If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 8 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Had been most vile. I'll be a Sea, (boundless.) Thou art a sun, And let no base clouds muffle thee. Brave Kings all! Crown, Sceptre, Court, City, Country, are at your call. There spoke young love indeed. The tide now turns. And now we'll swim. And laugh, though the whole world mourns. Omn: Tantara, heigh. Erminghild brought in. Call up your lustiest spirits: the Lady's come. O my earthly bliss! embraces! kisses! how sweet Are you to parted Lovers when they meet? That entertainment which the Duke your Father, Lent royally (late to me,) I now can pay At a king's charge: to our neapolitan Court, None (brightest Erminhild can come longed for More than yourself.) You have stolen upon us (Lady) You have good Law against me, (playing the thief) Your Grace may keep me prisoner. In these Arms; From whence not Ioue shall ransom thee; We twain Will wed, and bed, and get a Prince shall reign In Naples bravely, when we both lie dead: Till then, pleasure's wings, to their full breadth be spread. A manger, a manger, a manger, I must needs have a mangy voice, when I do nothing but ball for a company of hungry Scabs; a manger. You must be nimble Rush. As a drawer in a new Tavern, first day the bush is hung up. A manger, a manger, a manger, So: the Lord prior's napkin here, there the Subpriors: his knife and case of picktooths thus: as for the covent, let them lick their fingers in stead of wiping, and suck their teeth in steed of picking. What other duty Sir, must I call mine? As you are novice, you are to say grace demurely, wait on the prior's Trencher soberly, steal away a mouthful cunningly, and munch it up in a corner hungerly. Ply your office, Rush. Thanks good Friar Alphege: yes, Shackle-soul will play The task he's set to: Devils never idle lie: Friar Rush! ha, ha: youhave now an excellent choir, To sing in hell, the Devil and the Friar. Where's Rush, our junior Novice? Here Lord Prior. Stand forth, and render thanks. Hum. hum: For our bread, wine, ale and beer, For the piping hot meats here: For broths of sundry tastes and sort, For beef, veal, mutton, lamb, and pork. Greensauce with calves head and bacon, Pig and goose, and crammed-up capon. For past razed stiff with curious art, Pie, custard, florentine and tart. Baked rumps, fried kidneys, and lamstones, Fat sweetbreads, luscious maribones, Artichoke, and oyster-pies, Buttered Crab, prawns, lobsters thighs, Thanks be given for flesh and fishes, With this choice of tempting dishes: To which proface: with bly the looks sit ye, Bids this covent, much good do't ye. How dar'st thou mock us thou ill nurtured slave? Contemnest thou our order and religious fare? He has spoken treason to all our stomachs. Down with the villain.
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Had bin most vile. Ile be a Sea, (boundles.) Thou art a sunne, And let no base cloudes muffle thee. Braue Kings all! Crowne, Scepter, Court, Cittie, Country, are at your call▪ There spake young loue indeede. The tyde now turnes. And now weele swim. And laugh, tho the whole world mournes. Omn: Tantara, hey. Erminghild brought in. Call vp your lustiest spirits: the Lady's come. O my earthly blisse! embraces! kisses! how sweete Are you to parted Louers when they meete? That entertainement which the Duke your Father, Lent royellie (late to mee,) I now can pay At a Kings charge: to our Neapolitane Court, None (brightest Erminhild can come longd for More then your selfe.) You haue stolne vpon vs (Ladie) You haue good Law against me, (playing the thiefe) Your Grace may keepe mee prisoner. In these Armes; From whence not Ioue shall raunsome thee; We Twaine Will wed, and bed, and get a Prince shall raigne In Naples brauely, when wee both lye dead: Till then, Pleasures wings, to their full bredth be spread. A mangier, a mangier, a mangier, I must needs haue a mangie voice, whē I doe nothing but ball for a company of hungry Scabs; a mangier. You must be nimble Rush. As a drawer in a new Tauern, first day the bush is ūg vp. A mangier, a manger, a mangier, So: the Lord Priors napkin here, there the Subpiors: his knife and case of pick-toothes thus: as for the couent, let them licke their fingers in stead of wiping, and suck their teeth in steede of picking. What othr dutie Sir, must I call mine? As you are nouice, you are to say grace demurely, waite on the Priors Trencher soberly, steale away a mouthfull cunningly, and munch it vp in a corner hungerly. Ply your office, Rush. Thankes good Frier Alphege: yes, Shackle-soule will play The taske hee's set to: Diuels neuer idle lye: Frier Rush! ha, ha: y'haue now an excellent quire, To sing in hell, the Diuell and the Frier. Where's Rush, our Iunior Nouice? Here Lord Prior. Stand foorth, and render thankes. Hum, hum: For our bread, wine, ale and beere, For the piping hot meates heere: For brothes of sundrie tasts and sort, For beefe, veale, mutton, lamb, and porke. Greene-sawce with calfes head and bacon, Pig and goose, and cramd-vp capon. For past raiz'd stiffe with curious art, Pye, custard, florentine and tart. Bak'd rumpes, fried kidneys, and lam-stones, Fat sweete-breads, luscious maribones, Artichoke, and oyster-pyes, Butterd Crab, prawnes, lobsters thighes, Thankes be giuen for flesh and fishes, With this choice of tempting dishes: To which proface: with bly the lookes sit yee, Bids this Couent, much good do't yee. How dar'st thou mock vs thou ill nurtur'd slaue? Contemn'st thou our order and religious fare? He has spoken treason to all our stomaches. Downe with the villaine.