Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 474 words
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And practised with those two, as Sorcerers. And give you potions, by which means you were Not Compos mentis, when you made your feoffment. There's no recovery o' your state, but this: This, Sir, will sting. And move in a Court of equity. For, it is more than manifest, that this was A plot o' your wives, to get your land. I think it. Sir it appears. Nay, and my cousin has known These gallants in these shapes. T' have done strange things, Sir. One as the Lady, the other as the Squire. How, a man's honesty may be fooled! I thought him A very Lady. So did I: renounce me else. But this way, Sir, you'll be revenged at height. Upon 'em all. Yes faith, and since your Wife Has run the way of woman thus, even give her— Lost by this hand, to me; dead to all joys Of her dear Dotterel, I shall never pity her: That could, pity herself. Princely resolved Sir, And like yourself still, in Potentiâ. Guilt-head what news? O Sir, my hundred pieces: Let me ha' them yet. Yes Sir, officers Arrest him. Me? I arrest you. Keep the peace, I charge you gentlemen. Arrest me? Why? For better security, Sir. My son Plutarch Assures me, ye are not worth a groat. Pardon me, Father, I said his worship had no foot of Land left: And that I'll justify, for I writ the deed. Ha' you these tricks i' the city? Yes, and more. Arrest this gallant too, here, at my suit. I, and at mine. He owes me for his lodging Two year and a quarter. Why M. Guilt-head, Landlord, Thou art not mad, though th' art Constable Puffed up with th' pride of the place? Do you hear, Sirs. Have I deserved this from you two? for all My pains at Court, to get you each a patent For what? Vpo' my project o' the forks, Forks? what be they? The laudable use of forks, Brought into custom here, as they are in Italy, To th' sparing o' Napkins. That, that should have made Your bellows go at the forge, as his at the furnace. I ha' procured it, ha' the Signet for it, Dealt with the Linen-drapers, on my private, By cause, I feared, they were the likeliest ever To stir against, to cross it: for 'twill be A mighty saver of Linen through the kingdom (As that is one o' my grounds, and to spare washing) Now, on you two, had I laid all the profits. Guilt-head to have the making of all those Of gold and silver, for the better personages; And you, of those of Steel for the common sort. And both by Patent, I had brought you your seals in. But now you have prevented me, and I thank you.
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And practiſed with thoſe two, as Sorcerers. And ga' you potions, by which meanes you were Not Compos mentis, when you made your feoffment. There's no recouery o' your ſtate, but this: This, Sir, will ſting. And moue in a Court of equity. For, it is more then manifeſt, that this was A plot o' your wiues, to get your land. I thinke it. Sir it appeares. Nay, and my coſſen has knowne Theſe gallants in theſe ſhapes. T' haue don ſtrange things, Sir. One as the Lady, the other as the Squire. How, a mans honeſty may be fool'd! I thought him A very Lady. So did I: renounce me elſe. But this way, Sir, you'll be reueng'd at height. Vpon 'hem all. Yes faith, and ſince your Wife Has runne the way of woman thus, e'en giue her— Loſt by this hand, to me; dead to all ioyes Of her deare Dottrell, I ſhall neuer pitty her: That could, pitty her ſelfe. Princely reſolu'd Sir, And like your ſelfe ſtill, in Potentiâ. GVilt-head what newes? O Sir, my hundred peices: Let me ha' them yet. Yes Sir, officers Arreſt him. Me? I arreſt you. Keepe the peace, I charge you gentlemen. Arreſt me? Why? For better ſecurity, Sir. My ſonne Plutarchus Aſſures me, y' are not worth a groat. Pardon me, Father, I ſaid his worſhip had no foote of Land left: And that I'll iuſtifie, for I writ the deed. Ha' you theſe tricks i' the citty? Yes, and more. Arreſt this gallant too, here, at my ſuite. I, and at mine. He owes me for his lodging Two yeere and a quarter. Why M. Guilt-head, Land-Lord, Thou art not mad, though th' art Conſtable Puft vp with th' pride of the place? Do you heare, Sirs. Haue I deſeru'd this from you two? for all My paines at Court, to get you each a patent For what? Vpo' my proiect o' the forkes, Forkes? what be they? The laudable vſe of forkes, Brought into cuſtome here, as they are in Italy, To th' ſparing o' Napkins. That, that ſhould haue made Your bellowes goe at the forge, as his at the fornace. I ha' procur'd it, ha' the Signet for it, Dealt with the Linnen-drapers, on my priuate, By cauſe, I fear'd, they were the likelyeſt euer To ſtirre againſt, to croſſe it: for 'twill be A mighty ſauer of Linnen through the kingdome (As that is one o' my grounds, and to ſpare waſhing) Now, on you two, had I layd all the profits. Guilt-head to haue the making of all thoſe Of gold and ſiluer, for the better perſonages; And you, of thoſe of Steele for the common ſort. And both by Pattent, I had brought you your ſeales in. But now you haue preuented me, and I thanke you.