Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
And though little money, in them you do bear. It cost more to get, than to loose in a day. You often have been told, Both the young and the old; And bidden beware of the cutpurse so bold: Than if you take heed not, free me from the curse, Who both give you warning, for and, the cutpurse. Youth, youth, thou hadst better been starved by thy Nurse, Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse. Good! Well said! he were to blame that would not i'faith. Good i'faith, how say you, Numps? Is there any harm in'is? It hath been upbraided to men of my trade, That often times we are the cause of this crime. Alack and for pity, why should it be said? As if they regarded or places, or time. Examples have been Of some that were seen, In Westminster Hall, yea the pleaders between, Than why should the judges be free from this curse, Moore than my poor self, for cutting the purse? Youth, youth, thou hadst better been starved by thy Nurse, Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse. The more coxcombs they that did it, I wiss. God a mercy for that! why should they be more free indeed? That again, good Ballad-man, that again. O rare! I would feign rubbe mine elbow now, but I dare not pull out my hand. On, I pray thee, he that made this ballad, shall be Poet to my Masque. At Worc'ter'tis known well, and even i'the jail, A Knight of good worship did there show his face, Against the foul sinners, in zealè for to rail, And lost (ipso facto) his purse in the place. Nay, once from the Seat Of judgement so great, A judge there did loose a fair pouch of velvet. O Lord for thy mercy, how wicked or worse, Are those that so venture their necks for a purse! Youth, youth, etc. Is it possible? I'faith? Youth, youth, & c? pray thee stay a little, friend, yet o'thy conscience, Numps, speak, is there any harm in'is? To tell you true, 'tis too good for you, less you had grace to follow it. It doth discover enormity, I'll mark it more: I ha' not liked a paltry piece of poetry, so well a good while. Youth, youth, & c! where's this youth, now? A man must call upon him, for his own good, and yet he will not appear: look here, here's for him; handy-dandy, which hand will he have? On, I pray thee, with the rest, I do hear of him, but I cannot see him, this Master Youth, the cutpurse. At Plays and at Sermons, and at the Sessions, 'Tis daily their practice such booty to make: Yea, under the Gallows, at Executions, They stick not the Stare-about's purses to take. Nay one without grace, at a better place, At Court, & in Christmas, before the King's face, Alack than for pity must I bear the curse, That only belongs to the cunning cutpurse?
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And though little money, in them you doe beare. It coſt more to get, then to loſe in a day. You oft haue beene told, Both the young and the old; And bidden beware of the cutpurſe ſo bold: Then if you take heed not, free me from the curſe, Who both giue you warning, for and, the cutpurſe. Youth, youth, thou hadſt better bin ſtaru'd by thy Nurſe, Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purſe. Good! Well ſaid! hee were to blame that wold not i'faith. Good i'faith, how ſay you, Numps? Is there any harme i'this? It hath bin vpbrayded to men of my trade, That oftē times we are the cauſe of this crime. Alacke and for pitty, why ſhould it be ſaid? As if they regarded or places, or time. Examples haue been Of ſome that were ſeen, In Weſtminſter Hall, yea the pleaders between, Then why ſhould the Iudges be free from this curſe, More then my poore ſelfe, for cutting the purſe? Youth, youth, thou hadſt better bin ſtaru'd by thy Nurſe, Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purſe. The more coxcōbes they that did it, I wuſſe. God a mercy for that! why ſhould they be more free indeede? That againe, good Ballad-man, that againe. O rare! I would faine rubbe mine elbow now, but I dare not pull out my hand. On, I pray thee, hee that made this ballad, ſhall be Poet to my Maſque. At Worc'ter'tis knowne well, and euen i'the layle, A Knight of good worſhip did there ſhew his face, Againſt the foule ſinners, in zealè for to rayle, And loſt (ipſo facto) his purſe in the place. Nay, once from the Seat Of Iudgement ſo great, A Iudge there did loſe a faire pouch of veluete. O Lord for thy mercy, how wicked or worſe, Are thoſe that ſo venture their necks for a purſe! Youth, youth, &c. Is it poſſible? I'faith? Youth, youth, &c? pray thee ſtay a little, friend, yet o'thy conſcience, Numps, ſpeake, is there any harme i'this? To tell you true, 'tis too good for you, leſſe you had grace to follow it. It doth diſcouer enormitie, I'le marke it more: I ha' not lik'd a paltry piece of poetry, ſo well a good while. Youth, youth, &c! where's this youth, now? A man muſt call vpon him, for his owne good, and yet hee will not appeare: looke here, here's for him; handy-dandy, which hand will he haue? On, I pray thee, with the reſt, I doe heare of him, but I cannot ſee him, this Maſter Youth, the cutpurſe. At Playes and at Sermons, and at the Seſſions, 'Tis daily their practice ſuch booty to make: Yea, vnder the Gallowes, at Executions, They ſticke not the Stare-abouts purſes to take. Nay one without grace, at a better place, At Court, & in Chriſtmas, before the Kings face, Alacke then for pitty muſt I beare the curſe, That onely belongs to the cunning cutpurſe?