If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 39 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 0.85 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Vengeance, I have now lost more than I have won. I shall go scot free Lurchall. Passing well? They do not smell me, yet myself I smell. Why sends your Highness, thus these Friars to play Your Herald's parts in publishing this peace? There's in't a riddle (uncle) which by none but by these Friars only, can be done.— Enter Friars above. So: are you mounted? Sing now. Sing. Yes sing, Like Swans before your deaths: there you all shall die; cive fire to this most damned priory. Alack for pity! Father, but for thee, Thunder from heaven had (long ere this) to dust Grinded these hellish buildings: that hand was just, Which struck your vicious Prior, so is our doom, That Synagogue of devils, let fire consume. But means the King that I shall burn here too? Thou? the grand villain, give him a villains due. I am no Friar, see I'm poor Bartervile. How? Bartervile? He lies the slave's a Turk. A Christian by this hand, Your officer. The city canker, the court's cozener, A devil in shape of man. Half that I have I freely give, so you my life will save. I'll lend your Highness 30000. chequines. Ten Kingdoms cannot buy thee; were there 10. hells Thart damned in all, 'Sdeath! fie that house of devils. Do: let's not want light to set forth our Revels. King, little dost thou know, whom (all this while) Thy court, this covent, and this Bartervile, Have entertained: of hell, 3. Spirits we are. How? Sent to catch souls for Pluto, our Prince and master. Defend us heavens. thyself hast burst those bands In which I once held thee: these are in our hands. If you be right sergeants, for money you'll let me go. 5000 Crowns i'll give but to go home. 3. No. I'll put in 4. brokers to be my bail: I hope they'll be (taken. Yes as thou art, (to hell,) you dog leave howling. This pile of green young devils, needs no fire Of mortals' kindling to consume, these frames, You shall with us to hell ride, all in flames. Catch. 3. Come. Let every spirit his own prize bear They are so heavy with sin, they'll soon be there. Away then and be damned, would you all were here. Oooh— Sink down, above flames. Immortal thanks for our deliverance: Race to the ground those walls: no stone shall stand, To tell such place was ever in our land, What wealth can there be found, give to the poor, Another house we'll build and thee restore, To former virginity: weep not for these ruins, Thou shalt from us have honours. Here we begin Our reign anew, which golden threads shall spin, justice shall henceforth sit upon our throne, And virtue be your king's companion. War here resigns his black and horrid stage To sportful Hymen, God of Marriage.
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Vengeance, I haue now lost more than I haue won. I shall goe scot free Lurchall. Passing well? They doe not smell me, yet my selfe I smell. Why sends your Hignes, thus these Friers to play Your heralds parts in publishing this peace? There's in't a riddle (vncle) which by none but by these Friers onely, can be don.—Enter Friers aboue. So: are you mounted? Sing now. Sing. Yes sing, Like Swannes before your deathes: there you all shall dye; Ciue fire to this most damned priory. Alacke for pitty! Father, but for thee, Thunder from heauen had (long ere this) to dust Grinded these hellish buildings: that hand was ust, Which ruke your vitious Prior, so is our doome, That Synagogue of diuells, let fire consume. But meanes the King that I shall burne here too? Thou? the grand villaine, giue him a villaines due. I am no Frier, see I'me poore Barteruile. How? Barteruile? He lyes the slaue's a Turke. A Christian by this hand, Your officer. The cittie canker, the courts cozener, A diuell in shape of man. Halfe that I haue I freely giue, so you my life will saue. Ile lend your Hyghnes 30000. chequines. Ten Kingdomes cannot buy thee; were there hel Thart dambd in all, S'death! fie that house of diuels. Doe: lets not want light to set forth our Reuels. King, little doest tho know, whom (all this while) Thy court, this Couent, and this Barteruile, Haue entertaind: of hell, 3. Spirits we are. How? Sent to catch soules for Pluto, our Prince and maister. Defend vs heauens. Thy selfe hast burst those bandes In which I once held thee: these are in our handes. If you be right Serieants, for mony youle let mee goe. 5000 Crownes ile giue but to goe home. 3. No. Ile put in 4. brokers to be my baile: I ope theile be (taken. Yes as thou art, (to hell,) vou dog leaue howling. This pile of greene young diuels, needes no fire Of mortals kindling to consume, these frames, You shall with vs to hell ride, all in flames. Catch. 3. Come. Let euery spirit his owne prize beare They are so heauy with sin, theile soone be there. Away then and be dambd, wud you all were here. Oooh—Sinck downe, aboue flames. Immortall thankes for our deliuerance: Race to the ground those wals: no stone shall stand, To tell such place was euer in our land, What welth can there be found, giue to the poore, Another house weele build and thee restore, To former virginitie: weepe not for these ruines, Thou shalt from vs haue honours. Here we begin Or reigne anew, which golden threds shall spin, Iustice shall henceforth sit vpon our throne, And vertue be your Kings companion. Warre here resignes his black and horrid stage To sportfull Hymen, God of Mariage.