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 · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Speak to the cause. I will, my Lord: to say, the late dead Marshal The father of this young Lord here, my Client, Hath done his Country great and faithful service, Might task me of impertinence to repeat, What your grave Lordships cannot but remember, He in his life, become indebted to These thrifty men, I will not wrong their credits, By giving them the attributes they now merit, And failing by the fortune of the wars, Of means to free himself, from his engagements, He was arrested, and for want of bail Imprisoned at their suit, and not long after With loss of liberty ended his life. And though it be a Maxim in our Laws, All suits die with the person, these men's malice In death find matter for their hate to work on, Denying him the decent Rites of burial, Which the sworn enemies of the Christian faith Grant freely to their slaves: may it therefore please Your Lordships, so to fashion your decree, That what their cruelty doth forbid, your pity May give allowance to. How long have you Sir practised in Court? Some twenty years, my Lord. By your gross ignorance it should appear, Not twenty days. I hope I have given no cause in this, my Lord— How dare you move the Court, To the dispensing with an Act confirmed By Parliament, to the terror of all bankrupts? Go home, and with more care peruse the Statutes: Or the next motion savouring of this boldness, May force you to leap (against your will) Over the place you plead at. I foresaw this. Why does your Lordship think, the moving of A cause more honest than this Court had ever The honour to determine, can deserve A check like this? Strange boldness! 'tis fit freedom: Or do you conclude, an advocate cannot hold His credit with the judge, unless he study His face more than the cause for which he pleads? Forbear. Or cannot you, that have the power To qualify the rigour of the Laws When you are pleased, take a little from The strictness of your sour decrees, enacted In favour of the greedy creditors Against the o'erthrown debtor? Sirrah, you that prate Thus saucily, what are you? Why I'll tell you, Thou purple-coloured man, I am one to whom Thou owest the means thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. Forbear. The nose thou wear'st, is my gift, and those eyes, That meet no object so base as their Master, Had been, long since torn from that guilty head, And thou thyself slave to some needy Swiss, Had I not worn a sword, and used it better Than in thy prayers thou ere didst thy tongue. Shall such an Insolence pass unpunished? Hear me.
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Speake to the cause. I will, my Lord: to say, the late dead Marshall The father of this young Lord heere, my Clyent, Hath done his Country great and faithfull seruice, Might taske me of impertinence to repeate, What your graue Lordships cannot but remember, He in his life, become indebted to These thriftie men, I will not wrong their credits, By giuing them the attributes they now merit, And fayling by the fortune of the warres, Of meanes to free himselfe, from his ingagements, He was arrested, and for want of bayle Imprisond at their suite, and not long after VVith losse of liberty ended his life. And though it be a Maxime in our Lawes, All suites dye with the person, these mens malice In death find matter for their hate to worke on, Denying him the decent Rytes of buriall, VVhich the sworne enemies of the Christian faith Grant freely to their slaues: may it therefore please Your Lordships, so to fashion your decree, That what their crueltie doth forbid, your pittie May giue allowance to. How long haue you Sir practis'd in Court? Some twenty yeeres, my Lord. By your grosse ignorance it should appeare, Not twentie dayes. I hope I haue giuen no cause in this, my Lord— How dare you moue the Court, To the dispensing with an Act confirmd By Parlment, to the terror of all banquerouts? Go home, and with more care peruse the Statutes: Or the next motion sauoring of this boldnesse, May force you to leape (against your will) Ouer the place you plead at. I foresaw this. Why does your Lordship thinke, the mouing of A cause more honest then this Court had euer The honor to determine, can deserue A checke like this? Strange boldnes! Tis fit freedome: Or do you conclude, an aduocate cannot hold His credit with the Iudge, vnlsse he study His face more then the cause for which he pleades? Forbeare. Or cannot you, that haue the power To qualifie the rigour of the Lawes When you are pleased, take a little from The strictnesse of your sowre decrees, enacted In fauor of the greedy creditors Against the orethrowne debtr? Sirra, you that prate Thus sawcily, what are you? Why Ile tell you, Thou purple-colour'd man, I am one to whom Thou owest the meanes thou hast of sitting there A corrupt Elder. Forbeare. The nose thou wearst, is my gift, and those eyes, That meete no obiect so base as their Master, Had bin, long since torne from that guiltie head, And thou thy selfe slaue to some needy Swisse, Had I not worne a sword, and vs'd it better Then in thy prayes thou ere didst thy tongue. Shall such an Insolence passe vnpunisht? Heare mee.