, and on my Conscience Thou snapst besides, with cheats and Cut-purses. Hart, this is some rayling Poet, why you Rogue? Thou Rogue, far worse then Rogues, thou slanderer Thou worse then slanderous Rogues, thou murderer Tis well remember'd, I will cut thy throat, To appease that Merchants soule, which ne're will rest, Till some reuenge be raken on thy tongue. Ile kill the first, and in thy vitall floud, VVash my hands cleane of that yong Merchants bloud. You fight as if you had fought afore, I can still hold my sword, come on Sir. Zoones can you ward so well, I thinke you are one of the Noble science of Defence. True, a'th Science of Noble Defence I am, That fight in safegard of a vertuous name. Oh, now I vnderstand you, and you stand ouer me, My hurts are not mortal, but you haue the better, if your name be Wordly, be thanke ll for your fortune. Giue me thy sword, or I will kill thee. Some wiser then some, I loue my reputation wel, yet I am not so valiant an asse, but I loue my life better, thers my Then get vpon my back, come al shalbe wel. Ile carry thee vnto a Surgeon first, & then vnto thy wench, sword Come we are friends. Godamercy, zoones methinkes I see my selfe in Moore-fields, vpon a wodden leg, begging three pence. I thanke thee heauen for my successe in this, To what perfection is my busines growne. Seldom or neuer is right ouerthrowne. They say euerie woman has a Sprindge to catch a Wood-cocke, remember my instructions, and let mee see what a Paradice thou canst bring this foole into. 15. hundered a yeare wench, wil make vs all merrie, but a foole to boot; why we shall throw the ouse out at window; Let mee see, there are two thinges in this foolish Transitorie world, which should be altogether regarded, profite and pleasure, or pleasure and profit, I know not which to place first, for indeed, they are Twinnes, and were borne together; for Profit, this Marriage (God speed it) marries you to it, and for pleasure, if I helpe you not to that as cheape as any man in England, call me Cut, and so remember my instructions, for Ile go fetch Sir Abraham.