If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 24 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Farewell good father, a fool: I'll give the blind a dog to lead 'em, the lame shall to the whipping-post, the sick shall die in a cage, and the hungry leap at a crust: I seed rogues, the pox shall: the world is changed: a beggar yesterday, and full of gold today: an ass today, and a prowed scab tomorrow. Stay: stand.— Golden head ascends. Stand: cannot a Gentleman grow rich, but he must keep knaves about him? That gold is none of thine. But all the craft in that great head of yours cannot get it out of my fingers. Zounds who the devil art thou? A spirit sent up from hell to make thee rich. Thank hell for it: hell makes worse fool rich in a year. That gold I laid there for thee. When do you lay again, that I may have more of these eggs? Spend those I charge thee first. Yes, Head. And bravely I charge thee. What need you be at such charges, I'll do't: but shall the poor be a penny the better for me, as the old fellow charge me, yea, or no? No. ● Within? No. whose's that? 'tis thine own Genius cries unto thee no. My Genius, I am a cook, my Genius then belike is a scullion; but when this is spent, can my Genius tell me whither I shall have more. More. More. More. More. Because my Genius keeps company with a great man, I'll take all their words; and his bond. When thou hast spent all that: I charge thee come To the black tree, that stands in Naples grove, Climb boldly to the top, and keep fast hold, For there i'll rain on thee a shower of gold, If what thou seest there, thou to any tell, Devils shall tear thee. Away. Away. Farewell. Ha, ha! down down bright spirit, thou wilt be missed anon, hell mint stands idle. Lose not that fool. Be gone. Have care to meet at next infernal court: The day draws nigh.— Goes down. I thank thee for this spirit. You that complain 'gainst Bartervile, (receiver of all our tribute-moneys) speak your wrongs; nay you have deafed our cares too much already, he does confess your crowns (paid and received) but to give back your writings there's no clause, If them you'll win, fight it out by our laws. I humbly thank your highness. A gracious doom. One day to try this plea, to hell thoult come. Ex. 2. Toth' next, we ha' business of our own, toth' next: O Bartervile! for these 200. crowns. I paid'em to that man. Now afore the King And his Lords here, thou liest: thoust paid me none. Your choler's sirrah too high. Though my collar stand So high, it scarce bears up this falling band. Thou sayst thoult swear thoust paid it: uds nails swear so, And the foul fiend go with't: 200. crowns? I ha' lost as much at loggets: swear but to revel, And spend't in hell, gallop thee and that toth' devil.
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Farewell good father, foole: Ile giue the blinde a dog to lead 'em, the lame shall to the whipping-post, the sick shall dye in a cage, and the hungry leap at a crust: I seede ogues, the pox shall: the world is changde: a begger yesterday, and full of gold to day: an asse to day, and a prow'd scab to morrow. Stay: stand.—Golden head ascends. Stand: cannot a Gentleman grow rich, but he must keepe knaues about him? That gold is none of thine. But all the craft in that great head of yours cannot get it out of my angers. Zounds who the diuel art thou? A spirit sent vp from hell to make thee rih. Thanke hell for it: hell makes worse foole rich in a yeere. That gold I laide there for thee. When doe you lay againe, that I may haue more of these egges? Spnd those I charge thee first. Yes, Head. And brauely I charge thee. What neede you be at such charges, Ile do't: but shall the poore be a pennie the better for me, as the old fellow charge me, yea, or no? No. Within? No. Whose that? Tis thine owne Genius cryes vnto thee no. My Genius, I am a cooke, my Genius then belike is a sullion; but when this is spent, can my Genius tell mee whither I shall haue more. More. More. More. More. Because my Genius keepes company with a great man, Ile take all their wordes; and his bond. When thou hast spent all that: I charge thee come To the blacke tree, that stands in Naples groue, Clymbe boldly to the top, and keepe fast hold, For there ile rayne on thee a showre of gold, If what thou seest there, thou to any tell, Diuels shall teare thee. Away. Away. Farewell. Ha, ha! downe downe bright spirit, thou wt bee mist anon, hell mynt stands ydle. Loose not that foole. Be gon. Haue care to meete at next infernall court: The day drawes nye.—Goes downe. I thanke thee for this spirit. You that complaine gainst Barteruile, (receiuer of all our tribute-monies) speak your wrongs; nay you haue deafl'd our cares too much already, hee does confesse your crownes (payde and receiude) but to giue backe your writings ther's no clause, If them youle win, fight it out by our lawes. I humbly thanke your highnes. A gratious doome. One day to try this plea, to hel thowlt come. Ex. 2. Toth next, we ha businesse of our owne, toth' next: O Barteruile! for these 2o. crownes. I payde'em to that man. Now afore the King And his Lords here, thou liest: th'ast payde me none. Your chollers sirra too hye. Tho my collar stand So hye, it scarce beares vp this falling band. Thou say'st thowlt sweare th'ast payd it: vd nailes sweare so, And the fowle eende goe with't: 200. crownes? I ha lost as much at loggets: sweare but to reuel, And spend't in hel, gallop thee and that toth' diuel.