Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 459 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Peace a little bird, he shall kill them all and they were twenty more on 'em then there are. Now Fortune, if thou be'st not only ill, Show me thy better face, and bring about Thy desperate wheel, that I may climb at length And stand, this is our place of meeting, If love have any constancy. Oh age! Where only wealthy men are counted happy: How shall I please thee? how deserve thy smiles? When I am only rich in misery? My father's blessing, and this little coin Is my inheritance, a strong revenue, From earth thou art, and to the earth I give thee, There grow and multiply, whilst fresher air, Breeds me a fresher fortune, how, illusion! What hath the Devil coined himself before me? 'Tis mettle good, it rings well, I am waking, And taking too I hope, now God's dear blessing Upon his heart that left it here, 'tis mine, These pearls, I take it, were not left for swine. I do not like that this unthrifty youth should embezzle away the money; the poor Gentlewoman his mother will have a heavy heart for it God knows. And reason good, sweet heart. But let him go, I'll tell Raph a tale in's ear shall fetch him again with a Wanion I warrant him, if he be above ground, and besides George, here are a number of sufficient Gentlemen can witness, and myself, and yourself, and the musicians, if we be called in question, but here comes Raph, George, thou shalt hear him speak, an he were an emperal. Comes not sir Squire again? Right courteous Knight, Your Squire doth come and with him comes the Lady, For and the Squire of Damsels as I take it. Madam if any service or devoir Of a poor errant Knight may right your wrongs, Command it, I am priest to give you succour, For to that holy end I bear my Armour, Alas sir, I am a poor Gentlewoman, and I have lost my money in this forest. Desert, you would say Lady, and not lost Whilst I have sword and lance, dry up your tears Which ill befits the beauty of that face: And tell the story, if I may request it, Of your disastrous fortune. Out alas, I left a thousand pound, a thousand pound, e'en all the money I had laid up for this youth, upon the sight of your Mastership, you looked so grim, and as I may say it, saving your presence, more like a Giant than a mortal man. I am as you are Lady, so are they All mortal, but why weeps this gentle Squire. Has he not cause to weep do you think, when he hath lost his inheritance?
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Peace a little bird, hee shall kill them all and they were twentie more on 'em then there are. Now Fortune, if thou bee'st not onely ill, Shew me thy better face, and bring about Thy desperate wheele, that I may clime at length And stand, this is our place of meeting, If loue haue any constancie. Oh age! Where onely wealthy men are counted happie: How shall I please thee? how deserue thy smiles? When I am onely rich in misery? My fathers blessing, and this little coine Is my inheritance, a strong reuenew, From earth thou art, and to the earth I giue thee, There grow and multiply, whilst fresher aire, Breeds me a fresher fortune, how, illusion! What hath the Diuell coin'd himselfe before me? 'Tis mettle good, it rings well, I am waking, And taking too I hope, now Gods deere blessing Vpon his heart that left it here, 'tis mine, These pearles, I take it, were not left for swine. I do not like that this vnthrifty youth should embecill away the money; the poore Gentlewoman his mother will haue a heauy heart for it God knowes. And reason good, sweet heart. But let him go, I'le tell Raph a tale in's eare shall fetch him againe with a Wanion I warrant him, if hee bee aboue ground, and besides George, heere are a number of sufficient Gentlemen can witnesse, and my selfe, and your selfe, and the Musitians, if we be cal'd in question, but here comes Raph, George, thou shalt here him speake, an he were an Emperall. Comes not sir Squire againe? Right courteous Knight, Your Squire doth come and with him comes the Lady, For and the Squire of Damsels as I take it. Madam if any seruice or deuoire Of a poore errant Knight may right your wrongs, Command it, I am prest to giue you succour, For to that holy end I beare my Armour, Alas sir, I am a poore Gentlewoman, and I haue lost my monie in this forrest. Desart, you would say Lady, and not lost Whilst I haue sword and launce, dry vp your teares Which ill befits the beauty of that face: And tell the storie, if I may request it, Of your disasterous fortune. Out alas, I left a thousand pound, a thousand pound, e'ne all the monie I had laid vp for this youth, vpon the sight of your Maistership, you lookt so grim, and as I may say it, sauing your presence, more like a Giant then a mortall man. I am as you are Ladie, so are they All mortall, but why weepes this gentle Squire. Has hee not cause to weepe doe you thinke, when he hath lost his inheritance?