Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Yes, Sir, and they pretend Great business. What manner of men are they? They look like pictures of Antiquity. And their cloaks seem to have been the coverings Of some old Monuments. They are my Gibeonites, Are come to traffic with me, some design Is now on foot, and this is our Exchange time. These are my old projectors, and they make me The superintendent of their business. But still they shoot two or three bows too short, For want of money and adventurers. They have as many demurs as the Chancery, And hatch more strange imaginations Than any dreaming Philosopher: one of them Will undertake the making of Bay-salt, For a penny a Bushel, to serve the State, Another dreams of building waterworks, Drying of Fens and Marshes, like the Dutchmen. Another strives to raise his fortunes, from Decayed Bridges, and would exact a tribute From Alehouses, and signposts: some there are, Would make a thoroughfare for the whole kingdom, And office, where Nature should give account For all she took, and sent into the world. But they were borne in an unlucky hour, For some unfortunate mischance or other, Still come athwart them; well I must into them, And feast them with new hopes, 'twill be good sport, To hear how they dispure it, Pro, and Con. In the mean time, Autolicus, prepare To meet my Courtier. I have my Q. Sir. 'tIs near about the time he promised. Boy, Go and dispatch those Letters presently. Return my service to the Lady Lautus. And carry back her Watch, and Diamond. Ask if the Dutchess has been there today. And if you chance to see the Lord her brother, Tell him I'll meet him at the Ambassadors. I shall Sir. What M. Trimalchio. Yo' are punctual to your hour. Trim. Sir, for your sake, I can dispense with my occasions. You'll not imagine what a heavy stir, I had to come today. Why what's the matter? No less than seven Coaches to attend me, To fetch me Volens, Nolens. Pray from whom? The Lord Philantus, and some minor Nobles. Whose names, I am loath should clog my memory. They strove for me, as the seven Grecian Cities Were said to wrangle about the blind Poet. How got you rid of them? I had the grace To go with none of them, made an excuse. T' avoid their troublesome visitations. How do they relish your neglect of them? I know not, yet I still abuse them all. How? not abuse them. I mean laugh at them. Some passages, some sprinkling of my wit, No otherwise, for which you little think How I am feared amongst them, how the Ladies Are took with my conceits, how they admire My wit, and judgement, trust me with their secrets, Beyond their Painter, or Apothecary. I'll tell you in a word, but 'twill perplex you, I am their Lasanophorus.
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Yes, Sir, and they pretend Great buſineſſe. What manner of men are they? They looke like pictures of Antiquitie. And their cloakes ſeeme to have bin the coverings Of ſome old Monuments. They are my Gibeonites, Are come to traffique with me, ſome deſigne Is now on foot, and this is our Exchange time. Theſe are my old proiectors, and they make me The ſuperintendent of their buſineſſe. But ſtill they ſhoot two or three bowes too ſhort, For want of monie and adventurers. They haue as many demurres as the Chancery, And hatch more ſtrange imaginations Than any dreaming Philoſopher: one of them Will undertake the making of Bay-ſalt, For a penny a Buſhell, to ſerue the State, Another dreames of building water-workes, Drying of Fennes and Marſhes, like the Dutchmen. Another ſtrives to raiſe his fortunes, from Decay'd Bridges, and would exact a tribute From Ale-houſes, and ſigne-poſts: ſome there are, Would make a thorow-fare for the whole kingdome, And office, where Nature ſhould give account For all ſhee tooke, and ſent into the world. But they were borne in an unlucky houre, For ſome unfortunate miſchance or other, Still come a'thwart them; well I muſt into them, And feaſt them with new hopes, 'twill be good ſport, To heare how they diſpure it, Pro, and Con. In the meane time, Autolicus, prepare To meet my Courtier. I have my Q. Sir. TIs neere about the time he promiſed. Boy, Goe and diſpatch thoſe Letters preſently. Returne my ſervice to the Lady Lautus. And carry backe her Watch, and Diamond. Aske if the Dutchſſe has beene there to day. And if you chance to ſee the Lord her brother, Tell him I'lll meet him at the Embaſſadours. I ſhal Sir. What M. Trimalchio. Yo' are punctuall to your houre. Trim. Sir, for your ſake, I can diſpenſe with my occaſions. You'll not imagine what a heauy ſtirre, I had to come to day. Why what's the matter? No leſſe then ſeven Ceaches to attend mee, To fetch me Valens, Nons. Pray from whom? The Lord Philantus, and ſome min Nobles. Whoſe names, I am loah ſhould clog my memorie. They ſtrove for me, as the ſeven Graecian Cities Were ſaid to wrangle about the blinde Poet. How got you rid of them? I had the grace To goe with none of them, made an excuſe. T' avoyd their troubleſome viſitations. How doe they relliſh your neglect of them? I know not, yet I ſtill abuſe them all. How? not abuſe them. I meane laugh at them. Some paſſages, ſome ſprinkling of my wit, No otherwiſe, for which you little thinke How I am fear'd amongſt them, how the Ladies Are tooke with my conceits, how they admire My wit, and iudgement, truſt me with their ſecrets, Beyond their Painter, or Apothecary. I'll tell you in a word, but 'twill perplexe you, I am their Laſanophorus.