Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
If I might beseech you Gentlemen, to repair some other hour, I should derive much from't. For take't of my soul, my Lord leans wondrously to discontent: His comfortable temper has forsook him, he's much out of health, and keeps his Chamber. Many do keep their Chambers, are not sick: And if it be so far beyond his health, Me thinks he should the sooner pay his debts, And make a clear way to the Gods. Good Gods. We cannot take this for answer, sir. Servilius help, my Lord, my Lord. What, are my doors opposed against my passage? Have I been ever free, and must my house Be my retentive Enemy? My jail? The place which I have Feasted, does it now (Like all Mankind) show me an Iron heart? Put in now Titus. My Lord, here is my Bill. Here's mine. And mine, my Lord. And ours, my Lord. All our Bills. Knock me down with 'em, cleave me to the Girdle. Alas, my Lord. Cut my heart in sums. Mine, fifty Talents. Tell out my blood. Five thousand Crowns, my Lord. Five thousand drops pays that. What yours? and yours? My Lord. My Lord. Tear me, take me, and the Gods fall upon you. Faith I perceive our Masters may throw their caps at their money, these debts may well be called desperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. They have e'en put my breath from me the slaves. Creditors? Devils. My dear Lord. What if it should be so? My Lord. I'll have it so. My Steward? here my Lord. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends again, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All, I'll once more feast the Rascals. O my Lord, you only speak from your distracted soul; there's not so much left to, furnish out a moderate Table. Be it not in thy care: Go I charge thee, invite them all, let in the tide Of Knaves once more: my Cook and I'll provide. My Lord, you have my voice, too't, The faults Bloody: 'Tis necessary he should dye: Nothing emboldens sin so much, as Mercy. Most true; the Law shall bruise 'em. Honour, health, and compassion to the Senate. Now Captain. I am an humble Suitor to your Virtues; For pity is the virtue of the Law, And none but Tyrants use it cruelly. It pleases time and Fortune to lie heavy Upon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood Hath stepped into the Law: which is past depth To those that (without heed) do plunge into't. He is a Man (setting his Fate aside) of comely Virtues, Nor did he soil the fact with Cowardice, (And Honour in him, which buys out his fault) But with a Noble Fury, and fair spirit, Seeing his Reputation touched to death, He did oppose his Foe: And with such sober and unnoted passion He did behoove his anger ere 'twas spent, As if he had but proved an Argument.
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If I might beſeech you Gentlemen, to repayre ſome other houre, I ſhould deriue much from't. For tak't of my ſoule, my Lord leanes wondrouſly to diſcontent: His comfortable temper has forſooke him, he's much out of health, and keepes his Chamber. Many do keepe their Chambers, are not ſicke: And if it be ſo farre beyond his health, Me thinkes he ſhould the ſooner pay his debts, And make a cleere way to the Gods. Good Gods. We cannot take this for anſwer, ſir. Seruilius helpe, my Lord, my Lord. What, are my dores oppos'd againſt my paſſage? Haue I bin euer free, and muſt my houſe Be my retentiue Enemy? My Gaole? The place which I haue Feaſted, does it now (Like all Mankinde) ſhew me an Iron heart? Put in now Titus. My Lord, heere is my Bill. Here's mine. And mine, my Lord. And ours, my Lord. All our Billes. Knocke me downe with 'em, cleaue mee to the Girdle. Alas, my Lord. Cut my heart in ſummes. Mine, fifty Talents. Tell out my blood. Fiue thouſand Crownes, my Lord. Fiue thouſand drops payes that. What yours? and yours? My Lord. My Lord. Teare me, take me, and the Gods fall vpon you. Faith I perceiue our Maſters may throwe their caps at their money, theſe debts may well be call'd deſperate ones, for a madman owes 'em. They haue e'ene put my breath from mee the ſlaues. Creditors? Diuels. My deere Lord. What if it ſhould be ſo? My Lord. Ile haue it ſo. My Steward? Heere my Lord. So fitly? Go, bid all my Friends againe, Lucius, Lucullus, and Sempronius Vllorxa: All, Ile once more feaſt the Raſcals. O my Lord, you onely ſpeake from your diſtracted ſoule; there's not ſo much left to, furniſh out a moderate Table. Be it not in thy care: Go I charge thee, inuite them all, let in the tide Of Knaues once more: my Cooke and Ile prouide. My Lord, you haue my voyce, too't, The faults Bloody: 'Tis neceſſary he ſhould dye: Nothing imboldens ſinne ſo much, as Mercy. Moſt true; the Law ſhall bruiſe 'em. Honor, health, and compaſſion to the Senate. Now Captaine. I am an humble Sutor to your Vertues; For pitty is the vertue of the Law, And none but Tyrants vſe it cruelly. It pleaſes time and Fortune to lye heauie Vpon a Friend of mine, who in hot blood Hath ſtept into the Law: which is paſt depth To thoſe that (without heede) do plundge intoo't. He is a Man (ſetting his Fate aſide) of comely Vertues, Nor did he ſoyle the fact with Cowardice, (And Honour in him, which buyes out his fault) But with a Noble Fury, and faire ſpirit, Seeing his Reputation touch'd to death, He did oppoſe his Foe: And with ſuch ſober and vnnoted paſſion He did behooue his anger ere 'twas ſpent, As if he had but prou'd an Argument.