Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.82 · 450 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
'Tis true, and I lie fallow for it, the while! O, Sir! you'll grow the richer for the rest. I hope I shall: but Engine, you do talk Somewhat too much, o' my courses. My Cloak-customer Can tell me strange particulars. By my means? How should he have 'em else? You do not know, Sr, What he has: and by what arts! A moneied man, Sir, And is as great with your Almanack-Men, as you are! That Gallant? You make the other wait too long, here: And he is extreme punctual. Is he a gallant? Sir, you shall see: He ' is in his riding suit, As he comes now from Court. But here him speak: Minister matter to him, and than tell me. SIr, money's a whore, a bawd, a drudge; Fit to run out on errands: Let her go. Via pecunia! when she's run and gone, And fled and dead; than will I fetch her, again, With Aquavitae, out of an old Hogshead! While there are leeses of wine, or dregss of beer, I'll never want her! Coin her out of cobwebs, Dust, but I'll have her! Raise wool upon eggshells, Sir, and make grass grow out o' marro-bones. To make her come. (Commend me to your Mistress, Say, let the thousand pound but be had ready, And it is done) I would but see the creature (Of flesh, and blood) the man, the prince, indeed, That could employ so many millions As I would help him to. How, talks he? millions? (I'll give you an account of this to morrow.) Yes, I will talk no less, and do it too; If they were Myriad: and without the Devil, By direct means, it shall be good in law. Sir. Tell Mr. Woodcock, I'll not fail to meet him Upon th' Exchange at night. Pray him to have The writings there, and we'll dispatch it: Sir, You are a Gentleman of a good presence, A handsome man (I have considered you) As a fit stock to grafted honours upon: I have a Project to make you a Duke, now. That you must be one, within so many months, As I set down, out of true reason of state, You sha' not avoid it. But you must hearken, than. Hearken? why Sr, do you doubt his ears? Alas! You do not know Master Fitz-dottrel. He does not know me indeed. I thank you, Ingine, Fot rectifying him. Good! Why, Ingine, than I'll tell it you. (I see you ha' credit, here, And, that you can keep counsel, I'll not question.) He shall but be an undertaker with me, In a most feasible business. It shall cost him Nothing. Good, Sr.
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'Tis true, and I lie fallow for 't, the while! O, Sir! you'll grow the richer for the reſt. I hope I ſhall: but Ingine, you doe talke Somewhat too much, o' my courſes. My Cloake-cuſtomer Could tell mee ſtrange particulars. By my meanes? How ſhould he haue 'hem elſe? You do not know, Sr, What he has: and by what arts! A monei'd man, Sir, And is as great with your Almanack-Men, as you are! That Gallant? You make the other wait too long, here: And hee is extreme punctuall. Is he a gallant? Sir, you ſhall ſee: He' is in his riding ſuit, As hee comes now from Court. But heere him ſpeake: Miniſter matter to him, and then tell mee. SIr, money's a whore, a bawd, a drudge; Fit to runne out on errands: Let her goe. Via pecunia! when ſhe's runne and gone, And fled and dead; then will I fetch her, againe, With Aqua-vitae, out of an old Hogs-head! While there are lees of wine, or dregs of beere, I'le neuer want her! Coyne her out of cobwebs, Duſt, but I'll haue her! Raiſe wooll vpon egge-ſhells, Sir, and make graſſe grow out o' marro-bones. To make her come. (Commend mee to your Miſtreſſe, Say, let the thouſand pound but be had ready, And it is done) I would but ſee the creature (Of fleſh, and blood) the man, the prince, indeed, That could imploy ſo many millions As I would help him to. How, talks he? millions? (I'll giue you an account of this to morrow. ) Yes, I will talke no leſſe, and doe it too; If they were Myriades: and without the Diuell, By direct meanes, it ſhall be good in law. Sir. Tell Mr. Wood-cock, I'll not faile to meet him Vpon th' Exchange at night. Pray him to haue The writings there, and wee'll diſpatch it: Sir, You are a Gentleman of a good preſence, A handſome man (I haue conſidered you) As a fit ſtocke to graft honours vpon: I haue a Proiect to make you a Duke, now. That you muſt be one, within ſo many moneths, As I ſet downe, out of true reaſon of ſtate, You ſha' not auoyd it. But you muſt harken, then. Harken? why Sr, do you doubt his eares? Alas! You doe not know Maſter Fitz-dottrel. He do's not know me indeed. I thank you, Ingine, Fot rectifying him. Good! Why, Ingine, then I'le tell it you. (I ſee you ha' credit, here, And, that you can keepe counſell, I'll not queſtion.) Hee ſhall but be an vndertaker with mee, In a moſt feaſible bus'neſſe. It ſhall coſt him Nothing. Good, Sr.