Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Ballads! hark, hark! pray thee, fellow, stay a little, good Numps, look to the goods. What Ballads hast thou? let me see, let me see myself. Why so! he's flowne'to another limebush, there he will flutter as long more; till he ha' ne'er a feather left. Is there a vexation like this, Gentlemen? will you believe me now, hereafter? shall I have credit with you? Yes faith, shalt thou, Numps, and thou art worthy on't, for thou sweatest for't. I never saw a young Pimp errand, and his Squire better matched. Faith, the sister comes after 'em, well, too. Nay, if you saw the justice her husband, my Guardian, you were fitted for the Mess, he is such a wise one his way— I wonder, we see him not here. O! he is too serious for this place, and yet better sport than than the other three, I assure you, Gentlemen: where ere he is, though't be o'the Bench. How dost thou call it! A caveat against cutpurses! a good jest, i'faith, I would feign see that Daemon, your Cutpurse, you talk of, that delicate handed Devil; they say he walks hereabout; I would see him walk, now. Look you sister, here, here, let him come, sister, and welcome. Ballad-man, does any cutpurses haunt hereabout? pray thee raise me one or two: begin and show me one. Sir, this is a spell against 'em, spick and span new; and 'tis made as 'twere in mine own person, and I sing it in mine own defence. But 'twill cost a penny alone, if you buy it. No matter for the price, thou dost not know me, I see, I am an odd Bartholomew. Hast a fine picture, Brother? O Sister, do you remember the ballads over the Nursery-chimney at home o' my own pasting up, there be brave pictures. Other manner of pictures, than these, friend. Yet these will serve to pick the pictures out o' your pockets, you shall see. So, I heard 'em say. Pray thee-mind him not, fellow: he'll have an oar in every thing. It was intended Sir, as if a purse should chance to be cut in my presence, now, I may be blameless, though: as by the sequel, will more plainly appear. We shall found that i'the matter. Pray thee begin. To the tune of Paggington's Pound, Sir. Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Nay, I'll put thee in tune, and all! mine own country dance! Pray thee begin. It is a gentle admonition, you must know, Sir, both to the purse-cutter, and the purse-bearer. Not a word more, out o'the tune, an thou lov'st me: Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Come, when? My masters and friends, and good people draw near, And look to your purses, for that I do say; Ha', ha', this chimes! good counsel at first dash.
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Ballads! harke, harke! pray thee, fellow, ſtay a little, good Numpes, looke to the goods. What Ballads haſt thou? let me ſee, let me ſee my ſelfe. Why ſo! hee's flowne'to another lime-buſh, there he will flutter as long more; till hee ha' ne'r a feather left. Is there a vexation like this, Gentlemen? will you beleeue mee now, hereafter? ſhall I haue credit with you? Yes faith, ſhalt thou, Numps, and thou art worthy on't, for thou ſweateſt for't. I neuer ſaw a young Pimpe errant, and his Squire better match'd. Faith, the ſiſter comes after 'hem, well, too. Nay, if you ſaw the Iuſtice her husband, my Guardian, you were fitted for the Meſſe, hee is ſuch a wiſe one his way— I wonder, wee ſee him not heere. O! hee is too ſerious for this place, and yet better ſport then then the other three, I aſſure you, Gentlemen: where ere he is, though't be o'the Bench. How doſt thou call it! A caueat againſt cutpurſes! a good ieſt, i'faith, I would faine ſee that Daemon, your Cutpurſe, you talke of, that delicate handed Diuell; they ſay he walkes hereabout; I would ſee him walke, now. Looke you ſiſter, here, here, let him come, ſiſter, and welcome. Ballad-man, do's any cutpurſes haunt hereabout? pray thee raiſe me one or two: beginne and ſhew me one. Sir, this is a ſpell againſt 'hem, ſpicke and ſpan new; and 'tis made as 'twere in mine owne perſon, and I ſing it in mine owne defence. But 'twill coſt a penny alone, if you buy it. No matter for the price, thou doſt not know me, I ſee, I am an odd Bartholmew. Ha'ſt a fine picture, Brother? O Siſter, doe you remember the ballads ouer the Nurſery-chimney at home o' my owne paſting vp, there be braue pictures. Other manner of pictures, than theſe, friend. Yet theſe will ſerue to picke the pictures out o' your pockets, you ſhall ſee. So, I heard 'hem ſay. Pray thee-mind him not, fellow: hee'll haue an oare in euery thing. It was intended Sir, as if a purſe ſhould chance to be cut in my preſence, now, I may be blameleſſe, though: as by the ſequell, will more plainely appeare. We ſhall find that i'the matter. Pray thee begin. To the tune of Paggingtons Pound, Sir. Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Nay, I'll put thee in tune, and all! mine owne country dance! Pray thee begin. It is a gentle admonition, you muſt know, Sir, both to the purſe-cutter, and the purſe-bearer. Not a word more, out o'the tune, an' thou lou'ſt mee: Fa, la la la, la la la, fa la la la. Come, when? My maſters and friends, and good people draw neere, And looke to your purſes, for that I doe ſay; Ha, ha, this chimes! good counſell at firſt daſh.