If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 31 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.
Go, ply your works, our Sessions are at hand. We fly to execute thy dread command. Would I could fly into a bench-hole! But what have you done? nothing. We have all like bees Wrought in that Hive of soul (the busy world:) Some ha' lain in cheesemongers 〈…〉. Would I were there but 〈…〉. For one half ounce, we had 〈…〉 soul If he melted tallow, he smelled sweetly as I do. Walk round hell's shambles, thou shalt see there sticks Some 4. butchers souls, puffed quaintly up with pricks. Sweetbreads I hold my life, that devils an ass. tailors o'erreachers, for to this 'tis grown, They scorn thy hell, having better of their own. They fear not satin nor all his works. I have with this fist beat upon rich-men's hearts, To make 'em harder: and these two thumbs thrust, (In open Churches) into brave dames ears. Damning up attention; whilst the loose eye peers For fashions of gown-wings, laces, purls, ruffs, Falls, calls, tires, wires, caps, hats, and muffs, and puffs. For so the face be smug, and carcase gay, That's all their pride. 'twill be a festival day When those sweet Ducks comes to us: lose 'em not: go: More souls you pay to hell, the less you owe. This yew-tree blast with your hot-scorching breath, A mark, (toth' witch who next sits here) of death. Ooooh.— Fireworks: Scumbroath falls. Call you this, raining down of gold? I am wet toth' skin in the shower, but 'tis with sweating for fear: had I▪ now had the conscience that some Vintners and Inholders have? here might I have gotten the devil and all. But two sins have undone me, prodigality, and covetousness: and three Pees have peppered me, the Punk, the Pot, and Pipe of smoke, out of my pocket my gold did soak. I cannot swear now, zounds I am gallant: but I can swear as many of the ragged Regiment do, zounds I have been a gallant. But I am now down, dejected, and debashed, and can better draw out a thirdendale gallant, that's to say, a gallant that wants of his true measure, than any tapster can draw him out of his scores: thus he sets up and thus he's pulls down; thus is he raised and thus declined: Nominativo, Hic Gallantus, a Gallant. Genetivo, Hugeous, brave. Datiuo Huc, If he gets once a ck, Accusativo Hunc, Of a taffeta Punk. Accusativo Hunc, 〈…〉 Hunc, Hunc, & Hoc, With 〈◊〉 up her smock▪ he's gone if he cries so. Away with him, he has the pock▪ If the pox 〈…〉, Genetivo, Horum, Yet he's a beggar in coram. Dativo, His: His gilt rapier he does miss. Accusatiuo Hos, Without his cloak he goes. Accusatiuo Has, To the Counter he must pass. Hos, has▪ & Hae●, With two catchpoles at his back. A hole he desired, and to th' hole he must go. Ablativo, ab His, Thus many a Gallant declined is.
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Goe, ply your workes, our Sessions are at hand. We fly to xeute thy dread command. Would I could flye into a bench-hole! But what haue you don? nothing. We haue all like bee Wrought in that Hye of soule (the busie world:) Some ha lyen in cheesmongers . Wud I were there but . For one halfe ounce, we had soule If he melted allow, hee smelt sweetly as I doe. Walke round hels shambles, thou shalt see there sticks Some 4. buchrs soules, puft queintly vp with pricks. Sweete-breads I hold my life, that diuels an asse. Taylors ore-reachers, for to this tis growne, They scorne thy hell, hauing better of their owne. They feare not sattin nor all his workes. I haue with this fist beate vpon rich-mens hearts, To make 'em harder: and these two thumbes thrust, (In open Churches) into braue dames eares. Damning vp attention; whilst the loose eye peeres For fashions of gowne-wings, laces, purles, ruffes, Fals, cals, tires, wires, caps, hats, and mufs, and pufs. For so the face be smug, and carkas gay, Thats all their pride. Twill be a festiuall day When those sweete Duckes comes to vs: loose 'em not: goe: More soules you pay to hell, the lesse you owe. This Ewe-tree blast with your hot-scorching breath, marke, (toth' witch who next sits here) of death. Ooooh.—Fireworkes: Scumbroath alls. Call you this, rayning downe of gold? I am wet toth' skinne in the showre, but tis with sweating for feare: had I▪ now had the conscience that some Vintners and Inholders haue? here might I haue gotten the diuell and all. But two sinnes haue vndone me, prodigalitie, and couetousnesse: and three Pees haue pepperd me, the Punck, the Pot, and Pipe of smoake, out of my pocket my gold did soake. I cannot sweare now, zounds I am gallant: but I can sweare as many of the ragged Regiment doe, zounds I haue bin a gallant. But I am now downe, deiected, and debash'd, and can better drawe out a thirdendale gallant, thats to say, a gallant that wants of his true measure, than any can draw him out of his scores: thus he vp and hee's pulls downe; thus is he raised and thus declinde: Nominatiuo, Gallantus, a Gallant. Genetiuo, Hugious, braue. Datiuo Huc, If he gets once a ck, Accusatiuo Hunc, Of a affay Punck. Accusatiuo Hunc, Hunc, Hnc, & Hoc, With vp her smock▪ Hees gon if he crye so. Away with him, he has the pock▪ If the pox , Genetiuo, Horum, Yet hees a begger in coram. Datiuo, His: His gilt rapier he does misse. Acustiuo Hos, Without his cloake he goes. Accusati Has, To the Counter he must passe. Hos, has▪ & Hae, With Catchpols at his back. ! A hole he desirde, and to t' hole he must goe. Abltiuo, ab His, Thus many a Cllant declined is.