If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 15 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.80 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Hell, I think. Hell! Nay, if any that are in Hell, skip up ever so nigh Heaven, as these Devils that spit fire did, I'll drink nothing but Gunpowder. Ha, ha, a trifle this. Your Scholar there, Come with his Arts and Muses shallow, leaden brain, Your swaggering Soldier, lead a tottered train Of ruffianly Boot-halers: I noted all These feasts for Kings: i'th' garden of variety The vast world! you are starved midst your satiety, Pluck no one Apple from the golden Tree, But shake the fruit of every pleasure down. Thanks Bohor; why else wears a King his Crown? Shalcan, all Naples shall not buy thee from me. Nor you and these from me. Ask what thou wilt have But to stay here. Lo, this is all I crave. Thou hast our fast embraces. Swift as man's thought, Various delights shall be each minute borne, And die as fast that fresh may rise; we scorn To serve up one dish twice; be't near so rare, Will you that 'gainst tomorrow I prepare A Feast of strange Mirth for you? Dear Bohor do. I shall; Nor do I thus your love pursue, With servile hopes of Gold, I need it not: If out the jaws of Hell Gold may be got Black Arts are mine to do't; and what delights Those work be yours. Thou art gracious in our sight. 1 Come fellow Lurchall write. Fuh, Stay not for me, I shall outgo you all. 2 I hold 5. crowns, we all leave you behind us. Don; but I Must not leave you behind me; what pains a poor Devil takes to get into a Merchant? he's so civil, One of Hell must not know him, with more ease A Devil may win ten Gallants, than one of these, Yet a Merchant's wife, before these ten is won To entertain her Devil, if Pride be one. But Lurchall, now thou'rt in, and for years bound, To play the Merchant, play him right: thoust found A Master, who more villainy has by heart, Than thou by rote; See him but play his own part, And thou dost Hell good service; Bartervile, There's in thy name a Harvest makes me smile. Lurchall:— within My master calls. I. Oh, art there? This day twixt one and two a Gallants bound To pay 400. crowns to free his Lands Fast mortgaged to me, Lurchall, got thee up high Into my Turret, where thou mayest espy All comers every way; if by thy guess, Thou seest the Gull make hither. So Sir. That, his Hour Lie gasping, at the last Minutes; let him beat at door, Within I'll beat his heart out. I'll let him stand. Do, take my Watch, go faster. All his Land Is summed with these two Figures, (2. and 1.) At past one, (his,) strike but two, 'tis mine own.
nodes 921–985 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 44 in this edition
Length
480 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hell, I thinke. Hell! Nay, if any that are in Hell, skip vp euer so nye Heauen, as these Diuells that spit fire did, Ile drinke nothing but Gun-pouder. Ha, ha, a trifle this. Your Scholler there, Come with his Arts and Muses shallow, leaden braine, Your swaggering Souldier, lead a tottered traine Of ruffianly Boore-hallers: I noted all These feasts for Kings: ith garden of varietie The vast world! you are staru'de midst your satietie, Plucke no one Apple from the golden Tree, But shake the fruite of euery pleasure downe. Thanks Bohor; why else weares a King his Crowne? Shalcan, all Naples shall not buy thee from mee. Nor you and these from me. Aske what thou wilt haue But to stay here. Loe, this is all I craue. Thou hast our fast embraces. Swift as mans thought, Various delights shall bee each minute borne, And dye as fast that fresh may rise; wee scorne To serue vp one dish twice; bee't nere so rare, Will you that gainst to morrow I prepare A Feast of strange Mirth for you? Deare Bohor doe. I shall; Nor doe I thus your loue pursue, With seruile hopes of Golde, I neede it not: If out the jawes of Hell Golde may bee got Blacke Artes are mine to doo't; and what delights Those worke bee yours. Thou art gratious in our sight. 1 Come fellow Lurchall write. Fuh, Stay not for mee, I shall out-goe you all. 2 I hold 5. Crownes, Wee all leaue you behinde vs. Don; but I Must not leaue you behinde mee; what paines a poore Diuell takes to get into a Merchant? hees so ciuill, One of Hell must not know him, with more ease A Diuell may win ten Gallants, then one of these, Yet a Merchants wife, before these ten is wonne To entertaine her Diuell, if Pride be one. But Lurchall, now thart in, and for yeares bound, To play the Merchant, play him right: th'ast ound A Master, who more villenie has by hart, Then thou by rote; See him but play his owne part, And thou doest Hell good seruice; Barteruile, Theres in thy name a Haruest makes mee smile. Lurchall:—within My master calls. I. Oh, art there? This day twixt one and two a Gallants bound To pay 400. Crownes to free his Landes Fast morgag'de to mee, Lurchall, got thee vp hye Into my Turret, where thou mayest espie All commers euery way; if by thy guesse, Thou seest the Gull make hither. So Syr. That, his Hower Lye gasping, at the last Minutes; let him beate at dore, Within Ile beate his heart out. Ile let him stand. Do, take my Watch, go faster. All his Land Is sumd with these two Figures, (2. and 1.) At past one, (his,) strike but two, tis mine owne.