If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 37 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Ha ha, the rent of a cellar never was so dear. On beat the drum. Are the rest tane? Yes. The grand-pirate's here. Here's the devils bellows, kindled all those fires, Which now are burning: This is the Snake, whose sting (being kept warm in the bosom of a King) Struck him toth' heart: This he, who by the force Of his damned Arguments, was the first divorce, Of the king's Love, this is Bohor. This that Serpent, Youhave all (like Traitors) wrought a PRINCE's fall, And all shall taste one death. Sirrah, where's the King? Warrant me life, i'll bring you to the place where you shall take him. wilt thou betray him Slave? Yes. Thou shalt have life. And you the King shall have. And the Gallows shall have thee, else hang me. Away Alas, whereas the sub Prior? Here, what ailest thou? Can you pick nothing out of my face? Is there not a Deaths-head standing on my shoulders? Why, what's the matter? The Lord prior is called away: Whither, by whom? By the Great-head, I think he cozened me, He is gone to the black-squib-tree, to Iudas Oak! set by the Devil, I told you then, I saw Friar Rush spit fire amongst other hell-cats, and ye would not believe me▪ Now I tell you, that the Prior is choked; will his choking go down your throat? How choked? Yes, choked: that of which men die o'ernight, and are well the next morning, wine has killed the Lord prior: he would in a bravery taste the liquour of our Vines, because you threatened he should never lick his lips after. And the Kernel of a grape stopped his windpipe, for want of a scouring-stick. Art thou sure he is dead? How dead, because I would be sure, I cut his throat of purpose, to take out the Kernel. Most fearful and prodigious, whither run'st thou? To see more throats cut, and Execution of certain Gallants is this morning. And I came running to see them, who like a whore spoils every good thing that comes into his hand. The hangman, I leave you to the Gallows. Welcome dear brother: now your heed must be Not to look back at this world's vanity, Riches and pleasures: you have laid aside That Garment, and must now be mortified. I am mortified, I warrant you. So is the Devil. Your Gold and silver, you must see no more. O Fie! give it every farthing to the poor, When I have sent for't hither. That will be never. Your money shallbe spent in pious sort. I know that: Let my soul be the better for't, That's all I crave for, after I am dead. Many a Requiem for it shall be said. What Drum is this? friars stand upon your Guard. The Priory is beset with Armed-men, Of which some Troops are entered. I am betrayed. Lurchall I feel my weazand pipe cut. I warrant you.
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Ha ha, the rent of a cellar neuer was so deere. On beate the drum. Are the rest tanc? Yes. The graund-Pyrat's here. Heres the Diuells bellowes, kindled all those fires, Which now are burning: This is the Snake, whose sting (being kept warme in the bosome of a King) Struck him to'thheart: This hee, who by the force Of his damb'd Arguments, was the first diuorce, Of the Kings Loue, this is Bohor. This that Serpent, Y'haue all (like Traytors) wrought a Princes fall, And all shall taste one death. Sirra, wheres the King? Warrant mee life, ile bring you to the place where you shall take him. Wult thou betray him Slaue? Yes. Thou shalt haue life. And you the King shall haue. And the Gallows shall haue thee, else hang me. Away Alas, whereas the sub Prior? Here, what ailest thou? Can you picke nothing out of my face? Is there not a Deaths-head standing on my shoulders? Why, what's the matter? The Lord Pryor is called away: Whtiher, by whome? By the Great-head, I thinke he couzened ee, Hee is gone to the blacke-squibbe-tree, to Iudas Oke! set by the Diuell, I tolde you then, I saw rier Rush spit fire amongst other Hel-ct, and yee woud not belieue me▪ Now I tell you, that the Pryor is choackt; will his choaking goe downe your throate? How choackt? Yes, choackt: that of which men die ore-night, and are well the next morning, wine has kild the Lorde Pryor: he ud in a brauerie taste the liquor of our Vines, because you thratned he should neuer licke his lippes after. And the Kernell of a grape stopt his winde-pipe, for want of a kowring-sticke. Art thou sure hee is dead? How dead, because I wud be sure, I cut his throate of purpose, to take out the Kernell. Most fearefull and prodigious, whither runst thou? To see more throates cut, and Execution of certaine Gallants is this morning. And I came running to see them, who like a whore spoyles euery good thing that comes into his hand. The hang-man, I leaue you to the Gallowes. Welcome deare brother: now your heede must be Not to looke backe at this worlds vanitie, Riches and pleasures: you haue laide aside That Garment, and must now be mortifide. I am mortifide, I warrant you. So is the Diuell. Your Gold and siluer, you must see no more. O ye! giue it euery farthing to the poore, When I haue sent for't hither. That will be neuer. Your money shalbe spent in pious sort. I know that: Let my sle be the better or't, Thats all I craue for, after I am dead. Many a Requem for it shall be said. What Dru is ? ryers stand pon your Guard. The Prioe is beset with Armed-men, Of which some Troupes are . I am betrayd. Lurchall I feele my wezand pipe cut. I warrant you.