Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals) tragedy · Unacted unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
She's none of those that on their heads advance High, swaggering Plumes, like a gay fore-horse In a Country team. O, she's worth the tempting! Dost thou so commend her virtues, and yet Wouldst thou tempt her unto vice? That's a trick I learned of the devil. Those That are virtuous, need his temptation, The wicked have power enough to damn themselves. Hark how they shout! Away Grimold, or we Shall lose the Triumph! Room for Cuckolds, whose horns are so high, They bore the Moon, as she frisks in the sky! This Peace makes me rotten, dusty As a Cobweb. I live like a Cricket i'th' corner of an Oven. Pox o' these o'ergrown Cities. To be valiant here, is to forfeit The Statute: and these furred gowns hold, There is no sin so great as poverty. Thou art as melancholy as a lean judge! ay, or a corrupted Officer, at the noise Of a Parliament. In this division Of unvalued Trophies, Territories Vast and ample, (gained partly by my sweat) Not a single Acre falls to my share. Bear back there! They thrust as if they meant To get me with child— You sirrah! d'ye get the king's officer With child? Bear back there! or we'll put ye to the charge Of Surgery— Dispatch, fellows! Is not that Cunymond? The same. He is a great ginger. The mere Anatomy i'th' front o'th' Calendar. You may know where the Sign is, by some toy In's habit, which he removes, as the Sign Removes. Frollo, did they enter here by your permission? Not by mine, Sir. Nor yours, Conrad? They are men of China for aught I know. Then they must out. Gentlemen, pray avoid The Presence. 'S death Sir! d'ye make us your Voiders? Must we carry away your Cheeseparingss? Thrust your Bodkins forth! Draw i'th' Presence? Art thou mad? How he stands? he is created of Starch, And dares not use a boisterous motion, Lest he should fall in Rumples. Sir, you may speak like a Cannon! but you Shall either go, or— Or what, Sir? Or stay, Sir. By heaven he shall do one, Sir— Nay, Captain, do not look, as if you'd drunk Vinegar. You must, or go, or— stay Sir— hay! we are tumbling in a Drum. fellows o' the Guard, make way there! Officers! Open the door— Bear back there! Gentlemen! what d'ye mean? Pray bear back— Phoebus will be thought more rash than Phaeton, If now he hasten to the West. Sir, this Glorious day, merits well a longer age, Then what is limited to all within Our Calendar. Hermegild, thy free heart adds to our triumph! Sir, I've some few words, I needs must utter: Since my last services in Hungary, You remain on my Tally six thousand Ducats: I'm loath to score up still, and pay myself with my own Chalk.
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She's none of thoſe that on their heads aduance High, ſwagg'ring Plumes, like a gay Forehorſe In a Country Teeme. O, ſhe's worth the tempting! Doſt thou ſo commend her vertues, and yet Wouldſt thou tempt her vnto vice? That's a trick I learnt of the deuill. Thoſe That are vertuous, need his temptation, The wicked haue power enough to damne themſelues. Hark how they ſhowte! Away Grimold ▪ or we Shall loſe the Triumph! Roome for Cuckolds, whoſe hornes are ſo high▪ They bore the Moone, as ſhe friskes in the skie▪ This Peace makes me rotten, duſty As a Cobweb. I liue like a Cricket Ith'corner of an Ouen. Pox o' theſe oregrowne Cities. To be valiant here, is to forfeit The Statute: and theſe furr'd gownes hold, There is no ſinne ſo great as pouerty. Thou art as melancholy as a leane Iudge! I, or a corrupted Officer, at the noiſe Of a Parliament. In this diuiſion Of vnualewed Tropheys, Territories Vaſt and ample, (gain'd partly by my ſweat) Not a ſingle Acre falls to my ſhare. Beare back there! They thruſt as if they meant To get me with child— You ſirrah! d'ye get the Kings officer With child? Beare back there! or we'le put ye to the charge Of Surgery— Diſpatch▪ fellowes! Is not that Cunymond? The ſame. He is a great Aſtrologer. The meere Anotamy i'th front o'th Kalender. You may know where the Signe is, by ſome toy In's habit, which he remoues, as the Signe Remoues. Frollo, did they enter here by your permiſſion? Not by mine, Sir. Nor yours, Conrade? They are men of China for ought I know. Then they muſt out. Gentlemen, pray auoide The Preſence. 'S death Sir! d'ye make vs your Voyders? Muſt we carry away your Cheeſe-parings? Thruſt your Bodkins forth! Draw i'th Preſence? Art thou mad? How he ſtands? he is created of Starch, And dares not vſe a boyſterous motion, Leſt he ſhould fall in Rumples. Sir, you may ſpeake like a Cannon! but you Shall either goe, or— Or what, Sir? Or ſtay, Sir. By heauen he ſhall doe one, Sir— Nay, Captaine, doe not look, as if y'had drunk Vineger. You muſt, or go, or—ſtay Sir— Hey! we are tumbling in a Drum. Fellowes o' the Guard, make way there! Officers! Open the doore— Beare back there! Gentlemen! what d'ye meane? Pray' beare back— Phoebus will be thought more raſh then Phaeton, If now he haſten to the Weſt. Sir, this Glorious day, merits well a longer age, Then what is limitted to all within Our Kalender. Hermegild, thy free heart adds to our triumph! Sir, I'ue ſome few words, I needs muſt vtter: Since my laſt ſeruices in Hungary, You remaine on my Tally ſix thouſand Duckats: I'm loth to skore vp ſtill, and pay My ſelfe with my owne Chalke.