S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
The golden footed law, that goes or runs, Stays, and turns back, as we give motion to it, Shall step the pace, which thou wouldst have it. Nay, Speak as thy tongue instructs it. I will change Thy poverty to gold, rich robes, a Coach, And prancing Coursers, that shall whirl thee through The popular streets; and when thou sit'st in pride, The tamed law shall lackey by thy side. These are some incitations to a heart Tainted with malice, or that thinks a heaven In glorious ostentation; or would stand Affected with the bane of prurient lust. I'm of another temper. Pray you leave me. Thou shalt Nectar drink: Make ebrious waste of the sweet Gnossian wines; pheasants shall be course diet: refined marrow, Small pounded nuts, and lozenged Amylum, Scraped pearl and date-stones sprinkled on each slice, And strewed with sugar, like white frost on ice. Grant me but love, I'll rain a shower of Gold Into thy lap, outshining Ioue, when he Wrapped in his glory courted Danae. Thy language does affright me. Oh my stars! O let not tears spoil such a beauty. Tell me; Why spill you water like a crocodile, to captive me; that might have done't with mirth, nimbler than air? Sir, I have no desire, To take your lust, but pity. Some what prompts my credulous heart, there is some goodness in you. My truth shall quite thy faith, Impart thy mind. I'll trust you, Sir. I am a wretched woman, The widow or the wife, I know not whether, of the distressed or dead Vaster. How? I faint to tell thee; thou art then a widow: The wars have ended his infortunate days. Nay, let not grief oppress thy spirits. Oh, I have killed the wife and husband with one blow. Lift up thy swooning eyes. Oh let me die. Rather short death, than lingering misery. Revive thy heart: Vaster yet lives in me: I am his son, that hath thy husband's lands. And can I look for mercy at your hands? Receive this earnest; all my state is thine. You cannot with these spells charm me to sin. I do not: when I taint thy chaster ears With motions of black lust, pronounce me Villain. Tell me, who brought you to this brothel-inn? He, to whom heaven (I trust) hath cleared all sin. My Vaster sold me hither. I was content. Thus to relieve his state, when all was spent. But couldst thou live infectless in this air? I have, and will. Will? This gives strange suspicion. I made a promise, that without consent Of her that bought me, I would not depart. See where th' Enchantress comes. Now minion, you must be gadding. Cry you mercy, Landlord: if you'll have any sport, walk in, walk in. You shall take out your rent here, Landlord. She shall be your own Vacation and Term too, Landlord.
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The golden footed law, that goes or runs, Staies, and turnes backe, as we giue motion to it, Shall ſtep the paſe, which thou would'ſt haue it. Nay, Speake as thy tongue inſtructs it. I will change Thy pouerty to gold, rich robes, a Coach, And prauncing Courſers, that ſhall whirle thee through The popular ſtreets; and when thou ſitſt in pride, The tamed law ſhall lacquay by thy ſide. Theſe are ſome incitations to a heart Tainted with malice, or that thinkes a heauen In glorious oſtentation; or would ſtand Affected with the bane of prurient luſt. I'm of another temper. Pray you leaue me. Thou ſhalt Nectar drinke: Make ebrious waſte of the ſweet Gnoſſian wines; Feſants ſhall be courſe dyet: refin'd marow, Small pounded nuts, and loſſeng'd Amylum, Scrap'd pearle and date-ſtones ſprinkled on each ſlice, And ſtrew'd with ſugar, like white froſt on yce. Grant me but loue, Ile raine a ſhowre of Gold Into thy lappe, out-ſhining Ioue, when he Wrapt in his glory courted Danae. Thy language does affright me. Oh my ſtarres! O let not teares ſpoile ſuch a beauty. Tell mee; Why ſpill you water like a Crockodile, to captiue mee; that might haue don't with mirth, nimbler then ayre? Sir, I haue no deſire, To take your luſt, but pittie. Some what prompts my credulous heart, there is ſome goodneſſe in you. My truth ſhall quite thy faith, Impart thy mind. Ile truſt you, Sir. I am a wretched woman, The widow or the wife, I know not whether, of the diſtreſſed or dead Vaſter. How? I faint to tell thee; thou art then a widow: The warres haue ended his infortunate dayes. Nay, let not griefe oppreſſe thy ſpirits. Oh, I haue kill'd the wife and husband with one blow. Lift vp thy ſowning eyes. Oh let me dye. Rather ſhort death, then lingring miſerie. Reuiue thy heart: Vaſter yet liues in me: I am his ſonne, that hath thy husbands lands. And can I looke for mercy at your hands? Receiue this earneſt; all my ſtate is thine. You cannot with theſe ſpels charme me to ſinne. I do not: when I taint thy chaſter eares With motions of blacke luſt, pronounce me Villaine. Tell me, who brought you to this Brothell-Inne? He, to whom heauen (I truſt) hath clear'd all ſin. My Vaſter ſold me hither. I was content. Thus to relieue his ſtate, when all was ſpent. But couldſt thou liue infectleſſe in this ayre? I haue, and will. Will? This giues ſtrange ſuſpicion. I made a promiſe, that without conſent Of her that bought me, I would not depart. See where th' Inchantreſſe comes. Now minion, you muſt be gadding. Cry you mercie, Land-lord: if you'l haue any ſport, walke in, walke in. You ſhall take out your rent here, Land-lord. She ſhall be your own Vacation and Terme too, Land-lord.