Middleton, Thomas · published 1625 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jun 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.75 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
we're for you (sir) Call you that heinousness, that is good husbandry? Why when we make money of our faith, our prayers, We make make the very death bed buy her comforts, Most dearly pay for all her pious Counsels, Leave rich revenues for a few weak orisons: Or else they pass unreconciled without 'em, Did you but view the vaults within our monasteries, You'd swear then Pluto (whom the fiction calls) The Lord of riches, were entombed there. Is it possible. You cannot walk for Tons. But how shall I bestow the vice I bring, sir, You quite forget me, I shall be shut out, By your strict key of life. Is yours so vild (Sir) Some that are pleased to make a wanton on't, Call it infirmity of blood, flesh frailty; But certain there's a worse name in your book for't. The trifle of all vices, the mere innocent, The very novice of this house of clay, verily If I but hug thee hard, I show the worst on't, 'tis all the fruit we have here after supper: Nay, at the ruins of a Nunnery once, Six thousand Infants heads found in a fishpond. How? ay, how? how came they thither think you? Huldrick Bishop of Ausberg in's Epistle To Nicholas the first, can tell you how, (May be he was at cleansing of the pond) I can but smile to think, how it would puzzle All mother maids that ever liver in those parts, To know their own child's head; but is this all? Are you ours yet? One more, and I am silenced: But this that comes now will divide up questionless 'tis ten times, ten times, worse than the forerunners. Is it so vild, there is no name ordained for't? Toads have their titles, and creation gave Serpents, and Adders those names to be known by. This of all others bears the hiddenest poison, The smoothest venom, I am an Arch-dissembler. How. 'tis my nature's brain turn from me (sir,) The time is yet to come, that ere I spoke What my heart meant. And call you that a vice: Avoid all profanation, I beseech you; The only prime-state virtue upon earth, The policy of Empires, oh take heed (Sir) For fear it take displeasure and forsake you, 'tis a jewel of that precious value, Whose worth's not known, but to the skilful Lapidary The instrument that picks ope princes' hearts, And locks up our from them, with the same motion: You never came so near our souls till now. Now you're a brother to us. What we have done, has been dissemblance ever. There you lie then: And the Games ours, we give the check mate By discovery, King the noblest mate of all. I'm lost, I'm taken. Ambitious, covetous luxurious falsehood. Dissembler, that includes all. All hopes confounded. Miserable condition.
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Wee're for you (ſir) Call you that hanouſneſſe, that is good husbandry? Why when we make mony of our faith, our prayers, We make make the very death bed buy her comforts, Moſt dearely pay for all her pious Counſells, Leaue rich reuennues for a few weake orizons: Or elſe they paſſe vnreconciled without em, Did you but view the vaults within our Moneſteries, You'de ſweare then Pluto (whom the fiction calls) The Lord of riches, were entomb'd there. Is it poſſible. You cannot walke for Tuns. But how ſhall I beſtow the vice I bring, ſir, You quite forget me, I ſhall be ſhut out, By your ſtrickt key of life. Is yours ſo vild (Sir) Some that are pleaſ'd to make a wanton on't, Call it infirmity of blood, fleſh frailty; But certaine ther's a worſe name in your booke for't. The trifle of all vices, the meere innocent, The very nouice of this houſe of clay, verily If I but hug thee hard, I ſhew the worſt on't, Tis all the fruite we haue heere after ſupper: Nay, at the ruines of a Nunnery once, Six thouſand Infants heads found in a fiſh-pond. How? I, how? how came they thither thinke you? Huldricke Biſhop of Ausberg in's Epiſtle To Nicholas the firſt, can telly you how, (May be hee was at cleanſing of the pond) I can but ſmile to thinke, how it would puzzle All mother maides that euer liuer in thoſe parts, To know their owne childes head; but is this all? Are you ours yet? One more, and I am ſilenc'ſt: But this that comes now will diuide vp queſtionleſſe Tis ten times, ten times, worſe then the fore-runners. Is it ſo vilde, there is no name ordain'd for't? Toads haue their titles, and creation gaue Serpents, and Adders thoſe names to be knowne by. This of all others beares the hidden'ſt poyſon, The ſmootheſt venome, I am an Arch-diſſembler. How. Tis my natures braine turne from me (ſir,) The time is yet to come, that ere I ſpoake What my heart meant. And call you that a vice: Auoide all prophanation, I beſeech you; The onely prime-ſtate vertue vppon earth, The policy of Empires, oh take heede (Sir) For feare it take diſpleaſure and forſake you, Tis a Iewell of that precious vallue, Whoſe worth's not known, but to the skilful Lapidary The inſtrument that pickes ope Princes hearts, And lockes vp our from them, with the ſame motion: You neuer came ſo neere our ſoules till now. Now you're a brother to vs. What we haue done, has bin diſſemblance euer. There you lye then: And the Games ours, wee giue the checke mate By diſcouery, King the nobleſt mate of all. I'me loſt, I'me taken. Ambitious, couetous luxurious falſhood. Diſſembler, that includes all. All hopes confounded. Miſerable condition.