If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 4 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Stay, lest you should want helpers at your calling Any devils shall come, (Search hound, Tobacco-spawling, Upshotten, Suckland, glitterback, or any Whom you shall need to employ, but call not many, there's but few good in hell. And stay, remember We all meet to hear how you prosper. Where? The Tree Blasted with Goblins, that about whose root 5. Mandrakes grow, i'th' Grove by Naples there, Meet there. we shall. Our blessings with you bear. Dread king of Ghosts, we'll ply our thrift so well, Thou shalt be forced to enlarge thy jail of Hell. Be quick th'at best, let saucy mortals know, howe'er they sleep, there's one wakes here below. One of those gallant Troops went forth to meet Your admired Mistress (Erminhild the fair) Hath left your Convoy with her on the way. And brings glad news of her being here (this day) Let Canons tell in Thunder her Arrival, When she's at hand ourself will meet her, Pray rise; until about our brows were thrown, These sparkling beams, such adoration Was not bestowed on us: whom does the knee Thus lovely worship? this Idol, (Gold) or me? Indeed 'tis the world's Saint, if that you adore, Go, pray to your coffers. None to us shall bow, Give God your knees. Whose own voice does allow That Subjects should to those who are Supreme, Bend, as to God, (all King being like to h) Thou wonder of thy time, I'll pay no more To thee of duty than has been before And ever shall be paid to those sit High. Pray mock not me with such Idolatry, Kings, Gods are, (I confess) but Gods of clay, Brittle as you are, you as good as they, Only in weight they differ, (this poor dram) Yet all but flesh and blood; And such I am. If such, pray let me eat, drink, speak, and walk, Not looked clean through, with superstitious eyes, (Not stared at like a Comet.) As you go Or speak, or feed, (unwondered at) let me so. Not Kings of Ceremony. Uncle what then? Still are they Kings. But show like common men. Good uncle know, no Sun in this our Sphere, Shall rule but we, let others shine as clear, In goodness, None in greatness shall. Blessed reign! The Golden world is moulding new again. All that I crave is this, and 'tis not new, Pay unto Caesar only Caesar's due. We owe thee loyal hearts, and those we'll pay, Each minute (Mirror of Kings.) Mark, the old Lords promise their hearts, but no money. Here are the Names of bold conspirators, (Young Catilines, and far more desperate) Who in your Father's days kindled the fires Of here Rebellion. Which are now burnt out. Who knows that? embers in dead Ashes lie. King, Set thy hand to this let Traitors die. 'tis fit you should do so. Sound Policy.
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Sta, lest you should want helpers at your calling Any diuels shll come, (Sarch hound, Tobacco-spawling, Vpshotten, Suckland, Glitterbacke, or any Whom you shall neede to imploy, but call not many, The'rs but ew good in hell. And stay, remember We all meete to heare how you prosper. Where? The Tree Blasted with Goblins, that bout whose roote 5. Mandrakes growe, 'th Groue by Naples there, Meete there. Wee shall. Our blessings with you beare. Dread king of Ghosts, weele plye our thrift so well, Thou shlt be forc'd to enlarge thy Iayle of Hell. Be quicke th'at best, let sawy mortals know, How ere they sleepe, there's one wakes here below. One of those gallant Troupes went forth to meete Your admirde Mistris (Erminhild the faire) Hath left your Conuoy with her on the way. And brings glad newes of her being here (this day) Let Canons tell in Tunder her Arriuall, When shee's at hand our selfe ill meete her, Pray rise; vntill abou our browes were throwne, These sparkling beames, suh adoration Was not bestowde on vs: whom does the knee Thus louely worship? this Idoll, (Gold) or mee? Indeed t'is the world Saynt, if that you adore, Ge, pray to you coffers. None to vs shall bow, Giue God your knees. Whose owne voice does allow That Subiects should to those who re Suprme, Bend, as to God, (all King being like to h) Thou wonder of thy time, Ile pay no more To thee of dutie than has bene before And euer shall be payd to those sit Hye. Pray mocke not mee with such Idolatry, Kings, Gods are, (I confesse) but Gods of clay, Brittle as you are, you as ood as they, Onely in weight they differ, (this poore dram) Yet all bu flesh and bloud; And such I am. If such, pray let mee eate, drinke, speake, and walke, Not look'd cleane through, with superstitious eyes, (Not star'de at like a Comete.) As you goe Or speake, or feede, (vn wondered at) let mee so▪ Not Kings of Ceremonie. Vncle what then? Still are they Kings. But shew like common men. Good vncle know, no Sunne in this our Spheare, Shall rule but Wee, let others shine as cleare, In goodnes, None in greatnes shall. Blest raigne! The Golden worlde is molding new againe. All that I craue is this, and tis not newe, Pay vnto Caesar onely Caesars due. We owe thee loyall hearts, and those weele pay, Each minute (Mirrour of Kings.) Marke, the olde Lords promise their hearts, but no money. Here are the Names f bold conspirators, (Yong Catilines, and farre more desperate) Who in your Fathers dayes kindled the fires Of here Rbellion. Which are now burnt out. Who knowes that? embers in dead Ashes lye. King, Set thy hand to this let raytors dye. Tis fit you should doe so. Sound ollicie.