If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 22 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.80 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Let me but have one blow at's head with my cleaver Ith' kitchen, and I freely forgive him, or let me bounce at him. These bloody thoughts will damn thee into hell. Do you think so? what becomes of our roaring boys then that stab healths one to another, do you think they will be damned up too? I think so, for I know it, dear son to prayer, Two sins beset thee, murder, and despair, I charge thee meet me at my cell anon, To save thee will I spend my orison. In name of heaven I charge thee to be gone. Well sir▪ the cold water of your counsel has laid the neat of my fury: he had met with his match, but I will shoot off my anger, I will be gone, and why? Look you, because the moon is up and makes horns at one of us; As the nobleman's coach is drawn by four horses, the knights by two, & the cuckold by three, even so am I drawn away with none at all. Vale, Bonos Noches: I am possessed still: It buzzes, here. Vale. Blessed star of light, stuck there to illuminate This world darkened o'er with sin: thou watchest late, To guide man's coming home, showing thereby heavens care of us, seeing how we tread awry We have two great lights for midnight and for noon, Because black deeds at no time should be done. All hail to thee (now my best guide) be given, What needs I earth's candle, having the lamp of heaven? Now Benedicite? where am I? O whether am I going? which way came I? Ah welladay, I come to fill my pot, With water not with thee; thou art misbegot. Else wouldst thou not lie there; what orphan's blood Hast thou sucked out, to make this golden flood? None drink this well but I, how is it than Thou thus way-lay'st me, (thief to the soul of man? Would some poor wretch (by loss of law undone) Had thee: go do him good: me canst thou none. My wholesome cup is poisoned, it flows o'er With man's damnation (gold,) drink there no more Not taste what all men thirst for? old and so brave, When money assaults, one combat more I'll have. So, ho, ho, father, Subprior. who's there? what art thou callst me? One that feeds the hungry, the cook sir, Scumbroth. Come hither, I have for thee a golden prize. Ha ha: he'll take it. villains and fools will ha' gold, (though got from hell,) But they who do so, (as thou shalt) pay for't well. But stay, father Subprior, before we go one step farther, what do you think I have done since I went from you? No hurt I hope, say hast thou? Hurt? If I did hurt in that, how much harm do Almanac makers, who lie coldly quivering at it all the year long? I did do nothing but stand staring at the man in the moon.
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Let me but haue one blow ats head with my cleauer Ith kitchin, and I freely forgiue him, or let me bownce at him. Tese bloudie thoughts will dam thee into hell. Doe you thinke so what becomes of our roaring boyes then that healths one to another, doe you thinke they will be damb vp too? I thinke so, for I know it, deere sonne to prayer, Two sinnes beset thee, murder, and despaite, I charge thee meete me at my cell anon, To saue thee will I spend my oson. In name of heauen I charge thee to be gon. Well si ▪ the cold water of your counsell has laid the neate of my urie: he had met with his match, but I wil shoote off my anger, I will be gon, and why? Looke you, because the moone is vp and makes hornes at one of vs; As the noblemans coach is drawne by foure horses, the knights by two, & the cuckold by three, euen so am I drawne away with none at all. Vale, Bonos Noches: I am possest still: It buzzes, here. Vale. Blest star of light, stucke there to illuminate This world darkned or'e with sin: thou watchest late, To guide mans comming home, shewing thereby Heauens care of vs, seeing how we tread awry We haue two great lights for midnight and for noon, Because blacke deeds at no time should be don. All haile to thee (now my best guide) be giuen, What needs I earths candle, hauing the lamp of heauen? Now Benedicite? where am I? O whether am I going? which way came I? Ah wellada, I come to fill my pot, With water not with thee; thou art mis begot. Else wouldst thou not lye there; what Orphans blood Hst thou suckt out, to make this golden flood? None drinke this well but I, how is it than Thou thus way-lay'st me, (theefe to the soule of man? Would some poore wretch (by lsse of law vndone) Had thee: goe doe him good: me canst thou none. My wholesome cup is poysond, it flowes or'e With mans damnation (gold,) drinke there no more Not tast what all men thirst for? old and so braue, When mony assaults, one combat more Ile haue. So, ho, ho, father, Subprior. Whoes there? what art thou callst me? One that feeds the hungry, the cooke sir, Scumbroth. Come hither, I haue for thee a golden prize. Ha ha: heele take it. Villaines and fooles will ha gold, (tho got from hell,) But they who doe so, (as thou shalt) pay for't well. But stay, father Subprior, before we goe one step farder, what doe you thinke I haue done since I went from you? No hurt I hope, say hast thou? Hurt? If I did hurt in that, how much hame doe Almake makers, who lye coldly quiuering at it all the yeare long? I did doe nothing but stand staring at the man in the moone.