Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Discover more new Stars, and unknown Planets: Vent them by dozens, style them by the names Of men that buy such ware. Take lawful courses, Rather than beg. Not keep your honest promise? Believe none, credit none: for in this City No dwellers are, but Cheaters, and cheatees. You promised me the greatest share. Our promise! If honest men by Obligations, And instruments of Law, are hardly constrained T'observe their word; Can we, that make profession Of lawless courses, do't? Amongst ourselves. falcons that tyrannize o'er weaker fowl, Hold peace with their own feathers. But when they counter Upon one quarry, break that league as we do. At least restore ten pound in gold I lent you. 'Twas lent in an ill Second, worser Third, And luckless Fourth: 'tis lost, Albumazar. Saturn was in Ascension. Mercury Was then Combust when you delivered it. 'Twill never be restored. Hali, Abenezra, Hiarcha, Brachman, Budda Babylonicus, And all the Chaldees and the Cabalists, Affirm that sad Aspect threats loss of debts. Frame by your azimuth and Almicantarat, An engine like a Mace, whose quality Of strange retractive virtue may recall Desperate debts, and with that undo Sergeants. Was ever man thus baited by's own whelps? Give me a slender portion for a stock To begin Trade again. 'Tis an ill course And full of fears. This treasure hath enriched us, And given us means to purchase, and live quiet Of th'fruit of dangers past. When I used robbing, All blocks before me looked like Constables, And posts appeared in shape of Gallows. Therefore good Tutor take your pupil's counsel: 'Tis better beg than steal: Live in poor clothes, Then hang in Satin. villains, I'll be revenged, And reveal all the business to a justice. Do, if thou longest to see thy own Anatomy. This treachery persuades me to turn honest. Search your Nativity: see if the Fortunates And Luminaries be in a good Aspect. And thank us for thy life. Had we done well, We had cut thy throat ere this. Albumazar, Trust not these Rogues; hence and revenge. fellows away, here's company. Let's hence. NOw Cricca, mask thy countenance in joy, Speak welcome language of good news, and move Thy Master, whose desires are credulous, To believe what thou giv'st him. If thy design Land at the Haven 'tis bound for; then Lelio, Eugenio, and their Mistresses, are obliged By oath, t'assure a state of forty pounds Upon thee for thy life. I long to know How my good Farmer speeds; how Trincalo Hath been received by Lelio. Where shall I find him? What we most seek, still flies us; what's avoided, Follows, or meets us full. I am embossed With trotting all the streets to find Pandolfo, And bless him with good news. This haste of Cricca Abodes some good; doubtless my Trincalo, Received for Antonio, hath given me Flavia. Cricca? Neither in Paul's, at home, nor in th'Exchange? Nor where he uses to converse? he's lost: And must be cried. Turn hither, Cricca: Cricca, Seest me not?
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Discouer more new Stars, and vnknowne Planets: Vent them by dozens, stile them by the names Of men that buy such ware. Take lawfull courses, Rather then beg. Not keep your honest promise? Beleeue none, credit none: for in this Citie No dwellers are, but Cheaters, and Cheateez. You promist mee the greatest share. Our promise! If honest men by Obligations, And instruments of Law, are hardly constrain'd T'obserue their word; Can wee, that make profession Of lawlesse courses, do't? Amongst our selues. Faulcons that tyrannize o're weaker fowle, Hold peace with their owne feathers. But when they counter Vpon one quarrey, breake that league as wee do. At least restoreth'ten pound in gold I lent you. 'Twas lent in an ill Second, worser Third, And lucklesse Fourth: 'tis lost, Albumazar. Saturne was in Ascension. Mercury Was then Combust when you deliuered it. 'Twill neuer be restor'd. Hali, Abenezra, Hiarcha, Brachman, Budda Babylonicus, And all the Chaldes and the Cabalists, Affirme that sad Aspect threat's losse of debts. Frame by your Azimut and Almicantarat, An engine like a Mace, whose qualitie Of strange retractiue vertue may recall Desperate debts, and with that vndoe Sergeants. Was euer man thus baited by's owne whelps? Giue mee a slender portion for a stock To beginne Trade againe. 'Tis an ill course And full of feares. This treasure hath inrich't vs, And giuen vs meanes to purchase, and liue quiet Of th'fruite of dangers past. When I vs'd robbing, All blocks before me look't like Constables, And posts appear'd in shape of Gallowses. Therefore good Tutor take your pupils counsell: 'Tis better beg then steale: Liue in poore clothes, Then hang in Sattin. Villaines, I'le be reueng'd, And reueale all the businesse to a Iustice. Do, if thou long'st to see thy owne Anatomie. This treachery perswade's mee to turne honest. Search your Natiuitie: see if the Fortunates And Luminaries bee in a good Aspect. And thank vs for thy life. Had wee done well, We had cut thy throat e're this. Albumazar, Trust not these Rogues; hence and reuenge. Fellowes away, nere's company. Let's hence. NOw Cricca, mask thy countenance in ioy, Speak welcome language of good newes, and moue Thy Maister, whose desires are credulous, To beleeue what thou giu'st him. If thy designe Land at the Hauen 'tis bound for; then Lelio, Eugenio, and their Mistresses, are oblig'd By oath, t'assure a state of forty pounds Vpon thee for thy life. I long to know How my good Farmer speeds; how Trincalo Hath bene receiu'd by Lelio. Where shall I find him? What wee most seeke, still flies vs; what's auoided, Followes, or meetes vs full. I am embost With trotting all the streetes to finde Pandolfo, And blesse him with good newes. This haft of Cricca Abodes some good; doubtlesse my Trincalo, Receiued for Antonio, hath giuen me Flauia. Cricca? Neither in Pauls, at home, nor in th'Exchange? Nor where he vses to converse? hee's lost: And must be cried. Turne hither, Cricca: Cricca, See'st me not?