If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 30 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.79 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Lead. Yes, I will lead (big Head) whatsoever follows, Many a gallant for gold, has climbed higher on a gallows' The storm even as Head nodded) is coming: Cook, lick thy fingers, now or never. Now or never. Oooh. This is the tree. On which would you all were hanged, so I were off it, and safe at home. And this (I am sure 'tis this) the horrid grove Where witches broods engender, (our place of meeting.) Do witches engender here: zounds I shall be the devils bawd whilst he goes to his lechery. And this the hideous black infernal hour: Hanno appearance yet? if their least minute Our vassals break, sink shall these trees to hell. Alas! This grove i'll turn into a brimstone lake Which shall be ever-burning. The best is, if I be a match in the devils tinderbox, I can stink no worse than I do already. Not yet come▪ Oooh! Oooh, oooh. Sure the fear no Christian Devils, they so love one another. Stand forth. friar Rush amongst 'em And here unlade you of that precious freight For which you went, (men's souls;) what voyage is made? No saving voyage, but a damning. Good. I thought the devil was turned Merchant, there's so many Pirates at Sea. Ith' Court of Naples have I prospered well, And brave souls shall I shortly ship to hell▪ In sensual streams, Courtier and King I ha' crowned, From whence war is flowing, whose tide shall all confound. Are there gentlemen devils too? this is one of those, who studies the black Art, that's to say, drinks Tobacco. Are all then good i'th' City? No Lucifer. No nor scarce i'th' suburbs. Great Prince of devils, Thy hests I have obeyed, I am bartering for one soul, able to lade An argosy; if City, oaths, if perjuries, Cheatings, or gnawing men's souls by usuries, If all the villainies (that a City can,) Are able to get thee a son, I ha' found that man. Serve him up,— Alas, now now. Damnation gives his soul but one turn more, 'cause he shall be enough. It's no marvel if markets be dear, when the City is bound to find the devil roast-meat. Has Rush lain idle? Idle? no Lucifer. All the world is turned devil. Rush is one too, Idle? I have your nimblest devil been, In twenty shapes begetting sin. One was to get me thrust out of the priory. I am fishing for a whole shoal of Friars. All are gluttoning or muttoning, stabbing or swelling there's only one Lamb scapes my killing, But I will have him: then there's a cook.— Whose arse makes buttons. Of whom I some revenge have took. The devil choke you for't. He mickle scathe has done me, And the knave thinks to outrun me. Not too fast. Kick his guilty soul hither. I'll drive him to despair, And make him hang himself. For hanging I stand fair.
nodes 1744–1810 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 44 in this edition
Length
493 words · 703 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Leade. Yes, I will lead (big Head) whatsoeuer followes, Many a gallant for gold, has climbde higher on a gallowes' The storme euen as Head nodded) is comming: Cooke, licke thy fingers, now or neuer. Now or neuer. Oooh. This is the tree. On which would you all were hang'd, so I were off it, and safe at home. And this (I am sure tis this) the horrid groue Where witches broodes ingender, (our pace of meeting.) Doe witches ingender here: zounds I shall bee the diuels bawde whilest he goes to his techerie. And this the hideous black infernall howre: Hano appearance yet? if their least minute Our vassailes breake, sinck shall these trees to hell. Alas! This groue ile turne into a brimstone lake Which shall be euer-burning. The best is, if I be a match in the diuels tinderbox, I can stinck no worse than I doe alreadie. Not yet come▪ Oooh! Oooh, oooh. Sure the feare no Christian Diuels, they so loue one another. Stand forth. Frier Rush amongst 'em And here vnlade you of that pretious reight For which you went, (mens soules;) what voyage is made? No sauing voyage, but a damning. Good. I thought the diuell was turnde Merchant, theres so many Pirates at Sea. Ith Court of Naples haue I prospred well, And braue soules shall I shortly ship to hell▪ In sensuall streames, Courtier and King I ha crownde, From whence warre is flowing, whose tyde shall all confound. Are there gentlemen diuels too? this is one of those, who studies the black Art, thats to say, drinkes Tobacco. Are all then good ith Citie? No Lucifer. No nor scarce ith suburbes. Great Prince of diuels, Thy hests I haue obayde, I am bartring for one soule, able to lade An Argocy; if Citie, oathes, if periuries, Cheatings, or gnawing mens soules by vsuries, If all the villanies (that a Citty can,) Are able to get thee a sonne, I ha found that man. Serue him vp,—stands vp. Alas, now now. Damnation giues his soule but one turne more, Cause he shall be enough. Its no meruaile if markets be deere, when the is bund to find the diuell roast-meate. Has Rush lyen ydle? Ydle? no Lucifer. All the world is turnd diuell. Rush is one too, Ydle? I haue your nimblest diuell bin, In twentie shapes begetting sin. One was to get me thrust out of the priory. I am fishing for a whole schoale of Friers. Al are gluttoning or muttoning, stabbīg or swelling Ther's onely one Lambe scapes my killing, But I will haue him: then theres a cooke.— Whose arse makes buttons. Of whom I some reuenge haue tooke. The diuell choake you fort. He mickle scath has done me, And the knaue thinkes to outrun me. Not too fast. Kick his guily soule hither. Ile driue him to despaire, And make him hang himselfe. For hanging I stand faire.