Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
You are rude. I say, he shall not pass. You say so. O what assurance? For the well cutting of his Lordship's corns, Picking his toes, or any office else Nearer to baseness! Look upon me better, Are these the ensigns of so course a fellow? Be well advised. Out, rogue, do not I know, These glorious weeds spring from the sordid dunghill Of thy officious baseness? wert thou worthy Of any thing from me, but my contempt, I would do more than this, more, you Court-spider. But that this man is lawless; he should find that I am valiant. If your ears are fast, 'tis nothing. What's a blow or two? as much— These chastisements, as useful are as frequent To such as would grow rich. Are they so Rascals? I will befriend you then. Bear witness, Sirs. Truth, I have borne my part already, friends. In the Court you shall have more. I know you for The worst of spirits, that strive to rob the tombs Of what is their inheritance, from the dead. For usurers, bred by a riotous peace: That hold the Charter of your wealth & freedom, By being Knaves and Cuckolds that ne'er prayed, But when you fear the rich heirs will grow wise, To keep their Lands out of your parchment toils; And then, the Devil your father's called upon, To invent some ways of Luxury ne'er thought on. Be gone, and quickly, or I'll leave no room Upon your forehead for your horns to sprout on, Without a murmur, or I will undo you; For I will beat you honest. Thrift forbid. We will bear this, rather than hazard that. I am somewhat eased in this yet. (Only friend) To what vain purpose do I make my sorrow, Wait on the triumph of their cruelty? Or teach their pride from my humility, To think it has o'ercome? They are determined What they will do: and it may well become me, To rob them of the glory they expect From my submiss entreaties. Think not so, Sir, The difficulties that you encounter with, Will crown the undertaking— Heaven! you weep: And I could do so too, but that I know, There's more expected from the son and friend Of him, whose fatal loss now shakes our natures. Then sighs, or tears, (in which a village nurse Or cunning strumpet, when her knave is hanged, May overcome us.) We are men (young Lord) Let us not do like women. To the Court, And there speak like your birth: wake sleeping justice, Or dare the Axe. This is a way will sort With what you are. I call you not to that I will shrink from myself, I will deserve Your thanks, or suffer with you— O how bravely That sudden fire of anger shows in you!
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You are rude. I say, he shall not passe. You say so. O what assurance? For the well cutting of his Lordships cornes, Picking his toes, or any office else Neerer to basenesse! Looke vpon mee better, Are these the ensignes of so coorse a fellow? Be well aduis'd. Out, rogue, do not I know, These glorious weedes spring from the sordid dunghill Of thy osicious basenesse? wert thou worthy Of any thing from me, but my contempt, I would do more then this, more, you Court-spider. But that this man is lawlesse; he should find that I am valiant. If your eares are fast, Tis nothing. Whats a blow or two? as much— These chastisements, as vsefull are as frequent To such as would grow rich. Are they so Rascals? I wil be-friend you then. Beare witnesse, Sirs. Trueth, I haue borne my part already, friends. In the Court you shall haue more. I know you for The worst of spirits, that stiue to rob the tombes Of what is thei inheritance, rom the dead. For vsres, bred by a otous peace: That hold the Charter o you welh & freedome, By being Knaues and Cuckolds that nere prayd, But when you feare the rich heires will grow wise, To keepe their Lands out of your parchment toyles; And then, the Diuell your fathe's cal vpon, To inuent some wayes of Luxury ne're thought on. Be gone, and quickly, or Ile leaue no roome Vpon your forhead for your hornes to sprowt on, Without a murmure, or I will vndoe you; For I will beate you honest. Thrift forbid. We will beare this, rather then hazard that. I am some-what eas'd in this yet. (Onely friend) To what vaine purpose do I make my sorrow, Wayte on the triumph of their cruelty? Or teach their pride from my humilitie, To thinke it has recome? They are determin'd What they will do: and it may well become me, To robbe them of the glory they expect From my submisse intreaties. Thinke not so, Sir, The dificulties that you incounter with, Will crowne the vndertaking — Heauen! you weepe: And I could do so too, but that I know, Theres more expected from the sonne and friend Of him, whose fatall losse now shakes our natures. Then sighs, or teares, (in which a village nurse Or cunning strumpet, when her knaue is hangd, May ouercome vs.) We are men (young Lord) Let vs not do like women. To the Cot, And there speak like your birth: wake sleeping iustice, Or dare the Ae. This is a way will sort With what you are. I call you not to that I wil shrinke from my selfe, I will deserne Your thankes, or suffer with you—O how brauely That sudden fire of anger shewes in you