If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 11 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.89 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Besides my reverend Lord, These maunders here are spies, & soon bear word to PRINCE's ears of what they hear and see. Ha Rush! thou speak'st right. Damned iniquity! Hence with those runagates. Come, hence. Spurn 'em away. Oh had mine eyes dropped out ere seen this day. Stay comfortless poor souls, my pitying tears Shall speak what my tongue dares not, here holy men, You near shall say when next we meet again, Friar Clement to the hungry grudged his meat, Or to the weary pilgrim lodging, this makes you eat, And when you have relieved your fainting limbs, Commend me in your prayers, and midst your hymns Thus wish, that he who did your journey further, May never live, to break his holy order. Old superstitious dotard; beat hence these beggars. Many old men's curses will on his soul be spent, Who thus defaces, charity's monument: I told you they were curs, that cease to bark, no longer than you feed them. friar thou speak'st right: Make haste with fare delicious, we'll crown the night. Ha ha, laugh Lucifer, dance grim fiends of hell, Of souls thou judge must, but most terrible, I must exact a double pay from thee, near hadst thou journey man deserved such fee, Let me cast up my reckonings, what I ha' won In this first voyage: Charity! she's undone: Fat gluttony broke her back: next her stepped in Contention (who shakes Churches) now the sweet sin (Sallow lechery,) should march after: Avarice, Murder, and all sins else, hell can device, I'll broach: the head's in, draw the body after, Begin thy feast in full cups, end in slaughter That damnedest fury: oh, but Friar Clement's free! True: hast no snare t' entrap him let me see. he's old, choke him with gold; hold on thy Revels, Pluto makes Sackle-soul precedent of Devils. What picture's that (Uncle Octavio?) The picture of thy state, (drawn by thyself,) This is that book of statutes, were enacted In the high Parliament of thy royal thoughts Where wisdom was the speaker. And because Thy subjects shall not be abused by laws Wrapped up in characters, crabbed and unknown, These thine own language speak. Hang 'em up uncle. What says the King? You must hang up the laws. Like cobweb in foul rooms, through which great flies Break through, the less being caught byth' wing, there dies. No no, thy laws I'll fix full in thy sight, Hangs a table up. (Like seamarks,) that if this great ship of sway And kingly ventures, lose her constant way. Ith' bottomless gulf of state, (beaten by the storms Of youthful folly, raging in monstrous forms) She may be saved from sinking and from wrack, (Steered by this compass, for the points of it Shall guide her so, on rocks she cannot split. You are our careful pilot in this voyage Of Government, be you our Admiral. Wisdom and Age being props, realms seldom fall.
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Besids my reuerend Lord, These manderers here are spies, & soone beare word to Princes eares of what they heare and see. Ha Rush! thou speak'st right. Dambd iniquitie! Hence with those runnagates. Come, hence. Spurne 'em away. Oh had mine eyes drop'd out ere seene this day. Stay comfortles poore soules, my pittying teares Shall speake what my tongue dares not, here holy men, You nere shall say when next we meete againe, Frier Clement to the hungrie grutch'd his meate, Or to the weary pilgrim lodging, this makes you eate, And when you haue relieu'd your faintig limbes, Commend me in your prayers, and midst your hymmes Thus wish, that he who did your Iorney furder, May neuer liue, to breake his holy order. Old superstitious dord; beate hence these beggers. Many old mens curses will on his soule be pent, Who thus defaces, Charities monument: I told you they were curs, that ceae to barke, no longer then you feede them. Frier thou speak'st right: Make hast with fare delitious, weele crowne the night. Ha ha, laugh Lucifer, dance grim fiends of hell, Of soules thou iudge must, ut most terrible, I must exact a double pay from thee, Nere hadst thou Iorney man deserude such ee, Let me cast vp my reckonings, what I ha won In this first voage: Charity! shees vndon: Fat gluttony broke her back: next her step'd in Contention (who shakes Churches) now the sweete sin (Sallow lechery,) should march after: Auarice, Murder, and all sinnes els, hell can deuice, Ile broach: the head's in, draw the body after, Begin thy feast in full cuppes, end in slaughter That damnedst fury: oh, but Frier Clement's free! Tue: ha'st no snare t' intrp him let me see. Hees old, choake him with gold; hold on thy Reuells, Pluto makes Sackle-soul president of Diuels. What pictar's that (Vncle Octauio?) The picture of thy state, (drawne by thy selfe,) This is that booke of statutes, were enacted In the high Parliament of thy roiall thoughts Where wisedome was the speaker. And because Thy subiects shall not be abusde by lawes Wrap'd vp in racters, crabbed and vnknowne, These thine owne language speake. Hang 'em vp vncle. What sayes the King? You must hang vp the lawes. Like cob-wbbe in owle roomes, through which great flies Breake through, the lesse being caught bith wing, there ies. No no, thy lawes fix full in thy sight, Hangs a table vp. (Like sea-markes,) that if this great ship of sway And kingly ventures, loose her constant way. Ith bottomles gulph of state, (beaen by the stormes Of youthfull follie, raging in monstrous formes) Shee may be sau'de from sinking and from rack, (Seed by this compasse, for the points of it Shall guide her so, rocke she cannot split. You are our carefull pilot in this voiage Of Gouernment, be you our Admirall. Wisedome and Age being props, realmes seldome fall.