S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
commons' horseleech. Cheater Whose belly has just cause to sue an action Of trespass, 'gainst thy covetous lust's exaction: For destiny of many hundred meals, Which it from others, and thyself too; steals. The Gout. The Dropsy. Colic, Lunacy, Like Sprites and Fairies haunt thy company. And as thou gapest now, let some Bat or Owl spit backwards i' thy mouth. No more. If thou do not Repent, restore, turn good, sit till thou rot. What does Usury stick in thy teeth? spit out, Dog, spit out. Now thou gapest for a mortgage. Dost? Fare-ill. To those that ask how came this evil, Give answer thus: The Fairies robbed the Devil. Oh— Oh— Ho master Gripe? what, your chamber door open thus early? how now, bound? gagged? what rogues ha' been here? Speak to me uncle, speak: the gag's out. Save the gag. I will hang the whole shire, but I'll find 'em. jugglers, Fairies, incarnal sprites! My money, my heart, my guts, my soul— Let me curse myself into the ground, and save a Dirge. Run, cry, ride, charge the Constables with 'em. Where be they, Sir? Gone to the Devil. Run to a conjuror, cast me a figure. Oh, Sir, all the Conjurers are o' their own trade. A mischief on't, I thought there was some scurvy luck towards; the Crickets did so cry i'th' Oven yesterday. And this very hour, as we came in, there was an Owl whoo-whooping in the top of the chimney: and just at the threshold, master Bromley here stumbled Signs, signs. Pluck down the signs. I'll undo all the Inns in the town: they harbour the thieves. You said they were Fairies. Now in sincerity, I heard a great rattling of chains. (This makes me wonder! such a robbery, and I not hear it? Come bridle up this fury. What will you say, if I can produce you the plotter, abettor, or at least accessary to this villainy? What if the picklock can open the chest of all this stratagem? 'Las, poor widow, she was fast, I warrant you. No, she was loose I warrant you: how could we have got in, if she had not opened the door? Your cousin Nice and I came from a hurly burly i'th' jail. Your sons man has broke from his keeper. And as we were coming, we met this woman very suspiciously stealing out. My heart misgave me thus: this devils tongue Would work my misdeemed innocence some wrong. No more words. Cousin, neighbour, take her to the next justice. I must not deal in my own business. Let her be examined soundly, soundly: sent to the jail, roundly, roundly. Sir, I beseech you. No more. Do not you know, I know you for a whore! Away with her, I will not hear her speak. My gold, my silver— Oh my heart will break. Come, will you walk? I'll lead, widow, come you next. Master Nice, you'll follow.
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Cōmons horſleech. Cheater Whoſe belly has iuſt cauſe to ſue an action Of treſpaſſe, gainſt thy couetous luſts exaction: For detinie of many hundred meales, Which it from others, and thy ſelfe too; ſteales. The Gowt. The Dropſie. Collicke, Lunacie, Like Sprites and Fairies haunt thy company. And as thou gap'ſt now, let ſome Batte or Owle Spet backewards i' thy mouth. No more. If thou do not Repent, reſtore, turne good, ſit till thou rot. What does Vſurie ſticke in thy teeth? ſpet out, Dog, ſpet out. Now thou gap'ſt for a morgage. Doſt? Fare-ill. To thoſe that aske how came this euill, Giue anſwer thus: The Fairies robd the Diuell. Oh—Oh—Oh. Ho maſter Gripe? what, your chamber doore ope thus carely? how now, bound? gagg'd? what rogues ha' bene here? Speake to mee vncle, ſpeake: the gagge's out. Saue the gagge. I will hang the whole ſhire, but Ile find 'hem. Iugglers, Fairies, incarnall ſprites! My money, my heart, my guts, my ſoule—Let me curſe my ſelfe into the ground, and ſaue a Dirge. Run, cry, ride, charge the Conſtables with 'hem. Where be they, Sir? Gone to the Diuell. Runne to a Coniurer, caſt me a figure. Oh, Sir, all the Coniurers are o' their owne trade. A miſchiefe on't, I thought there was ſome ſcuruy luck towards; the Crickets did ſo cry ith' Ouen yeſterday. And this verie houre, as we came in, there was an Owle whoo-whooping in the top of the chimney: and iuſt at the threſhold, maſter Bromley here ſtumbled Signes, ſignes. Plucke downe the ſignes. Ile vndo all the Innes in the towne: they harbour the theeues. You ſaid they were Fairies. Now in ſinceritie, I heard a great ratling of chaines. (This makes mee wonder! ſuch a robbery, and I not heare it? Come bridle vp this furie. What will you ſay, if I can produce you the plotter, abbettor, or at leaſt acceſſary to this villanie? What if the pick-locke can open the cheſt of all this ſtratagem? 'Las, poore widdow, ſhe was faſt, I warrant you. No, ſhe was looſe I warrant you: how could we haue got in, if ſhe had not open'd the dore? Your couſin Nice and I came from a hurly-burly ith' Iaile. Your ſonnes man has broke from his keeper. And as we were comming, wee met this woman verie ſupitiouſly ſtealing out. My heart miſgaue me thus: this diuels tongue Would worke my miſdeem'd innocence ſome wrong. No more words. Couſin, neighbor, take her to the next Iuſtice. I muſt not deale in my owne buſineſſe. Let her bee examin'd ſoundly, ſoundly: ſent to the Iayle, roundly, roundly. Sir, I beſeech you. No more. Do not you know, I know you for a whore! Away with her, I will not heare her ſpeake. My gold, my ſiluer—Oh my heart will breake. Come, will you walke? Ile leade, widdow, come you next. Maſter Nice, you'll follow.