If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 6 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
This is a brave world for beggars, if it hold. Poor wretches pine, So are they left: toth' next. Wednesdays we'll spend. In fish dinners. In th' affairs Of foreign states, treat with ambassadors, Hear them and give them answers. Thursday, for wars. That's well: better be together by th'ears, than to go halting to hospitals. Our neapolitan youths (that day) shall try Their skill in arms, poor scorned Soldiers Shall not be suffered beg here (as in some lands) Nor stoop slavelike to Captains proud commands, starve, and lie nasty, when the self-same pay, The Soldier fights for, keeps the Leaders gay. Nor shall he through ice and fire make grey his bread, Wear out new Moons, only to earn his bread, Wade up toth' beard in torrents; and be drowned All save the head; march hard to meet a wound, I'th' very face, and even his heartstrings crack, To win a town, yet not to clothe his back: And the black storm of troubles being gone, Shunned like a creditor, not looked upon, But as court-palates (when bright day draws nigh) Rolled up in some dark corner is thrown by. Uncle write that. Fast as my pen can trot. What a number of tottered rogues willbe turned into brave fellows a this new change of the moon The braver they are, the sooner are mercers undone. soldiers are down too. Down with Learning next. For friday shallbe spent i'th' reverend Schools, Where we'll sift bran from Hour, (hiss babbling fools, But crown the deep-brained disputant) none shall hold Three or four Church-livings (got by simonious gold) In them, to fat himself as in a sty, When greater Scholars languish in beggary: And in thin threadbare cassocks wear out their age, And bury their worth in some by vicarage: This we'll see mended. tithe pigs you'll smoke for this. So set it down. scholars languish in beggery-So: Thy fridaies law is writ; for Saturday, what? I marry sir, All our cares now for that. Well to begin, and not end so were base, The winning of the goal crowns each man's race. Sir, there's a stranger newly arrived your court, And much importunes to behold your Highness. What is he? Of goodly presence. Let him see us. The powers that guide me, guard thee, I have heard thy name In regions far hence, where it does resound Louder than here at home; to touch this ground iha' passed through countries, into which none here Would willingly sail I think, and with me bring, My love and service, which to your grace I tender. What are you, and whence come you? From Helvetia. What hell says he? Peace you shall know hot hell time enough. I am an Helvetian borne, the house from which I am descended, ancient and well known to many princes: Bohor is my name. Zounds! Bohor! has struck two of my teeth out with his name,
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This is a braue world for beggers, if it hold. Poore wretches pine, So are they left: tot'h next. Wednesdaies weele spend. In fish dinners. In th' affaires Of farren states, treate with embassadors, Heare them and giue them answeres. Thursday, for warres. That's well: better be together byth'ares, then to goe halting to hospitalls. Our Neapolitane youths (that day) shall try Their skill in armes, poore scorned Soldiers Shall not be suffer'd beg here (as in some landes) Nor stoope slaue-like to Captaines proud commands, Staue, and lie , when the selfe-same pay, The Souldier fights for, keepes the Leaders gay. Nor shall he through ice and fire make gray his bread, Weare out new Moones, onely to earne his bread, Wade vp to'th beard in torrents; and be drownd All saue the head; march hard to meete a wound, I'th very face, and euen his heart-strings cracke, To win a towne, yet not to cloath his backe: And the blacke storme of troubles being gon, Shund like a creditor, not looked vpon, But as court-pallats (when bright day drawes nye) Rold vp in some darke corner is throwne by. Vncle write that. Fast as my pen can trot. What a number of tottred roagus wilbe turn'd into braue fellowes a this new change of the moone The brauer they are, the sooner are mercers vndon. Souldiers are downe too. Downe with Learning next. For friday shalbe spent it'h reuerend Schooles, Where weele sift brnne from Houre, (hisse babling fooles, But crowne the deepe-braind disputant) none shall hold Three or foure Church-liuings (got by Symonious gold) In them, to fat himselfe as in a stye, When greater Schollers languish in beggery: And in thin thred-bare cassacks weare out their age, And bury their worth in some by vicorage: This weele see mended. Tyth pigges youl'e smoake for this. So set it downe. Schollers languish in beggery-So: Thy fridaies law is writ; for Satterday, what? I mary sir, All our cares now for that. Well to begin, and not end so were base, The winning of the gole crownes eachmans race. Sir, theres a stranger newly ariu'de your court, And much importunes to behold your Highnes. What is he? Of goodly presence. Let him see vs. The powers that guide me, guard thee, I haue heard thy name In regions far hence, where it does refound Lowder than here at home; to touch this ground Iha pass'd through countries, into which none here Would willingly saile I thinke, and with me bring, My loue and seruice, which to your grace I tender. What are you, and whence come you? From Heluetia. What hell sayes hee? Peace you sall know hot hell time enough. I am an Heluetian borne, the house from which I am descended, ancient and well knowne to many princes: Bohor is my name. Zounds! Bohor! has struck two of my teeth out with his name,