Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 35 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 509 words
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To such a one as these are, must I come, Hunger will draw me into their fellowship, To fight and scramble for unsavoury Scraps, That come from unknown hands, perhaps unwashed: And would that were the worst; for I have noted, That nought goes to the Prisoners, but such food As either by the weather has been tainted, Or Children, nay sometimes full paunched Dogs, Have overlicked, as if men had determined That the worst Sustenance, which is God's Creatures, however they're abused, are good enough For such vild Creatures as abuse themselves. O what a Slave was I unto my Pleasures? How drowned in Sin, and overwhelmed in Lust? That I could write my repentance to the world, And force th'impression of it in the hearts Of you, and my acquaintance, I might teach them By my example, to look home to Thrift, And not to range abroad to seek out Ruin: Experience shows, his Purse shall soon grow light, Whom Dice wastes in the day, Drabs in the night: Let all avoid false Strumpets, Dice, and Drink; For he that leaps in Mud, shall quickly sink. Yonder's the man. I thank you. How is it with you, sir? What on the ground? Look up, there's comfort towards you. Belike some charitable Friend has sent a Shilling, What is your Business? Liberty. There's virtue in that word; I'll rise up to you. Pray let me hear that cheerful word again. The able, and well-minded Widow Raysby, Whose hand is still upon the poor man's Box, Hath in her Charity remembered you: And being by your Master seconded, Hath taken order with your Creditors For day, and payment; and freely from her Purse, By me her Deputy, she hath discharged All Duties in the House: Besides, to your necessities, This is bequeathed, to furnish you with Clothes. Speak you this seriously? 'tis not my practice to mock Misery. Be ever praised that Divinity, That has to my oppressed state raised Friends: still be his blessings powered upon their heads: Your hand, I pray, That have so faithfully performed their wills: If ere my industry, joined with their loves, Shall raise me to a competent estate, Your name shall ever be to me a friend. In your good wishes, you requite me amply. All Fees, you say, are paid? there's for your love. I thank you sir, and glad you are released. How Apparel makes a man respected; the very children in the street do adore me: for if a Boy that is throwing at his jack-a-lent chance to hit me on the shins: Why I say nothing but, Tu quoque, smile, and forgive the Child with a beck of my hand, or some such like token: so by that means, I do seldom go without broken shins. The blessings of your Mistress fall upon you, And may the heat and spirit of Hee-lip, Endue her with matter above her understanding, That she may only live to admire you, or as the Italian says; Que que dell fogo Ginni Coxcombie.
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To such a one as these are, must I come, Hunger will draw mee into their fellowship, To fight and scramble for vnsauerie Scraps, That come from vnknowne hands, perhaps vnwasht: And would that were the worst; for I haue noted, That nought goes to the Prisoners, but such food As either by the weather has been tainted, Or Children, nay sometimes full paunched Dogges, Haue overlickt, as if men had determind That the worst Sustenance, which is Gods Creatures, How euer they're abusde, are good enough For such vild Creatures as abuse themselues. O what a Slaue was I vnto my Pleasures? How drownd in Sinne, and ouerwhelmd in Lust? That I could write my repentance to the world, And force th'impression of it in the hearts Of you, and my acquaintance, I might teach them By my example, to looke home to Thrift, And not to range abroad to seeke out Ruine: Experience shewes, his Purse shall soone grow light, Whom Dice wastes in the day, Drabs in the night: Let all auoyde false Strumpets, Dice, and Drinke; For hee that leaps in Mudde, shall quickly sinke. Yonder's the man. I thanke you. How is it with you, sir? What on the ground▪ Looke vp, there's comfort towards you. Belike some charitable Friend has sent a Shilling, What is your Businesse? Libertie. There's vertue in that word; Ile rise vp to you. Pray let mee heare that chearefull word againe. The able, and wel-minded Widdow Rasby, Whose hand is still vpon the poore mans Box, Hath in her Charitie remembred you: And beeing by your Maister seconded, Hath taken order with your Creditors For day, and payment; and freely from her Purse, By mee her Deputie, shee hath dischargd All Duties in the House: Besides, to your necessities, This is bequeathd, to furnish you with Cloaths. Speake you this seriously? Tis not my practise to mocke Miserie. Be euer praysed that Deuinitie, That has to my oppressed state raysd Friends: still be his blessings powred vpon their heads: Your hand, I pray, That haue so faythfully performd their willes: If ere my industrie, ioynd with their loues, Shall rayse mee to a competent estate, Your name shall euer be to mee a friend. In your good wishes, you requite mee amply. All Fees, you say, are payd? there's for your loue. I thanke you sir, and glad you are releast. How Apparell makes a man respected; the very children in the streete do adore mee: for if a Boy that is throwing at his lacke-alent chaunce to hit mee on the shinnes: Why I say nothing but, Tu quoque, smile, and forgiue the Child with a becke of my hand, or some such like token: so by that meanes, I do seldome goe without broken shinnes. The blessings of your Mistres fall vpon you, And may the heat and spirit of Hee-lip, Endue her with matter aboue her vnderstanding, That she may only liue to admire you, or as the Italian sayes; Que que dell fogo Ginni Coxcombie.