If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 20 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Distracted fool, in stead of my just anger, Thou only hast my pity: thou prophecy? Ha, ha. Laugh on, but since nor prayers prevail not tears, I'll power my grief into my PRINCE's cares. he'll go and complain to the King. Let him complain, Kings cannot Subjects of their food restrain, Away. Ingender sin with sin; that wines rich he May bring forth Lust, Lust murder may beget, But here strike sail, this bark awhile hale in, And launch into the deep, a brighter sin: Ho, glitterback, ascend, to shackle-soul, To shackle-soul ascend, ho glitterback; Thou richest spirit, thrust up thy golden head From hell thus high: when? art imprisoned In miser's chests so fast thou canst not come? O fearst thou theeues, or cupurses? here be some Can save thee from their fingers: when? Arise; And dazzle th' approaching night with thy glistering eyes. Here. How thou sweat'st with coming? Save me those drops (Golds pure Elipar) stilling from thy locks: Shake from thy brows and hair that golden shower, So: get home: quick: (to hell) lest hell grow poor, If rich-men's paws once fasten thee, and beware It'n way thou meetest no Lawyers: they'll pull thee bare, Hence: down. I me gone. Cool night will call Friar Clement forth anon: Angels, be you his strong temptation: Wines lustful fires him warm not: At this spring, (Scorned by the rest for him,) spread thy gilt wing, Full in his eye; As he drinks water down In streams of Avarice, let his weak soul drown. I do beseech your Highness, yet turn back And comfort the sad Lady, whose fair eyes Are worn away with weeping. If her eyes be worn away, what should a man do With a blind wife? kill her with flies? I cannot abide a woman that's fond of me. Nor I. I would love a woman but as I love a walnut, to crack It, and peel it, eat the meat, and then throw away the Shell. Or as noblemen use their great horses, when they Are past service: sell'em to brewers and make'em dray-horses: So use a woman. So so. The Indians are warm without clothes, and a man Is best at ease without a woman: or if your Highness must 〈…〉 have one, have factors to buy the fairest, dote not any, 〈…〉 the Turk, regard none, yet keep many. 〈…〉 You hear the juries verdict. 〈…〉 whose foreman's the devil? 〈…〉 counsel thee to thy destruction. Destruction? why? the heaven can abide but one sun, I hope we on earth may love many men's daughters▪ Tl Erminhilda so: send her home to the duke her father: And tell him too, because the disease of marriage Brings the stone with it, I hate a woman; I love not To be cut: enclosed grounds are too rank. Best feeding on the Commons then. Will you not marry this chaste Lady then?
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Distracted foole, in stead of my iust anger, Thou onely hast my pittie: thou prophecie? Ha, ha. Laugh on, but since nor prayers preuaile not teares, Ile powre my griefe into my Princes cares. Heele goe and complaine to the King. Let him complaine, Kings cannot Subiects of their foode restraine, Away. Ingender sin with sin; that wines rich he May bring forth Lust, Lust murder may beget, But here strike aile, this barke awhile hale in, And lanch into the deepe, a brighter sin: Ho, Glitterbacke, ascend, to shackle-soule, To shackle-soule ascend, ho Glitterbacke; Thou richest spirit, thrust vp thy golden head From hell thus hie: when? art imprisoned In misers chests so fast thou canst not come? O fearst thou theeues, or cupurses? here be some Can saue thee from their fingers: when? Arise; And dazle th' approching night with hy glistring eyes. Here. How thou sweatst with comming? Saue me those drops (Golds pure Elipar) stilling from thy lockes: Shake from thy browes and hayre that golden showre, So: get home: quicke: (to hell) least hell grow poore, If Richmens pawes once fasten thee, and beware It'n way thou meetst no Lawyers: thele pull thee bare, Hence: downe. I me gon. Coole night will call Frier Clement forth anon: Angels, be you his strong temptation: Wines lustfull fires him warme not: At this spring, (Scorne by the rest for him,) sprd thy gilt wing, Full in his eye; As he drinks water downe In streames of Auarice, let his weake soule drowne. I doe beseech your Highnes, yet turne backe And comfort the sad Lady, whose faire eyes Are worne away with weeping. If her eyes be worne away, what should a man doe With a blind wife? kill her with flyes? I cannot abide a woman thats fond of me. Nor I. I would loue a woman but as I loue a walnut, to cracke It, and peele it, eate the meate, and then throw away the Shell. Or as noble-men vse their great horses, when they Are past seruice: ell'em to brewers and make'em drey-horses: So vse a woman. So so. The Indians are warme without clothes, and a man Is best at ease without a woman: or if your Highnes must haue one, haue factors to buy the fairest, do ate no any, the turke, regard none, yet keepe many. You heare the Iuries verdit. hose foreman's the diuell? counsell thee to thy destruction. Destruction? why? the heauen can abide but one sun, I hpe we on earth may loue many mens daughters Tl Erminhilda so: send her home to the duke her father: And tell him too, because the disease of mariage Brings the stone with it, I hate a woman; I loue not To be cut: inclosde grounds are too rancke. Best feeding on the Commons then. Will you not mary this cha Lady then?