Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 50 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 370 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Press the abuse thoroughly, as I instructed you. I warrant you Sir. How now, Sir! What do you whispering with my Lawyer? With yours? I'd laugh at that, i'faith. With mine? ay, mine, I'm sure I gave him a fee. But I'm sure I gave him a couple. How now! what new contention's this? an't please you, he abuses me before your face; he bribes my Lawyer. Yours! he's mine. Thine? he's none of thine. He's mine. He can be Advocate but for one: ask him whose he is. Causidicus, are not you my Lawyer? Yes. How! thou Varlet! why? art thou not mine? Yes. What new face of impudent villainy is this, which does appear unto us? O thou Monster of a double tongue and heart. Pardon, honoured Polites. Varlet, thou profaner of justice! pardon? Honoured Polites— Varlet, abuse not mine honest name with that mouth: with what face canst thou ask for mercy, unless thou hadst another face too? with what tongue wilt thou beg for mercy, unless thou hast a third! with what heart wilt thou manifest a truth of sorrow, unless thou hast a third also? do not speak, kneel, mutter; one Lawyer come to plead two causes? O new confidence! stand aside, thy absence peradventure might sooner cause us to forget thy crime: then thy presence, though with most fawning dissimulation, to pardon it: Logicus, you are the accuser; propose your own cause; then shall Poeta answer for himself; and lastly, Grammaticus your witness, shall allege what he knows. Begin, Logicus. an't please you, Grammaticus was soundly beaten by this fellow Poeta, and, I forsooth, by his man a clog-headed Rogue; but that rhyming Rascal set him on. Fie, Logicus, fie, fie; how shamefully you wrong yourself, by these unseemly terms? beside, the Gentleman's worth is well known. He's a Rascal to Me I'm sure. Fie, Logicus, fie; you see I give you ne'er a foul word, and that the goodness of my Cause, moves e'en the judge in my defence. an't please you Polites, every one counts him but a dissolute Rascal, and so he has in all times been held but for my faculty, what age ever flourished in which that flourished not?
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Preſſe the abuſe throughly, as I inſtructed you. I warrant you Sir. How now, Sir! What doe you whiſpering with my Lawyer? With yours? I'd laugh at that, i'faith. With mine? I, mine, I'm ſure I gaue him a fee. But I'm ſure I gaue him a couple. How now! what new contention's this? And't pleaſe you, he abuſes me before your face; hee bribes my Lawyer. Yours! hee's mine. Thine? he's none of thine. He's mine. He can be Aduocate but for one: aske him whoſe he is. Cauſidicus, are not you my Lawyer? Yes. How! thou Varlet! why? art thou not mine? — Yes. What new face of impudent villanie is this, which does appeare vnto vs? O thou Monſter of a double tongue and heart. Pardon, honour'd Polites. Varlet, thou prophaner of Iuſtice! pardon? Honour'd Polites— Varlet, abuſe not mine honeſt name with that mouth: with what face canſt thou aske for mercy, vnleſſe thou had'ſt another face too? with what tongue wilt thou begge for mercie, vnleſſe thou haſt a third! with what heart wilt thou manifeſt a truth of ſorrow, vnleſſe thou haſt a third alſo? doe not ſpeake, kneele, mutter; one Lawyer come to plead two cauſes? O new confidence! ſtand aſide, thy abſence peraduenture might ſooner cauſe vs to forget thy crime: then thy preſence, though with moſt fawning diſſimulation, to pardon it: Logicus, you are the accuſer; propoſe your owne cauſe; then ſhall Poeta anſwere for himſelfe; and laſtly, Grammaticus your witneſſe, ſhall alleage what he knowes. Beginne, Logicus. And't pleaſe you, Grammaticus was ſoundly beaten by this fellow Poeta, and, I forſooth, by his man a clogge-headed Rogue; but that riming Raſcall ſet him on. Fie, Logicus, fie, fie; how ſhamefully you wrong your ſelfe, by theſe vnſeemely tearmes? beſides, the Gentlemans worth is well knowne. He's a Raſcall to Me I'am ſure. Fie, Logicus, fie; you ſee I giue you ne'r a foule word, and that the goodneſſe of my Cauſe, moues eu'n the Iudge in my defence. And't pleaſe you Polites, euery one counts him but a diſſolute Raſcall, and ſo hee has in all times beene held but for my facultie, what age euer flouriſht in which that flouriſht not?