Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness typicality 0.84 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T37: wealth, riches, money, god, rich, poverty, men, learning, poor, ic.
Thanks to my providence like a swarm! Wealth falls Not in small drops upon me, (as at first) But like a torrent overthrows the bank As it would threat a deluge. Were it not pity My boy should not invent sluices enough To drain the copious stream. A thousand pities! That you should lose the fruits of so much care. True Ballio, true. Trust me, what art can do Shall not be wanting. I'll not be ungrateful. It lies in you to turn these silver hairs To a fresh black again, and by one favour Cut four years away from the grey sum. I had rather cut off all, and be our own carvers:— Aside Sir, if I had Medea's charms to boil An aged lamb in some enchanted caldron Till he start up a lamb, I would recall Your youth, and make you like the aged snake Cast off this wrinkled skin, and skip up fresh As at fifteen. All this you may and more. If you will place me where I may unseen Make my eye witness of my son's delight, I shall enjoy the pleasures by beholding 'em. True Sir, you know he's but your second self, The same you might have been at one and twenty: The bliss is both's alike. Most Philosophical! Place yourself there. I ha' no words but these To thank you with. This is true Rhetoric. COme forth my Rascals: Let the thriving Lord Confine his family unto half a man I clept a— Page. Our honour be attended With men of arts and arms. Captain: and Poets Shall with the Bilbow blade and Grey goose quill Grace our Retinue— And when we grow surly, Valour and wit fall prostrate at our frown, Crouch imps of Mars, and frogs of Helicon. How they adore him! and the perilous wag Becomes his state: To see what wealth can do, To those that have the blessing how to spend it! Your blessing was the wealth: the art of spending He had from me. Once more I give thee thanks. Who dares offend thee, Lord of fortitude, And not pay homage to thy potent toe, Shall be a morsel for the dogs. Stoutly delivered, My brave Thrasymachus— Thou for this shalt feed. I will not suffer valour to grow lean, And march like famine. I have seen an army Of such a meager troop, such thin-chapped starvelings, Their barking stomachs hardly could refrain From swallowing up the foe, ere they had slain him. If thou command our service, we will die Dull earth with crimson, till the tears of orphans, Widows and mothers wash it white again: we'll strew thy walks with legs, and arms, and thighs, And pay thee tribute thousand heads a day, Fresh bleeding from the trunk: and panting hearts Not dead shall leap in thy victorious paw. Then say thou too to Hunger— Friend adieu! Ballio condemn a bag, let trash away, See'em both armed in scarlet cap-a-pe, Strike topsail, men of war.
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Thanks to my providence like a swarm! Wealth falls Not in small drops upon me, (as at first) But like a torrent overthrows the bank As it would threat a deluge. Were it not pity My boy should not invent sluces enow To drain the copious stream. A thousand pities! That you should lose the fruits of so much care. True Ballio, true. Trust me, what art can do Shall not be wanting. I'le not be ungratefull. It lies in you to turn these silver hairs To a fresh black again, and by one favour Cut forue yeares away from the gray summe. I had rather cut off all, and be our own carvers:—Aside Sir, if I had Medea's charms to boyl An aged lambe in some inchaunted caldron 'Till he start up a lambe, I would recall Your youth, and make you like the aged snake Cast off this wrinckled skin, and skip up fresh As at fifteen. All this you may and more. If you will place me where I may unseen Make my eye witnesse of my sonnes delight, I shall enjoy the pleasures by beholding 'um. True Sir, you know he's but your second self, The same you might have been at one and twenty: The blisse is both's alike. Most Philosophicall! Place your self there. I ha' no words but these To thank you with. This is true Rhetorick. COme forth my Rascalls: Let the thriving Lord Confine his family unto half a man I cleept a—Page. Our honour be attended With men of arts and arms. Captain: and Poets Shall with the Bilbow blade and Gray goose quill Grace our Retinue—And when we grow surly, Valour and wit fall prostrate at our frown, Crouch imps of Mars, and frogs of Helicon. How they adore him! and the perilous wagge Becomes his state: To see what wealth can do, To those that have the blessing how to spend it! Your blessing was the wealth: the art of spending He had from me. Once more I give thee thanks. Who dares offend thee, Lord of fortitude, And not pay homage to thy potent toe, Shall be a morsell for the dogs. Stoutly deliver'd, My brave Thrasymachus—Thou for this shalt feed. I will not suffer valour to grow lean, And march like famine. I have seen an army Of such a meagre troop, such thin-chapt starvelings, Their barking stomacks hardly could refrain From swallowing up the foe, ere they had slain him. If thou command our service, we will die Dull earth with crimson, till the teares of orphanes, Widows and mothers wash it white again: Wee'le strow thy walks with legs, and arms, and thighes, And pay thee tribute thousand heads a day, Fresh bleeding from the trunck: and panting hearts Not dead shall leap in thy victorious paw. Then say thou too to Hunger—Friend adieu! Ballio condemne a bagge, let trash away, See'um both arm'd in scarlet cap-a-pea, Strike top-sail, men of warre.