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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
One moment more, But to bestow a few poor legacies, All I have left in my dead father's rights, And I have done. Captain, wear thou these spurs That yet ne'er made his horse run from a foe. Lieutenant, thou, this Scarf, and may it tie Thy valour, and thy honesty together: For so it did in him. Ensign, this cuirass Your general's necklace once. You gentle Bearers, Divide this purse of gold, this other, strew Among the poor: 'tis all I have. Romont, (Wear thou this medal of himself) that like A hearty Oak, grew'st close to this tall Pine, Even in the wildest wilderness of war, Whereon foes broke their swords, and tired themselves; Wounded and hacked ye were, but never felled. For me, my portion provide in Heaven: My root is earthed, and I a desolate branch Left scattered in the high way of the world, Trod under foot, that might have been a Column, Mainly supporting our demolished house, This would I wear as my inheritance. And what hope can arise to me from it, When I and it are both here prisoners? Only may this, if ever we be free, Keep, or redeem me from all infamy. No farther, look to 'em at your own peril. No, as they please: their Master's a good man. I would they were the Bermudas. You must no further. The prison limits you, and the Creditors Exact the strictness. Out you wolvish mongrels! Whose brains should be knocked out, like dogs in Iuly, Lest your infection poison a whole town. They grudge our sorrow: your ill wills perforce Turns now to Charity: they would not have us Walk too far mourning, vsurers relief Grieves, if the Debtors have too much of grief. I prithee tell me, Florimell, why do women marry? Why truly Madam, I think, to lie with their husbands. You are a fool; She lies, Madam, women marry husbands, To lie with other men. Faith, e'en such a woman wilt thou make. By this light, Madam, this wagtail will spoil you, if you take delight in her licence. 'tis true, Florimell: and thou wilt make me too good for a young Lady. What an electuary found my father out for his daughter, when he compounded you two my women? for thou, Florimell, art e'en a grain too heavy, simply for a waiting Gentlewoman. And thou Bellapert, a grain too light. Well, go thy ways goodly wisdom, whom nobody regards. I wonder, whether be elder thou or thy hood you think, because you serve my Lady's mother, are 32 years old which is a peep cut, you know. Well said, whirligig. You are deceived: I want a peg i'th' middle. Out of these Prerogatives! you think to be mother of the maids here, & mortify 'em with proverbs: go, go, govern the sweet meats, and weigh the Sugar, that the wenches steal none: say your prayers twice a day, and as I take it, you have performed your function. I may be even with you.
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One moment more, But to bestow a few poore legacyes, All I haue left in my dead fathers rights, And I haue done. Captaine, weare thou these spurs That yet ne're made his horse runne from a foe. Lieutenant, thou, this Scarfe, and may it tye Thy valor, and thy honestie together: For so it did in him. Ensigne, this Curace Your Generalls necklace once. You gentle Bearers, Deuide this purse of gold, this other, strow Among the poore: tis all I haue. Romont, (Weare thou this medall of himselfe) that like A hearty Oake, grew'st close to this tall Pine, Euen in the wildest wildernesse of war, VVhereon foes broke their swords, and tyr'd themselues; VVounded and hack'd yee were, but neuer fell'd. For me, my portion prouide in Heauen: My roote is carth'd, and I a desolate branch Left scattered in the high way of the world, Trod vnder foot, that might haue bin a Columne, Mainely supporting our demolish'd house, This would I weare as my inheritance. And what hope can arise to me from it, VVhen I and it are both heere prisoners? Onely may this, if euer we be free, Keepe, or redeeme me from all infamie. No farther, looke to 'em at your owne perill. No, as they please: their Master's a good man. I would they were the Burmudas. You must no further. The prison limits you, and the Creditors Exact the strictnesse. Out you wooluish mungrells! Whose braynes should be knockt out, like dogs in Iuly, Lest your infection poyson a whole towne. They grudge our sorrow: your ill wills perforce Turnes now to Charity: they would not haue vs Walke too farre mourning, vsurers reliefe Grieues, if the Debtors haue too much of griefe. I prithee tell me, Florimell, why do women marry? Why truly Madam, I thinke, to lye with their husbands. You are a foole; She lyes, Madam, women marry husbands, To lye with other men. Faith, eene such a woman wilt thou make. By thi light, Madam, this wagtaile will spoyle you, if you take delight in her licence. Tis true, Florimell: and thou wilt make me too good for a yong Lady. What an electuary found my faher out for his daughter, when hee compounded you two my women? for thou, Florimell, art ene a graine too heauy, simply for a wayting Gentlewoman. And thou Bellapert, a graine too light. Well, go thy wayes goodly wisdom, whom no body regards. I wonder, whether be elder thou or thy hood you thinke, because you serue my Ladyes mother, are 32 yeeres old which is a peepe cut, you know. Well sayd, wherligig. You are deceyu'd: I want a peg ith' middle. Out of these Prerogatiues! you thinke to be mother of the maydes heere, & mortifie em with prouerbs: goe, goe, gouern the sweet meates, and waigh the Suger, that the wenches steale none: say your prayers twice a day, and as I take it, you haue performd your function. I may bee euen with you.