Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King'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.
O Chief! You do not know, dear Chief, what there is in me. Prove me but for a fortnight, for a week, And lend me but a Vice, to carry with me, To practise therewith any playfellow, And, you will see, there will come more upon't, Than you'll imagine, precious Chief. What Vice? What kind wouldst th'haue it of? Why, any Frand; Or Covetousness; or Lady Vanity; Or old Iniquity: I'll call him hither. What is he, calls upon me, and would seem to lack a Vice? E'er his words be half spoken, I am with him in a trice; Here, there, and every where, as the Cat is with the mice: True vetus Iniquitas. Lackest thou Cards, friend, or Dices? I will teach thee cheat, Child, to cog, lie, and swagger, And ever and anon, to be drawing forth thy dagger: To swear by Gogs-nownes, like a lusty Iwentus, In a cloak to thy heel, and a hat like a penthouse. Thy breeches of three fingers, and thy doublet all belly, With a Wench that shall feed thee, with cock-stones and jelly. Is it not excellent, Chief? how nimble he is! Child of hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leap From the top of Paul's-steeple, to the Standard in Cheap: And lead thee a dance, through the streets without fail, Like a needle of Spain, with a thread at my tail. We will survey the Suburbs, and make forth our sallies, Down Petticoat-lane, and up the Smock-alleys, To Shoreditch, Whitechapel, and so to Saint Katherine's. To drink with the Dutch there, and take forth their patterns: From thence, we will put in at Customhouse key there, And see, how the Factors, and Prentices play there, False with their Masters; and geld many a full pack, To spend it in pies, at the Dagger, and the Woolsacke. Brave, brave, Iniquity! will not this do, Chief? Nay, boy, I will bring thee to the Bawds, and the Roisters, At Belins-gate, feasting with claret-wine, and oysters, From thence shoot the Bridge, child, to the Cranes i'the Vintry, And see, there the gimlets, how they make their entry▪ Or, if thou hadst rather, to the Strand down to fall, 'Gainst the Lawyers come dabbled from Westminster-hall And mark how they cling, with their clients together, Like ivy to Oak; so Velvet to Leather: Ha', boy, I would show thee. Rare, rare! Peace, dotard, And thou more ignorant thing, that so admirest. Art thou the spirit thou seem'st? so poor? to choose This, for a Vice, t'advance the cause of Hell, Now? as Vice stands this present year? Remember, What number it is. Six hundred and sixteen. Had it but been five hundred, though some sixty Above; that's fifty years ago, and six, (When every great man had his Vice stand by him, In his long coat, shaking his wooden dagger) I could consent, that, than this your grave choice Might have done that, with his Lord Chief, the which Most of his chamber can do now. But Pug,
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O Chiefe! You doe not know, deare Chiefe, what there is in mee. Proue me but for a fortnight, for a weeke, And lend mee but a Vice, to carry with mee, To practice there-with any play-fellow, And, you will ſee, there will come more vpon't, Then you'll imagine, pretious Chiefe. What Vice? What kind wouldſt th'haue it of? Why, any Frand; Or Couetouſneſſe; or Lady Vanity; Or old Iniquity: I'll call him hither. What is he, calls vpon me, and would ſeeme to lack a Vice? Ere his words be halfe ſpoken, I am with him in a trice; Here, there, and euery where, as the Cat is with the mice: True vetus Iniquitas. Lack'ſt thou Cards, friend, or Dice? I will teach thee cheate, Child, to cog, lye, and ſwagger, And euer and anon, to be drawing forth thy dagger: To ſweare by Gogs-nownes, like a luſty Iuuentus, In a cloake to thy heele, and a hat like a pent-houſe. Thy breeches of three fingers, and thy doublet all belly, With a Wench that ſhall feede thee, with cock-ſtones and gelly. Is it not excellent, Chiefe? how nimble he is! Child of hell, this is nothing! I will fetch thee a leape From the top of Pauls-ſteeple, to the Standard in Cheepe: And lead thee a daunce, through the ſtreets without faile, Like a needle of Spaine, with a thred at my tayle. We will ſuruay the Suburbs, and make forth our ſallyes, Downe Petticoate-lane, and vp the Smock-allies, To Shoreditch, Whitechappell, and ſo to Saint Kathernes. To drinke with the Dutch there, and take forth their patternes: From thence, wee will put in at Cuſtome-houſe key there, And ſee, how the Factors, and Prentizes play there, Falſe with their Maſters; and gueld many a full packe, To ſpend it in pies, at the Dagger, and the Wool-ſacke. Braue, braue, Iniquity! will not this doe, Chiefe? Nay, boy, I wil bring thee to the Bawds, and the Royſters, At Belins-gate, feaſting with claret-wine, and oyſters, From thence ſhoot the Bridge, childe, to the Cranes i'the Vintry, And ſee, there the gimblets, how they make their entry▪ Or, if thou hadſt rather, to the Strand downe to fall, 'Gainſt the Lawyers come dabled from Weſtminſter-hall And marke how they cling, with their clyents together, Like Iuie to Oake; ſo Veluet to Leather: Ha, boy, I would ſhew thee. Rare, rare! Peace, dotard, And thou more ignorant thing, that ſo admir'ſt. Art thou the ſpirit thou ſeem'ſt? ſo poore? to chooſe This, for a Vice, t'aduance the cauſe of Hell, Now? as Vice ſtands this preſent yeere? Remember, What number it is. Six hundred and ſixteene. Had it but beene fiue hundred, though ſome ſixty Aboue; that's fifty yeeres agone, and ſix, (When euery great man had his Vice ſtand by him, In his long coat, ſhaking his wooden dagger) I could conſent, that, then this your graue choice Might haue done that, with his Lord Chiefe, the which Moſt of his chamber can doe now. But Pug,