Munday, Anthony / Middleton, Thomas · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.80 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Under my Chariot-wheels her Bones lie priest, She ne'er shall rise again, great Power this day, Is given into thy hand, make use on't Lord, And let thy Will and Appetite sway the Sword, Down with them all now, whom thy heart envies, Let not thy Conscience come into thine Eyes This twelvemonth, if thou lov'st revenge or gain, I'll teach thee to cast mists, to blind the plain And simple eye of Man, he shall not know't, Nor see thy Wrath when 'tis upon his throat, All shall be carried with such Art and Wit, That what thy Lust Acts, shall be counted fit, Then for Attendants that may best observe thee, I'll pick out Sergeants of my band to serve thee, Here's Gluttony and Sloth, two precious Slaves, Will tell thee more than a whole heard of Knaves, The worth of every Office to a Hair, And who bids most, and bow the Markets are, Let them alone to smell, and for a need, They'll bring thee in Bribes for Measure and light Bread, Keep thy eye winking, and thy hand wide ope, Than thou shalt know what Wealth is, and the scope Of rich Authority, Ho 'tis sweet and dear, Make use of Time then, thou'st but one poor Year, And that will quickly slide, then be not nice, Both Power and Profit cleaves to my Advice, And what's he locks his Ear from those sweet Charms, Or runs not to meet Gain with wide-stretched Arms, There is a poor thin threadbare thing, called Truth, I give thee warning of her, if she speak Stop both thine ears close, most Professions break That ever dealt with her, an Unlucky thing, she's almost sworn to nothing, I can bring A thousand of our Parish, besides Queans, That near knew what Truth meant, nor ever means. Some I could cull out here, e'en in this Throng, If I would show my Children, and how strong I were in faction; 'las poor simple Stray, she's all her life time finding out one way: She 'as but one foolish way, straight on, right forward, And yet she makes a toil on't, and goes on With Care and Fear forsooth, when I can run Over a hundred with delight and pleasure, Backways, and by-ways, and fetch in my Treasure After the wishes of my heart, by shifts, Deceits, and slights, and I'll give thee those gifts; I'll show thee all my corners yet untold, The very nooks where Beldames hide their gold, In hollow walls and chimneys, where the Sun Never yet shone, nor Truth came ever near, This of thy Life I'll make the golden year: Follow me then. Envy. Learn now to scorn thy Inferiors, those must love thee, And wish to eat their Hearts, that sit above thee.
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Vnder my Chariot-wheeles her Bones lye preſt, She ner'e ſhall riſe againe, great Power this day, Is giuen into thy hand, make vſe on't Lord, And let thy Will and Appetite ſway the Sword, Downe with them all now, whom thy heart enuies, Let not thy Conſcience come into thine Eyes This twelue-month, if thou lou'ſt reuenge or gaine, Ile teach thee to caſt miſts, to blinde the plaine And ſimple eye of Man, he ſhall not know't, Nor ſee thy Wrath when 'tis vpon his throte, All ſhall be carried with ſuch Art and Wit, That what thy Luſt Acts, ſhal bee counted fit, Then for Attendants that may beſt obſerue thee, Il'e picke out Seriants of my band to ſerue thee, Heres Gluttony and Sloth, two pretious Slaues, Wil tell thee more then a whole heard of Knaues, The worth of euery Office to a Haire, And who bids moſt, and bow the Markets are, Let them alone to ſmell, and for a need, They'l bring thee in Bribes for Meaſure and light Bread, Keepe thy eye winking, and thy hand wide ope, Then thou ſhalt know what Wealth is, and the ſcope Of rich Authority, Ho tis ſweete and deere, Make vſe of Time then, thou'ſt but one poore Yeare, And that will quickly ſlide, then be not nice, Both Power and Profite cleaues to my Aduice, And what's he lockes his Eare from thoſe ſweet Charmes, Or runs not to meet Gaine with wide-ſtretch't Armes, There is a poore thin thred-bare thing, cal'd Truth, I giue thee warning of her, if ſhee ſpeake Stop both thine eares cloſe, moſt Profeſſions breake That euer delt with her, an Vnlucky thing, Shee's almoſt ſworne to nothing, I can bring A thouſand of our Pariſh, beſides Queanes, That nere knew what Truth meant, nor euer meanes. Some I could cull out here, e'en in this Throng, If I would ſhow my Children, and how ſtrong I were in faction; 'ldſſe poore ſimple Stray, Shee's all her life time finding out one way: Shee' as but one fooliſh way, ſtreight on, right forward, And yet ſhe makes a toyle on't, and goes on With Care and Feare forfooth, when I can run Ouer a hundred with delight and pleaſure, Backe-waies, and by-waies, and fetch in my Treaſure After the wiſhes of my heart, by ſhifts, Deceits, and ſlightes, and Ile giue thee thoſe giftes; Ile ſhow thee all my corners yet vntold, The very nookes where Beldams hide their gold, In hollow wals and chimneies, where the Sun Neuer yet ſhone, nor Truth came euer neere, This of thy Life Ile make the golden yeare: Follow me then. Enuy. Learne now to ſcorne thy Inferiours, thoſe muſt loue thee, And wiſh to eate their Hearts, that ſit aboue thee.