If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 28 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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Thou hadst like t'ha' sent me swearing into Hell, I'll weave my Nets myself, how dost thou like me? Is not this habit turk-merchant-like? A mere Turk sir, none can take you for less. King borrow 30000. Chequines of me! ha, ha! But pray sir, what be't turns you into a Turk? That, for which many their Religion, Most men their Faith, all change their honesty, Profit, (that guilded god) Commodity. He that would grow damned-rich, yet live secure, Must keep a case of Faces, sometimes demure. Sometimes a grum-surly sir, now play the Jew, Than the Precisian; Not a man we'll view. But varies so. myself, (of bashful nature) Am thus supplied by Art. Mine own dear creature. But sit, your Aims, and ends in this. marry these— A hundred thousand florins fill my Coffers, Some of it is mine own, and some the Kings, Some taken up at use of sundry Merchants, To pay at six six months, on mine own band,) Sue that, I'll keep the moneys in my hand. You'll break sir. Not mine own neck, but their backs; To get their moneys, Bartaruile must die, Make will, name an executer, which am I. Rare! Given out his kinsman, lately employed him in Turkey. What will hence befall? Like an executer will I cozen all. Make creditors Orphans, and widows spend those tears They saved from their late husbands burials; They get not ij. d. i'th' pound. they'll tell the King. The King? ha ha: the King is going this way; He means to borrow, (If the wars holds) my gold: yes: when tomorrow. All debts of mine, on him shall be conferred, iha' briefs and tickets which from time to time Show what large sums his minions ha' fetched from me, His tribute money has paid it, that's no matter, The world bites these dead, whom alive they flatter. And so must I; then give it out I left A complete state, but the king's death bereft Me of those sums he owed. Say the King prevails. With that wind must I likewise shift my sail: And where the fox gets nothing, will turn Ape, Make legs, crouch, kiss my paw, present some stale Device of virtues triumph to express How much I joy him safe, with nothing less. But how can you excuse your turning Turk? Easiest of all: I'll swear, this saved my life, Pursued by kennels of barking creditors: For my much love to him, and thus being forced To walk obscure, my credit fell to wrack, Want of return made all my factors break, In parts remote; to recompense which loss, And that with safety I may give direction To my disturbed state, crave I the king's protection. Protection! what's that? A merchant, and yet know'st not What a protection is? I'll tell thee. Pray sir, for I never broke with any man.
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Thou hadst like t'ha sent mee swearing into Hell, Ile weaue my Nettes my selfe, how doest thou like mee? Is not this habite Turke-Merchant-like? A meere Turke sir, none can take you for lesse. King borrow 30000. Chequines of me! ha, ha! But pray sir, what ist turnes you into a Turke? That, for which manie their Religion, Most men their Faith, all chaunge their honestie, Profite, (that guilded god) Commoditie. Hee that would grow damnd-Rich, yet liue secure, Must keepe a case of Faces, sometimes demure. Sometimes a grum-surly sir, now play the Iewe, Then the Precisian; Not a man weele viewe. But varies so. My selfe, (of bashfull nature) Am thus supplyed by Arte. Mine owne deere creature. But sit, your Aymes, and endes in this. Mary these— A hundred thousand-lorens fill my Coffers, Some of it is mine owne, and some the Kings, Some taken vp at vse of sundry Merchants, To pay at six six monthes, on mine owne band,) Sue that, Ile keepe the monies in my hand. Youle breke sir. Not mine owne necke, but their backes; To get ther monies, Bartaruile must die, Make will, name an executer, which am I. Rre! Giuen out his kinsman, lately imployed him in Turky. What will hence befall? Like an executer will I cozen all. Make creditors Orphans, and widowes spend those teares They sau'de from their late husbands burialls; They get not ij. d▪ it'h pound. Theile tell the King. The King? ha ha: the King is going this way; He meanes to borrow, (If the warres holds) my gold: yes: when to morrow. All debts of mine, on him shall be conferd, Iha breifes and tickets which from time to time Shew what large summes his minions ha fetcht from me, His tribute mony has payd it, that's no matter, The world bites these dead, whom aliue they flatter. And so must I; then giue it out I left A compleate state, but the Kings death bereft Me of those summes he owde. Say the King preuailes. With that wind must I likewise shift my aile: And where the fox gets nothing, will turne Ape, Make legges, crouch, kisse my paw, present some stale Deuice of vertues triumph to expresse How much I ioy him safe, with nothing lesse. But how can you excuse your turning Turke? Easiest of all: Ile sweare, this saude my life, Pursued by kennells of barking creditors: For my much loue to him, and thus being forcde To walke obscure, my credit fell to wracke, Want of returne made all my factors breake, In parts remote; to recompence which losse, And that with setie I may giue direction To my disturbd state, eraue I the Kings protection. Protection! whats that? A merchant, and yet know'st not What a protection is? Ile tell thee. Pray sir, for I neuer broke with any man.