The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 25 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
'Tis injustice, you shall bury your husband quickly, wear some blacks a while for fashion sake, & within a month be married to his clerk, unless you will be divided among the serving-men. What are you? A younger brother, sir, borne at the latter end of the week, and wane of the Moon, put into the world to seek my own fortune, got a great estate of wealth by gaming and wenching, and so purchased unhappily this state of damnation you see me in. Came you in't by purchase? than you do not claim it by yours father's interest as an heir: well, I will ease you of the estate, because it is litigious, and you shall make presently a bargain and sale of it to a Scrivener, that shall buy it of you, and pay you both his ears down upon the nail for it. What are you? I am a Horse-courser. And couldst not thou outride the Devil? I had not the grace to mend my pace, I was an honest Horse-courser, and suffered every fool to ride me, I knew not what belonged to horseplay, let the world kick at me, I never winced, all that I am damned for, is, that desiring to thrive in the world, and to have good-luck to horseflesh, I ambled to the bed of a parson's wife that was coltish once, and gave her husband a Horse for't in good fashion, he never gave me godamercy for't, indeed it proved afterwards to have the Yellows. There was some colour for't: well, since your occupation is foundered, you shall trot every day afoot, and walk a knave in the Horse-fair. What are you? Her have no mind at all to be damned, becar her will fight with her & kill all the Devils in hell: diggon. 'sfoot, here's more ado to get one Welshman damned, than a whole Nation. Sir, 'tis but in jest. In jests, is it in jests? well, look you, her will be contented to be damned in jests and merriments for you. You will tell me what you are damned for? And her be so hot, was get somebody's else to be damned for Ienkin, her will tell her in patiences, look you, her was damned for her valour, and ridding the urld of Monsters, look you, Dragons with seven heads, and Serpents with tails a mile long, pray you. Oh, let me embrace thee, worthy in my arms, I'll charm the Destinies for their bold attempt, for cutting off thy thread, thou shalt cut their throats, and be installed Lord in Elysium, Oh, let me hug thee, Owen Glendower. Owen Glendower was her cousin, pray you. Go your ways all: stay, take hence Prometheus and bury him, if you come into hell again, there's no releasement. So, farewell Sentlemen, now her mean to make travels and peregrinations, to the uds and plains, look you, very fast. Good speed to all. We thank thee jovial Hercules.
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'Tis iniustice, you shall burie your husband quickly, weare some blackes a while for fashion sake, & within a moneth be married to his Clarke, vnlesse you will be diuided among the Seruing-men. What are you? A younger brother, sir, borne at the latter end of the weeke, and waine of the Moone, put into the world to seeke my owne fortune, got a great estate of wealth by gaming and wenching, and so purchas'd vnhappily this state of damnation you see me in. Came you in't by purchase? then you doe not claime it by yours fathers interest as an heire: well, I will ease you of the estate, because it is litigious, and you shall make presently a bargaine and sale of it to a Scriuener, that shall buy it of you, and pay you both his eares downe vpon the naile for it. What are you? I am a Horse-courser. And couldst not thou out-ride the Deuill? I had not the grace to mend my pace, I was an honest Horse-courser, and suffered euerie foole to ride me, I knew not what belonged to horse-play, let the world kicke at me, I neuer winch'd, all that I am damnd for, is, that desiring to thrine in the world, and to haue good-lucke to horse-flesh, I ambled to the bed of a Parsons wife that was coltish once, and gaue her husband a Horse for't in good fashion, he nener gaue me godamercie for't, indeed it prou'd afterwards to haue the Yellowes. There was some colour for't: well, since your occupation is foundred, you shall trot euery day afoot, and walke a knaue in the Horse-faire. What are you? Her haue no minde at all to bee damn'd, becar her will fight with her & kill awle the Deuils in hell: diggon. Sfoot, heres more adoe to get one Welshman damn'd, then a whole Nation. Sir, 'tis but in iest. In iests, is it in iests? well, looke you, her will bee contented to be damn'd in iests and merriments for you. You will tell me what you are damn'd for? And her be so hot, was get some bodyes else to be damn'd for Ienkin, her will tell her in patiences, looke you, her was damn'd for her valour, and ridding the vrld of Monsters, looke you, Dragons with seuen heads, and Serpents with tailes a mile long, pray you. Oh, let me embrace thee, worthy in my armes, Ile charme the Destinies for their bold attempt, for cutting off thy threed, thou shalt cut their throats, and be instald Lord in Elisium, Oh, let me hug thee, Owen Glandower. Owen Glandower was her cousin, pray you. Goe your waies all: stay, take hence Prometheus and burie him, if you come into hell againe, there's no releasement. So, farewell Sentlemen, now her meane to make trauels and peregrinations, to the vds and plaines, looke you, very fast. Good speed to awle. We thanke thee Iouiall Hercules.