If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 5 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 509 words
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Men many things hold fit, That are not good, A young Beginner and set up in blood! (Butchers can do no more.) Shall Records say Being Crowned, he played the Tyrant the first day, How should that Chronicler be cursed? your paper. When such a fatal book comes in my sight, I'll with Vespasian wish I could not write, Their bond is canceled. I forgive the debt, See that at liberty, they all be set. A Princely Act. If wisely 'tis well done. That reign must boast, Which mercy has begun. Bear witness all, what pace the Chariot wheels Of our new guided Sovereignty shall run. A mayne gallop I hope. And here I vow to end as 'tis begun. Heaven fill thee full of days, But (being all told) Ending no worse, Their sum we'll write in gold. The course you'll take dear Lord. This: pray observe it. Call you this Coronation day? would I were i'th' streets where the conduits run claret wine, there's some good fellowship. Peace. Each week within the year shall be a book Which each day I'll read o'er: I well may do't, The book being but six leaves (six days,) the seventh Be his that owes it; Sacred is that and high; And who profanes one hour in that, Shall die. How many willbe left alive then this day fortnight? First, beat all Taverns down then, Souls are lost (Being drowned in Surfeits) on that seventh day most. Stay (best of Kings) mine own hand shall set down What laws thou mad'st first day thou worest a Crown. Begin, begin thy week. Write Monday. So so, Monday. They say Monday's shoemaker's holiday, I'll fall to that trade. I have writ it down my liege. Peace, hearken to your lesson. That day, from morn till night, I'll execute The office of a judge, and weigh out laws With even scales. That's more than grocers do. The poor and rich man's cause I'll poise alike: It shall be my chief care That bribes and wrangling be pitched o'er the bar. We shall have old breaking of necks then. Down with that first. O for a pen of gold! You'll have no bribes. None. Yet term-time all they year! A good strong law, suit cannot now cost dear. Have you done? I'm at bribes, and wrangling done presently. We must all turn pettifoggers, and in stead of gilt rapiers, hang buckram bags at our girdles. All my clients, shallbe women. Why? Because they are easiest fetched over: there's something to be gotten out of them. Thy monday's task is done: what's next? Sunday if the week goes backward. Tuesdays we'll sit to hear the poor-man's cries, Orphans and widows: our own princely eyes Shall their petitions read: our progress then shallbe to hospitals which good minded men Have built to pious use, for lame, sicks, and poor we'll see what's given, what spent, and what flows o'er Churls (with God's money) shall not feast, swill wine, And fat their rank guts whilst poor wretches pine.
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Men many things hold fit, That are not good, A yong Beginner and set vp in blood! (Butchers can doe no more.) Shall Recordes say Being Crownde, he playd the Tyran the first day, How should that Chronicler be cur'd? your paper. When such a fatall booke comes in my sight, Ile with Vespasian wish I could not write, Their bond is canceld. I forgiue the debt, See that at liberty, they all be set. A Princely Act. If wisely tis well done. That raigne must bost, Which mercy has begun. Beare witnes all, what pace the Chariot wheeles Of our new guided Soueraigntie shall run. A mayne gallop I hope. And here I vow to end as tis begun. Heauen fill thee full of dayes, But (being all told) Ending no worse, Their summe weele write in gold. The course youle take deere Lord. This: pray obserue it. Call you this Coronation day? woud I were ith streetes where the condutes run claret wine, there's some good fellowship. Peace. Each weeke within the yeere shall be a booke Which each day ie reade or'e: I well may doe't, The booke being but six leaues (six dayes,) the seuenth Be his that owes it; Sacred is that and hye; And who prophanes one houre in that, Shall dye. How manie wilbe left aliue then this day fortnight? First, beate all Tauernes downe then, Soules are lost (Being drownde in Surfets) on that seuenth day most. Stay (best of Kings) mine owne hand shall set downe What lawes thou mad'st first day thou wor'st a Crowne. Begin, begin thy weeke. Write Monday. So so, Monday. They say Monday's Shooemakers holliday, Ile fall to that trade. I haue writ it downe my liege. Peace, harken to your lesson. That day, from morne till night, Ile execute The office of a Iudge, and wey out lawes With euen scales. Thats more than grocers doe. The poore and rich mans cause Ile poize alike: It shall be my chiefe care That bribes and wrangling be pitch'd o're the barre. We shall haue old breaking of neckes then. Downe with that first. O for a pen of gold! Youle haue no bribes. None. Yet terme-time all they yeere! A good strong law, suite cannot now cost deere. Haue you done? I'me at bribes, and wrangling done presently. We must all turne pettifoggers, and in stead of git rapiers, hang buckram bags at our girdles. All my clients, shalbe women. Why? Because they are easiest fetched ouer: there's something to be gotten out of them. Thy monday's taske is done: whats next? Sunday if the weeke goes backward. Tuesdayes weel'e sit to heare the poore-mans cryes, Orphans and widowes: our owne princely eyes Shall their petitions reade: our progresse then Shalbe to hospitalls which good minded men Haue built to pious vse, for lame, sicks, and poore Weele see whats giuen, what spent, and what flowes or'e Churles (with Gods mony) shall not feast, swill wine, And fat their rancke gutts whilest poore wretches pine.