If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 27 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.70 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I fear RELIGIONS Fall: Alack I see This world's a City built by the most high, But kept by man, (God's) greatest enemy. Let ill-news fly together, thou art full of tears, But I more full of woes, of cares, of fears. 'Sdeath shall we have yet fair weather? here's one storm more. Calabria's Duke demands of you a Daughter. Let me but lie with's wife, I'll give him a Son. He sends for Erminghild. Deliver her. S s not to be found. You're an old Fool, To ask for that which is not. Thus he says, Deny her and look for wars. So go your ways. I'm quickly gone. With Sack i'll swear you are, This was short and sweet,— seems then we shall ha' wars, Bohor, the Drum must▪ scold, the Canon thunder: Fighting about a wench. Tush, that's no wonder, Who bailed him out of 〈…〉 Out of mine eye. I never begged before, Pardon his crime (I entreat) and back restore Both your high favour to him, and his place. Let me want life, rather than want your Grace. Do you think I'll lose the king's gift? I'll send you Gold. That stops my mouth, pray let him still Sir hold, This Office of Receiver, I resign That part which I have in it. And I all mine. Sirra, thank these Lords. I shall their loves deserve. Bartervile, we have wars, I'll have thee lend me some▪ 30000. chequins at least. Take all my Gold. well, get you home with your bags sir, we'll make bold. Your Majesty shall have what bags you will, Bags only, but I'll keep my money still. Now Shalcan, some new Spirit. A thousand wenches Stark-naked, to play at Leapfrog. Oh rare sight! Your uncle. 'Sdeath, still haunted with this grey sprite. You need no Tailors now, but Armourers, There's a dear reckoning for you all to pay, About a Lady; the Calabrian Duke Is on a March: the Lightning flashes now, You'll hear the crack anon. Before the star To call whom up, the wakeful Cock doth sing be twice more seen abroad; At your City gates The devils pursuivant will beat (the Canon) Will these brisk leaders (stuck with Estridge-feathers▪) Go brave your enemy now, and beat his back? Save thee, thy Kingdom, and themselves from wrack? Dotard, I scorn to take prescription From any breath to which ours is supreme, Stood Devils with fireworks on your battlements, A thousand Armed Ioues at your proud walls Hurling forked Thunder, and the gates rammed up With piles of Citizens heads, our springtide pleasures No adverse winds, no Torrent shall resist▪ Midst flames we'll dance, and die a Nerenist. Fight you, you're good for nothing else. They mock us. All stark mad: let us be wise, And fly from buildings falling toth' surer side, If we can his safety, if not, (our own provide.)
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I feare RELIGIONS Fall: Alacke I see This world's a Cittie built by the most Hie, But kept by man, (GODS) greatest enemie. Let ill-Newes flye together, thou art full of teares, But I more full of woes, of cares, of feares. S'death shall wee haue yet faire weather? Heeres one storme more. Calbrias Dke demaunds of you a Daughter▪ Let me but lye with's wife, Ile giue him a Sonne. Hee sends for Erminghld. Deliuer her. S s not to be found. Ya're an olde Foole, To aske for that which is not. Thus hee sayes, Denie her and looke for warres. So goe your wayes. I'me quickly gone. With Sacke ile sweare you , This was short and sweete,—Seem then we shal ha warres, Bohor, the Drumme must▪ scolde, the anon thunder: Fighting about a wench. Tush, thats no wonder, Who bayld him out of Out of mine eye. I neur begd before, Pdon his (I intreate) and backe restore Both your hye fauour to him, and his place. Let me want life, rather then want your Grace. Doe you thinke Ile loose the Kings gift? Ile send you Golde. That stops my mouth, pray let him still Sir hold, This Office of Receiuer, I resigne That part which I haue in it. And I all mine. Sirr, thanke these Lords. I shall their loues deserue. Barteruile, wee haue warres, Ile haue thee lend mee some▪ 30000. Chicquines at least. Take all my Golde. We, get you home with your bags sir, weele make bold. Your Maiestie shall haue what bags you will, Bags onely, but Ile keepe my money still. Now Shalcan, some newe Spirit. A thousand wenches Stark-nak'd, to play at Leap-frog▪ Oh rare sight! Your vncle. Sdeath, still haunted with this gray sprite. You need no Taylors now, but Armorers, Theres a deere reckoning for you all to pay, About a Ladie; the Calabrian Duke Is on a March: the Lightning flashes now, Youle heare the cracke anone. Before the starre To call whome vp, the wakefull Cocke doth sing Bee twice more seene abroad; At your Citie gates The Diuells puseunt will beate (the Canon) Will these briske leaders (stucke with Estridge-feathers▪) Goe braue your enemie now, and beate backe? Saue thee, thy Kingdome, and themselues from wracke? Doard, I scorne to take prescription From any breath to which ours is supreame, Stood Diuels with fire-works on your battlements, A thousand Armed Ioues at your proude walls Hurling forked Thunder, and the gates rambd vp With piles of Citizens heads, our spring-tyde pleasures No aduerse windes, no Torrent shall resist▪ Midst flames weele dance, and dye a Nerenist. Fight you, yare good for nothing else. They mocke vs. All starke mad: let vs be wise, And flye from buidldings falling to'th surer side, If wee can his safety, if not, (our owne prouide.)