Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Would I were not. But Sir, you have a cause, a cause so just, Of such necessity, not to be deferred, As would compel a maid, whose foot was never Set o'er her father's threshold, nor within The house where she was borne, ever spoke word, Which was not ushered with pure virgin blushes, To drown the tempest of a pleaders tongue, And force corruption to give back the hire It took against her: let examples move you. You see great men in birth, esteem and fortune, Rather than lose a scruple of their right, Fawn basely upon such, whose gowns put off, They would disdain for Servants. And to these can I become a suitor? Without loss, Would you consider, that to gain their favours, chastest dames put off their modesties, Soldiers forget their honours, usurers Make sacrifice of Gold, poets of wit, And men religious, part with fame, and goodness? Be therefore won to use the means, that may Advance your pious ends. You shall o'ercome. And you receive the glory, pray you now practise. 'Tis well. Not look on me! You must have patience— Offer't again. And be again contemned? I know what's to be done. And that your Lordship Will please to do your knowledge, we offer, first Our thankful hearts here, as a bounteous earnest To what we will add One word more of this I am your enemy. Am I a man Your bribes can work on? ha? Friends, you mistake The way to win my Lord, he must not hear this, But I, as one in favour, in his sight, May hearken to you for my profit. Sir, I pray hear 'em. 'tis well. Observe him now. Your cause being good, and your proceedings so, Without corruption; I am your friend, Speak your desires. Oh, they are charitable, The Marshal stood engaged unto us three, Two hundred thousand crowns, which by his death We are defeated of. For which great loss We aim at nothing but his rotten flesh, Nor is that cruelty. I have a son, That talks of nothing but of Guns and Armours, And swears he'll be a soldier, 'tis an humour I would divert him from, and I am told That if I minister to him in his drink Powder, made of this bankrupt Marshals bones, Provided that the carcase rot above ground, 'T will cure his foolish frenzy. You show in it A father's care. I have a son myself, A fashionable Gentleman and a peaceful: And but I am assured he's not so given, He should take of it too. Sir, what are you? A Gentleman. So are many that rake dunghills. If you have any suit, move it in Court. I take no papers in corners. Yes as the matter may be carried, and hereby To manage the conveyance— Follow him.
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Would I were not. But Sir, you haue a cause, a cause so iust, Of such necessitie, not to be deferd, As would compell a mayde, whose foot was neuer Set ore her fathers threshold, nor within The house where she was borne, euer spake word, Which was not vshered with pure virgin blushes, To drowne the tempest of a pleaders tongue, And force corruption to giue backe the hire It tooke against her: let examples moue you. You see great men in birth, esteeme and fortune, Rather then lose a scruple of their right, Fawne basely vpon such, whose gownes put off, They would disdaine for Seruants. And to these can I become a suytor? Without losse, Would you consider, that to gaine their fauors, Or chastst dames put off their modesties, Soldiers forget their honos, vsurers Make sacrifice of Gold, poets of wit, And men religious, part with fame, and goodnesse? Be therfore wonne to vse the meanes, that may Aduace your pious ends. You shall orecome. And you receiue the glory, pray you now practise. 'Tis well. No looke on me! You ust haue patience—Offer't againe. And be againe contemn'd? I know whats to be done. And that your Lordship Will please to do your knowledge, we offer, first Our thankefull hearts heere, as a bounteous earnest To what we will adde One word more of this I am your enemie. Am I a man Your bribes can worke on? ha? Friends, you mistake The way to winne my Lord, he must not heare this, But I, as one in fauour, in his sigh, May harken to you for my profit. Sir, I pray heare em. Tis well. Obserue him now. Your cause being good, and your proceedings so, Without corruption; I am your friend, Speake your desires. Oh, they are charitable, The Mashall stood ingag'd vnto vs three, Two hundred thousand crownes, which by his death We are defeated of. For which great losse We ayme at nothing but his rotten flesh, Nor is that cruelty. I haue a sonne, That talkes of nothing but of Gunnes and Armors, And sweares hee'll be a soldier, tis an humor I would diuert him from, and I am told That if I minister to him in his drinke Powder, made of this banquerou Marshalls bones, Prouided that the carcase rot aboue ground, 'T will cure his foolish frensie. You shew in it A fathers care. I haue a sonne my selfe, A fashionable Gentleman and a peacefull: And but I am assur'd he's not so giuen, He should take of it too. Sir, what are you? A Gentleman. So are many that rake dunghills. If you haue any suit, moue it in Court. I take no papers in corners. Yes as the matter may be carried, and hreby To mannage the conuayance—Follow him.