Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
To the guilty, That may appear some benefit. Who so innocent That never stands in need on't in some kind? If every thought were blabbed that's so confessed, The very air we breath would be emblessed: Now to the work indeed, which is to catch Her inclination, that's the special use We make of all our practice in all Kingdoms For my disclosing their most secret frailties, Things which once ours, they must not hide from us That's the first article in the Creed we teach 'em, Finding to what point their blood most inclines, Know best to apt them, then to our designs: Daughter the sooner you disperse your Errors, The sooner you make haste to your discovery, You must part with'em, to be nice or modest Towards this good action, is to imitate The bashfulness of one conceals an vlter, For the uncomely parts that tumour vexes, till't be past cure. Resolve you thus fair (Lady) The privat'st thought that runs to hide itself, In the most secret corner of your heart, now Must be of my acquaintance, so familiarly Never she friend of yours might counsel nearer. I stand not much in fear of any account Guilty of that black crime (most noble holiness,) I must confess as in a sacred Temple, Thronged with an auditory, some come rather To feed on humane object, than to taste Of angel's food. So in the Congregation of quick thoughts Which are more infinite, than such assemblies, I cannot for truths safely speak for all: Some have been wanderers, some sinful, some sound: But those found ever poor entertainment. They'd encouragement to come again, The single life which strongly I profess now: Heaven pardon me, I was about to part from. Then you have passed through love? But left no stain In all my passage (Sir) no print of wrong; For the most chaste maid that may trace my footsteps. How came you off so clear? I was discharged By an inhuman accident, which modesty Forbids me to put any language too. How you forget yourself? all actions Clad in their proper language, though most sordid My ear is bound by duty to let in, And lock up everlastingly: Shall I help you; He was not found to answer his creation? A vestal Virgin in a slip of prayer, Could not deliver man's loss modestlier: 'twas the White bishop's pawn. The same (blessed Sir) An heretic well pickled. By base treachery, And violence prepared by the Competitor: The black Knights pawn whom I shall ever hate for't. 'twas of revenge the most unmanli'st way That ever rival took, a villain That for your sake i'll never absolve him off. I wish not so heavy. He must feel it, I never yet gave absolution To any crime of that unmatring nature: It seems you refuse him for defect, That other women have in the ends of marriage: Pardon my boldness, if I sift your goodness To the last grain.
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To the guilty, That may appeare ſome benifit. Who ſo innocent That neuer ſtands in neede on't in ſome kinde? If euery thought were blabb'd that's ſo confeſt, The very ayre we breath would be imbleſt: Now to the worke indeed, which is to catch Her inclination, that's the ſpeciall vſe We make of all our practiſe in all Kingdomes For my diſcloſing their moſt ſecret frailties, Things which once ours, they muſt not hide from vs That's the firſt article in the Creede we teach 'em, Finding to what poynt their blood moſt inclines, Know beſt to apt them, then to our deſignes: Daughter the ſooner you diſperſe your Errors, The ſooner you make haſte to your diſcouerie, You muſt part with'em, to be nice or modeſt Towards this good action, is to imitate The baſhfulneſſe of one conceales an vlter, For the vncomely parts that tumor vexes, Til't be paſt cure. Reſolue you thus faire (Lady) The priuatſt thought that runnes to hide it ſelfe, In the moſt ſecret corner of your heart, now Muſt be of my acquaintance, ſo familiarlie Neuer ſhe friend of yours might counſell neerer. I ſtand not much in feare of any account Guilty of that blacke crime (moſt noble holineſſe,) I muſt confeſſe as in a ſacred Temple, Throng'd with an auditorie, ſome come rather To feede on humaine obiect, then to taſte Of Angells foode. So in the Congregation of quicke thoughts Which are more infinite, then ſuch aſſemblies, I cannot for truths ſafely ſpeake for all: Some haue bin wandrers, ſome ſinful, ſome ſound: But thoſe found euer poore entertainment. They'd incouragement to come againe, The ſingle life which ſtrongly I profeſſe now: Heauen pardon me, I was about to part from. Then you haue paſt through loue? But left no ſtaine In all my paſſage (Sir) no print of wrong; For the moſt chaſt maide that may trace my foot-ſteps. How came you off ſo cleare? I was diſcharged By an inhumaine accident, which modeſty Forbids me to put any language too. How you forget your ſelfe? all actions Clad in their proper language, though moſtſorded My eare is bound by duty to let in, And locke vp euerlaſtingly: Shall I helpe you; Hee was not found to anſwere his creation? A veſtall Virgin in a ſlip of prayer, Could noi deliuer mans loſſe modeſtier: T was the White Biſhops pawne▪ The ſame (bleſt Sir) An Heriticke well pickled. By baſe treachery, And violence prepared by the Competitor: The blacke Knights pawne whom I ſhal euer hate for't. T was of reuenge the moſt vnmanliſt way That euer riualltooke, a villaine That for your ſake ile neuer abſolue him off. I wiſh not ſo heauy. Hee muſt feele it, I neuer yet gaue abſolution To any crime of that vnmatring nature: It ſeemes you refuſe him for defect, That other women haue in the ends of marriage: Pardon my boldneſſe, if I ſift your goodneſſe To the laſt grane▪