Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 488 words
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I shall switch your brains out. Where poor Tim Tapwell with a little stock Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage, Humbled myself to marriage with my Froth here; Gave entertainment. Yes, to whores, and canters, Clubbers by night. True, but they brought in profit, And had a gift to pay for what they called for, And stuck not like your mastership. The poor Income I gleaned from them, hath made me in my parish, Thought worthy to be scavenger, and in time May rise to be Overseer of the poor; Which if I do, on your petition Welborne, I may allow you thirteen pence a quarter, And you shall thank my worship. Thus you dogbolt, And thus. Cry out for help. Stir and thou diest: Your potent Prince the Constable shall not save you. Hear me ungrateful hellhound; did not I Make purses for you? Then you licked my boots, And thought your holy day cloak too course to clean'em. 'Twas I that when I heard thee swear, if ever Thou couldst arrive at forty pounds, thou wouldst Live like an Emperor: 'twas I that gave it, In ready gold. Deny this, wretch. I must Sir, For from the tavern to the taphouse, all On forfeiture of their licences stand bound, Never to remember who their best guests were, If they grew poor like you. They are well rewarded That beggar themselves to make such cuckolds rich. Thou viper thankless viper; impudent bawd! But since you are grown forgetful, I will help Your memory, and tread thee into mortar: Not leave one bone unbroken. Oh. Ask mercy. I will not be granted. Hold, for my sake hold. Deny me, Frank? they are not worth your anger. For once thou hast redeemed them from this sceptre: But let'em vanish, creeping on their knees, And if they grumble, I revoke my pardon. This comes of your prating husband, you presumed On your ambling wit, and must use your glib tongue Though you are beaten lame for't. Patience Froth. There's law to cure our bruises. Sent to your mother? My Lady, Frank, my patroness! my all! she's such a mourner for my father's death, And in her love to him, so favours me, That I cannot pay too much observance to her. There are few such stepdames. 'Tis a noble widow, And keeps her reputation pure, and clear From the least taint of infamy; her life With the splendour of her actions leaves no tongue To Envy, or Detraction. Prithee tell me; Has she no suitors? even the best of the shire, Frank, My Lord excepted. Such as sue, and send, And send, and sue again, but to no purpose. Their frequent visits have not gained her presence; Yet she's so far from sullenness, and pride, That I dare undertake you shall meet from her A liberal entertainment. I can give you A catalogue of her suitors names.
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I shall switch your braines out. Where poore Tim Tapwell with a little stocke Some forty pounds or so, bought a small cottage, Humbled my selfe to marriage with my Froth here; Gaue entertainment. Yes, to whores, and canters, Clubbers by night. True, but they brought in profit, And had a gift to pay for what they call'd for, And stucke not like your mastership. The poore Income I glean'd from them, hath made mee in my parish, Thought worthy to bee Scauinger, and in time May rise to be Ouerseer of the poore; Which if I doe, on your petition Welborne, I may allow you thirteene pence a quarter, And you shall thanke my worship. Thus you doggebolt, And thus. Cry out for helpe. Stirre and thou diest: Your potent Prince the Constable shall not saue you. Heare me vngratefull hellhound; did not I Make purses for you? Then you lick'd my bootes, And thought your holy day cloke too course to cleane'em. 'Twas I that when I heard thee sweare, if euer Thou could'st arriue at forty pounds, thou would'st Liue like an Emperour: 'twas I that gaue it, In ready gold. Denie this, wretch. I must Sir, For from the tauerne to the taphouse, all On forfeiture of their licences stand bound, Neuer to remember who their best guests were, If they grew poore like you. They are well rewarded That begger themselues to make such cuckolds rich. Thou viper thanklesse viper; impudent bawde! But since you are grow'n forgetfull, I will helpe Your memory, and tread thee into mortar: Not leaue one bone vnbroken. Oh. Aske mercie. I will not be granted. Hold, for my sake hold. Deny mee, Franke? they are not worth your anger. For once thou hast redeem'd them from this scepter: But let'em vanish, creeping on their knees, And if they grumble, I reuoke my pardon. This comes of your prating husband, you presum'd On your ambling wit, and must vse your glib tongue Though you are beaten lame for't. Patience Froth. There's law to cure our bruizes. Sent to your mother? My Lady, Franke, my patronesse! my all! Shee's such a mourner for my fathers death, And in her loue to him, so fauours mee, That I cannot pay too much obseruance to her. There are few such stepdames. 'Tis a noble widdow, And keepes her reputation pure, and cleere From the least taint of infamie; her life With the splendour of her actions leaues no tongue To Enuy, or Detraction. Prethee tell mee; Has shee no suitors? Euen the best of the shire, Franke, My Lord excepted. Such as sue, and send, And send, and sue againe, but to no purpose. Their frequent visits haue not gain'd her presence; Yet shee's so far from fullennesse, and pride, That I dare vndertake you shall meete from her A liberall entertainment. I can giue you A catalogue of her suitors names.