Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
How lose ten pieces? There's a necessity in't, devise some course To get't again: if not; our gain's sufficient To bear that loss. Furbo find out Bavilona The Courtesan, let her feign herself a Gentlewoman Enamoured of Antonio, bid her invite him To banquet with her, and by all means possible Force him stay there two hours. Why two hours? That in that time thou mayst convey Our treasure to the Inn, and speak a boat Ready for Gravesend, and provide a supper: Where, with those precious liquours, and good meats, we'll cheer ourselves; and thus well fed, and merry, Take Boat by night. And what will you do? First in and usher out our changeling Trincalo: Then finish up a business of great profit, Begun with a rich Merchant, that admires My skill in Alchemy. I must not lose it. Harpax bestow the plate, Furbo our beards, Black patches for our eyes, and other properties, And at the time and place meet all at Supper. STand forth transformed Antonio fully mewed From brown soar feathers of dull yeomanry To th'glorious bloom of gentry; prune yourself slick, Swear boldly you're the man you represent To all that dare deny't. I find my thoughts Most strangely altered; but methinks my face Feels still like Trincalo. You imagine so. Senses are oft deceived. As an attentive Angler Fixing his steady eyes on the swift streams Of a steep tumbling torrent, no sooner turns His sight to land, but giddy, thinks the firm banks And constant trees, move like the running waters: So you that thirty years have lived in Trincalo, Changed suddenly, think you're so still; but instantly These thoughts will vanish. Give me a looking-glass To read your skill in these new lineaments. I'd rather give you poison: for a glass By secret power of cross reflections, And optic virtue, spoils the wondrous work Of transformation, and in a moment turns you. Spite of my skill, to Trincalo, as before. We read that Apuleius by a rose Changed from an Ass to Man: so by a mirror, You'll lose this noble lustre, and turn Ass. I humbly take my leave; but still remember T'avoid the Devil and a looking glass. new-born Antonio, I kiss your hands. Divine Albumazar I kiss your hands. NOw am I grown a gentleman, and a fine one, I know't by th'kissing of my hands so courtly, My courteous knees bend in so true a distance, As if my foot walked in a frame of purpose. Thus I accost you: or thus, sweet sir, your servant: Nay more, your servants servant: that's your grand-servant. I could descend from th'top of Paul's to th'bottom, And on each step strew parting compliments, Strive for a door while a good Carpenter Might make a new one. I am your shadow sir, And bound to wait upon you. I'faith I will not: pray sir, etc. O brave Albumazar!
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How loose ten peeces? There's a necessity in't, deuise some course To get't againe: if not; our gaine's sufficient To beare that losse. Furbo finde out Bavilona The Curtezan, let her faine her selfe a Gentlewoman Inamored of Antonio, bid her inuite him To banket with her, and by all meanes possible Force him stay there two houres. Why two houres? That in that time thou maist conuey Our treasure to the Inne, and speake a boate Ready for Grauesend, and prouide a supper: Where, with those pretious liquors, and good meates, Wee'l cheere our selues; and thus well fed, and merry, Take Boat by night. And what will you do? First in and vsher out our changeling Trincalo: Then finish vp a businesse of great profit, Begun with a rich Marchant, that admires My skill in Alchymie. I must not loose it. Harpax bestow the plate, Furbo our beards, Blacke patches for our eyes, and other properties, And at the time and place meet all at Supper. STand forth transform'd Antonio fully mued From browne soare feathers of dull yeomanry To th'glorious bloome of gentry; prune your selfe slick, Sweare boldly y'are the man you represent To all that dare deny't. I finde my thoughts Most strangely altred▪ but me thinkes my face Feeles still like Trincalo. You imagine so. Senses are oft deceiu'd. As an attentiue Angler Fixing his steady eyes on the swift streames Of a steepe tumbling torrent, no sooner turnes His sight to land, but giddy, thinkes the firme bankes And constant trees, moue like the running waters: So you that thirty yeares haue liu'd in Trincalo, Chang'd suddenly, think y'are so still; but instantly These thoughts will vanish. Giue me a looking-glasse▪ To read your skill in these new lineaments. I'de rather giue you poyson: for a glasse By secret power of crosse reflections, And opticke vertue, spoiles the wondrous worke Of transformation, and in a moment turnes you▪ Spight of my skill, to Trincalo, as before. We read that Apuleius by a rose Chang'd from an Asse to Man: so by a mirrour, You'l loose this noble lustre, and turne Asse. I humbly take my leaue; but still remember T'auoyd the Diuell and a looking glasse. New-borne Antonio, I kisse your hands. Divine Albumazar I kisse your hands. NOw am I grown a gentleman, and a fine one, I know't by th'kissing of my hands so courtly, My courteous knees bend in so true a distance, As if my foot walk't in a frame of purpose. Thus I accost you: or thus, sweet sir, your seruant: Nay more, your seruants seruant: that's your grand-seruant. I could descend from th'top of Pauls to th'bottome, And on each step strew parting complements, Striue for a doore while a good Carpenter Might make a new one. I am your shadow sir, And bound to wait vpon you. I'faith I will not: pray sir, &c. O braue Albumazar!