Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
But by a Gentleman of Italy Whom I had known before. No more, this taste proves thou canst play the rest. For this fair story My hand I make thy ten pound, twenty Marks. Thou look'st and speak'st so like Antonio. Whom should I look, and speak like, but myself? Good still. But now my honest Trincalo, Tell me, where's all the Plate, the gold, and jewels, That the ginger, when he had transformed thee Committed to thy charge? are they safe locked? I understand you not. The jewels man, The Plate and gold th'ginger that changed thee bade thee lay up? What plate? what gold? what jewels. What transformation? what ginger? Leave of Antonio now, and speak like Trincalo. Leave of your jesting; it neither fits your place Nor age, Pandolfo, to scoff your ancient friend. I know not what you mean by gold and jewels, Nor by th'ginger, nor Trincalo. Better and better still. Believe me sir, He thinks himself Antonio, and ever shall be, And so possess your Plate. Art not thou Trincalo My masters Farmer? I am Antonio Your Master's friend, if he teach you more manners. Humour of wiving's gone: farewell good Flavia, Three thousand pound must not be lost so slightly. Come sir, we'll drag you to th'ginger, And turn you to your ragged bark of Yeomanry. To me these terms! Come I'll not lose my Plate. Stay, sir, and take my counsel. Let him still Firmly conceit himself the man he seems: Thus he himself deceived, will far more earnestly Effect your business, and deceive the rest. There's a main difference twixt a self-bred action And a forced carriage. Suffer him then to enter Antonio's house: and wait th'event: for him He cannot scape: What you intend to do, Do't when' has served your turn. I see the Maid, Let's hence lest they suspect our consultations. Thy counsel's good: Away. Look Trincalo Yonder's your beauteous Mistress Armellina, And daughter Flavia. Courage, I warrant thee. Blessed be the heavens, that rid me of this trouble. For with their Farmer and ginger, Plate, and gold, the'ave almost madded me. ARmellina? Mistress. Is the door fast? Yes, as an usurers purse. Come hither wench. Look here, there's Trincalo, Pandolfo's Farmer Wrapped in my father's shape: prithee come quickly, And help me to abuse him. Notorious Clown! These are my gates, and that's the Cabinet That keeps my jewels, Lelio, and his sister. Never was villainy so personate In seemly properties of gravity. Tick, tock. Who's he that knocks so boldly? What want you, sir? O my fair daughter Flavia! Let all the Stars power down full blessings on thee. Open the doors. Mark! his fair daughter Flavia ha, ha, ha. Most shameless villain how he counterfeits! Know'st not thy father, old Antonio? Is all the world grown frantic? What Antonio? Thy loving father, Flavia.
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But by a Gentleman of Italy Whom I had knowne before. No more, this tast Proue's thou canst play the rest. For this faire story My hand I make thy ten pound, twenty Markes. Thou look'st and speak'st so like Antonio. Whom should I looke, and speake like, but my selfe? Good still▪ But now my honest Trincalo, Tell mee, where's all the Plate, the gold, and Iewels, That the Astrologer, when hee had transform'd thee Committed to thy charge? are they safe lock't? I vnderstand you not. The iewels man, The Plate and gold th'Astrologer that chang'd thee Bad thee lay vp? What plate? what gold? what Iewels. What transformation? what Astrologer? Leaue of Antonio now, and speake like Trincalo. Leaue of your iesting; it neither fits your place Nor age, Pandoflo, to scoffe your ancient friend. I know not what you meane by gold and iewels, Nor by th'Astrologer, nor Trincalo. Better and better still. Beleeue mee sir, Hee thinke's himselfe Antonio, and euer shall bee, And so possesse your Plate. Art not thou Trincalo My Maisters Farmer? I am Antonio Your Master's friend, if hee teach you more manners. Humour of wiuing's gone: farewel good Flauia, Three thousand pound must not bee lost so slightly. Come sir, wee'l drag you to th'Astrologer, And turne you to your ragged barke of Yeomanry. To me these tearmes! Come I'le not loose my Plate. Stay, sir, and take my counsell. Let him still Firmely conceite himselfe the man hee seeme's: Thus hee himselfe deceiu'd, will farre more earnestly Effect your businesse, and deceiue the rest. There's a maine difference twixt a selfe-bred action And a for'st carriage. Suffer him then to enter Antonio's house: and waite th'euent: for him He cannot scape: What you entend to do, Do't when 'has seru'd your turne. I see the Maide, Let's hence least they suspect our consultations. Thy counsel's good: Away. Looke Trincalo Yonder's your beauteous Mistresse Armellina, And daughter Flauia. Courage, I warrant thee. Blest be the heau'ns, that rid me of this trouble. For with their Farmer and Astrologer, Plate, and gold, the'aue almost madded mee. ARmellina? Mistresse. Is the dore fast? Yes, as an Vsurers purse. Come hither wench. Looke here, there's Trincalo, Pandolfo's Farmer Wrapt in my father's shape: prethee come quickly, And help mee to abuse him. Notorious Clowne! These are my gates, and that's the Cabinet That keepes my Iewels, Lelio, and his sister. Neuer was villany so personate In seemely properties of grauity. Tick, tock. Who's hee that knock's so boldly? What want you, sir? O my faire daughter Flauia! Let all the Starres Powre downe full blessings on thee. Ope the dores. Marke! his faire daughter Flauia ha, ha, ha. Most shamelesse villaine how hee counterfeits! Know'st not thy father, old Antonio? Is all the world growne frantick? What Antonio? Thy louing father, Flauia.