Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
And shall do every Christmas, let your Worship But stand my friend now. How? with master Welborne? I can do any thing with him, on such terms; See you this honest couple: they are good souls As ever drew out faucet, have they not A pair of honest faces? I o'er heard you, And the bribe he promised, you are cozened in 'em, For of all the scum that grew rich by my riots This for a most unthankful knave, and this For a base bawd, and whore, have worst deserved me, And therefore speak not for'em, by your place You are rather to do me justice; lend me your ear, Forget his Turkeys, and call in his Licence, And at the next Fair, I'll give you a yoke of Oxen Worth all his Poultry. I am changed on the sudden In my opinion! come near; nearer Rascal. And now I view him better; did you e'er see One look so like an arch-knave? his very countenance, Should an understanding judge but look upon him, Would hang him, though he were innocent. Worshipful Sir. No though the great Turk came instead of Turkeys, To beg any favour, I am inexorable: Thou hast an ill name: besides thy musty Ale That hath destroyed many of the king's liege people Thou never hadst in thy house to stay men's stomachs A piece of Suffolk cheese, or Gammon of Bacon, Or any esculent, as the learned call it, For their emolument, but sheer drink only. For which gross fault, I here do damn thy licence, Forbidding thee ever to tap, or draw. For instantly, I will in mine own person Command the Constable to pull down thy Sign; And do it before I eat. No mercy? Vanish. If I show any, may my promised Oxen gore me. Unthankful knaves are ever so rewarded Speak; what are you? A decayed Vintner Sir, That might have thrived, but that your worship broke me With trusting you with Muskadine and Eggs, And five pound Suppers, with your after drinkings, When you lodged upon the Bankside. Remember. I have not been hasty, nor e'er laid to arrest you. And therefore Sir--- Thou art an honest fellow: I'll set thee up again, see his bill paid, What are you? A tailor once, but now mere Botcher. I gave you credit for a suit of clothes. Which was all my stock, but you failing in payment, I was removed from the Shop. board, and confined Under a Stall. See him paid, and botch no more. I ask no interest Sir. Such Tailors need not, If their bills are paid in one and twenty year They are seldom losers. O, I know thy face Thou were't my Surgeon: you must tell no tales. Those days are done. I will pay you in private. A royal Gentleman. Royal as an Emperor! He'll prove a brave master, my good Lady knew To choose a man.
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And shall doe euery Christmas, let your Worship But stand my friend now. How? with master Welborne? I can doe any thing with him, on such termes; See you this honest couple: they are good soules As euer drew out fosset, haue they not A payre of honest faces? I o're heard you, And the bribe he promis'd, you are cousend in 'em, For of all the scumme that grew rich by my riots This for a most vnthankefull knaue, and this For a base bawde, and whore, haue worst deseru'd me, And therefore speake not for'em, by your place You are rather to do me iustice; lend me your eare, Forget his Turkies, and call in his Licence, And at the next Faire, I'le giue you a yoke of Oxen Worth all his Poultry. I am chang'd on the suddaine In my opinion! come neere; neerer Rascall. And now I view him better; did you e're see One looke so like an arch-knaue? his very countenance, Should an vnderstanding iudge but looke vpon him, Would hang him, though he were innocent. Worshipfull Sir. No though the great Turke came insteed of Turkies, To begge any fauour, I am inexorable: Thou hast an ill name: besides thy musty Ale That hath destroy'd many of the Kingsleige people Thou neuer hadst in thy house to stay mens stomackes A peece of Suffolke cheele, or Gammon of Bacon, Or any esculent, as the learned call it, For their emolument, but sheere drinke only. For which grosse fault, I heere doe damne thy licence, Forbidding thee euer to tap, or draw. For instantly, I will in mine owne person Command the Constable to pull downe thy Signe; And doe it before I eate. No mercie? Vanish. If I shew any, may my promis'd Oxen gore me. Vnthankefull knaues are euer so rewarded Speake; what are you? A decay'd Vintner Sir, That might haue thriued, but that your worship broke me With trusting you with Muskadine and Egges, And fiue pound Suppers, with your after drinkings, When you lodg'd vpon the Banckside. Remember. I haue not beene hasty, nor e're layd to arrest you. And therefore Sir--- Thou art an honest fellow: I'le set thee vp againe, see his bill pay'd, What are you? A Taylor once, but now meere Botcher. I gaue you credit for a suite of clothes. Which was all my stocke, but you failing in payment, I was remou'd from the Shop. boord, and confin'd Vnder a Stall. See him pay'd, and botch no more. I aske no interest Sir. Such Taylors need not, If their bills are pay'd in one and twenty yeare They are seldome losers. O, I know thy face Thou were't my Surgeon: you must tell no tales. Those dayes are done. I will pay you in priuate. A royall Gentleman. Royall as an Emperour! He'le proue a braue master, my good Lady knew To choose a man.