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 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I long to hear from London; how my suit Ends, or depends: if lost, I'm lost with it. Who would trust any bars this tottering world Can plot to fortify our wheeling states! When the strong doors of justice may be broke, Or lifted from the hinges by the force Of politic engines: or the safest lock Be picked with a false key. Sir, dwells there any mercy in your heart? Yes: or of mercy, I must hope no part. I know you, and your wants. My wife was once your Parents servant. True, but that time is past, And in her service now I would be placed. That were too lavish yielding to your woe. I am but poor, troubles have made me so, Yet of that small lifeblood, which my drenched state H'as left it by the laws sharp surgery, Embrace a portion, as your needs require; And I may give. Here comes your enemy's Son. I have been seeking all you three with news. Good news; friend Sager, the day's yours. It's welcome. I have the better means to succour these. You have prevented my request: I purposed To beg that kindness of you. Robin, I would Entreat you to accept my service, but I mean the name of it: for in deed I'll use thee As my most equal and respected friend. Nan, in thine arms I throw and lock myself; My fortunes be all thine: the key's thy love; Let this kiss be the seal. Ye sacred powers Make indissoluble this knot of ours. Now, master Sager, give her that respect, You would my wife: all charges are my debt. Robin, you know the house; conduct your sister thither; that done, convey these letters to the widow Sorrow; (that's her borrowed name) she lies at my fathers. With just hands. I'm prouder of thy love, then of thy lands. Oh pure quintessence of thy profession. How many hast thou robbed, thus to make up Thy perfect goodness! as if wiser nature Had made an extract of ten thousand Lawyers, And thrice refined it with immortal fires: Then set it like a sanctified Lamp On th' Altar of thy soul; to give exemplar light, In the dull darkness of this sin-born night. Bromley's grown mad with rage: I'm jealous of him. You know the hopes of your posterity dwell on your present fortunes: all which burn with the short Taper of your singular life, Say he should quench it. How Sir? murder me? I cannot tell, it's but my jealousy. 'tis not amiss, to keep preventions eye Open and wary. Instruments of death Stand ready priest to a malicious arm. And policy, like a cunning Jesuit, Watches behind that Arras for a call. The deed once done, help it who can, or shall. What ground for this suspicion find your thoughts?
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I long to heare from London; how my ſuite Ends, or depends: if loſt, I'm loſt with it. Who would truſt any barres this tottring world Can plot to fortiſie our wheeling ſtates! When the ſtrong dores of Iuſtice may be broke, Or lifted from the hinges by the force Of politike engines: or the ſafeſt locke Be pickt with a falſe key. Sir, dwels there any mercie in your heart? Yes: or of mercy, I muſt hope no part. I know you, and your wants. My wife was once your Parents ſeruant. True, but that time is paſt, And in her ſeruice now I would be plac't. That were too lauiſh yeelding to your woe. I am but poore, troubles haue made me ſo, Yet of that ſmall life-blood, which my drencht ſtate H'as left it by the Lawes ſharpe ſurgerie, Embrace a portion, as your needs require; And I may giue. Here comes your enemies Sonne. I haue bene ſeeking all you three with nowes. Good newes; friend Sager, the day's yours. It's welcome. I haue the better meanes to ſuccour theſe. You haue preuented my requeſt: I purpos'd To beg that kindneſſe of you. Robin, I would Intreat you to accept my ſeruice, but I meane the name of it: for in deed Ile vſe thee As my moſt equall and reſpected friend. Nan, in thine armes I throw and locke my ſelfe; My fortunes be all thine: the key's thy loue; Let this kiſſe be the ſeale. Ye ſacred powers Make indiſſoluble this knot of ours. Now, maſter Sager, giue her that reſpect, You would my wife: all charges are my debt. Robin, you know the houſe; conduct your ſiſter thither; that done, conucy theſe letters to the widdow Sorrow; (that's her borrowed name) ſhe lies at my fathers. With iuſt hands. I'm prouder of thy loue, then of thy lands. Oh pure quinteſſence of thy profeſſion. How many haſt thou robd, thus to make vp Thy perfect godneſſe! as if wiſer nature Had made an extract of ten thouſand Lawyers, And thriſe refin'd it with immortall fires: Then ſet it like a ſanctified Lampe On th' Altar of thy ſoule; to giue exemplar light, In the dull darkeneſſe of this ſinne-borne night. Bromley's growne mad with rage: I'm iealous of him. You know the hopes of your poſteritie dwell on your preſent fortunes: all which burne with the ſhort Taper of your ſingular life, Say he ſhould quench it. How Sir? murder me? I cannot tell, it's but my iclaouſie. Tis not amiſſe, to keepe preuentions eye Open and wary. Inſtruments of death Stand ready preſt to a malicious arme. And policie, like a cunning Ieſuite, Watches behind that Arras for a call. The deed once done, helpe it who can, or ſhall. What ground for this ſuſpition find your thoughts?