Massinger, Philip · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 509 words
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Let despair first seize me. Yet to shut up thy mouth, and make thee give thyself the lie, the loud lie: I draw out The precious evidence; if thou canst forswear Thy hand, and seal, and make a forfeit of Thy ears to the pillory: see here's that will make My interest clear. Ha! A fair skin of parchment Indented I confess, and labels too, But neither wax, nor words. How! thunderstruck? Not a syllable to insult with? my wise Uncle Is this your precious evidence? is this that makes Your interest clear I am o'erwhelmed with wonder! What prodigy is this what subtle devil Hath razed out the inscription the wax Turned into dust! the rest of my deeds whole, As when they were delivered! and this only Made nothing! do you deal with witch's Rascal? There is a statute for you, which will bring Your neck in a hempen circle yes, there is. And now 'tis better thought, for Cheater know This juggling shall not save you To save thee would beggar the stock of mercy. Marrall. Sir. Though the witnesses are dead, your testimony Help with an oath or two, and for thy master, Thy liberal master, my good honest servant. I know, you will swear any thing to dash This cunning slight: beside, I know thou art A public notary, and such stand in law For a dozen witnesses; the deed being drawn too By thee, my careful Marrall, and delivered When thou wert present will make good my title Wilt thou not swear this? I? no I assure you. I have a conscience, not seared up like yours I know no deeds. Wilt thou betray me? Keep him From using of his hands, I'll use my tongue To his no little torment. Mine own Varlet Rebel against me? Yes, and uncase you too. The Idiot; the Patch; the Slave! the Booby; The property fit only to be beaten For your morning exercise; your Football or Th'unprofitable lump of flesh; your Drudge Can now anatomize you, and lay open All your black plots; and level with the earth Your hill of pride; and with these gabions guarded, Unload my great artillery, and shake, Nay pulverize the walls you think defend you. How he foams at the mouth with rage. To him again. O that I had thee in my gripe, I would tear thee joint, after joint. I know you are a tearer But I'll have first your fangs pared off, and then Come nearer to you, when I have, discovered, And made it good before the judge, what ways And devilish practises you used to cozen With an army of whole families, who yet live, And but enrolled for soldiers were able To take in Dunkirk. All will come out. The better. But that I will live, Rogue, to torture thee, And make thee wish, and kneel in vain to die, These swords that keep thee from me, should fix here Although they made my body but one wound, But I would reach thee.
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Let despaire first sease me. Yet to shut up thy mouth, and make thee giue Thy selfe the lye, the lowd lye: I draw out The precious euidence; if thou canst forsweare Thy hand, and seale, and make a forfeit of Thy eares to the pillory: see here's that will make My interrest cleare. Ha! A faire skinne of parchment Indented I confesse, and labells too, But neither wax, nor words. How! thunder-strooke? Not a syllable to insult with? my wise Vncle Is this your precious euidence? is this that makes Your interest cleare I am o'rewhelm'd with wonder! What prodigie is this what subtle diuell Hath raz'd out the inscription the wax Turn'd into dust! the rest of my deedes whole, As when they were deliuer'd! and this onely Made nothing! doe you deale with witches Raskall? There is a statute for you, which will bring Your necke in a hempen circle yes, there is. And now'tis better thought, for Cheater know This iuggling shall not saue you To saue thee would begger the stocke of mercy. Marrall. Sir. Though the witnesses are dead, your testimony Helpe with an oath or two, and for thy master, Thy liberall master, my good honest seruant. I know, you will sweare any thing to dash This cunning slight: besides, I know thou art A publike notarie, and such stand in law For a dozen witnesses; the deed being drawne too By thee, my carefull Marrall, and deliuer'd When thou wert present will make good my title Wilt thou not sweare this? I? no I assure you. I haue a conscience, not sear'd vp like yours I know no deeds. Wilt thou betray me? Keepe him From vsing of his hands, I'le vse my tongue To his no little torment. Mine owne Varlet Rebell against me? Yes, and vncase you too. The Ideot; the Patch; the Slaue! the Boobie; The propertie fit only to be beaten For your morning exercise; your Footeball or Th'vnprofitable lumpe of flesh; your Drudge Can now anatomize you, and lay open All your blacke plotts; and leuell with the earth Your hill of pride; and with these gabions guarded, Vnloade my great artillerie, and shake, Nay puluerize the walls you thinke defend you. How he foames at the mouth with rage. To him againe. O that I had thee in my gripe, I would teare thee Ioint, after ioint. I know you are a tearer But I'le haue first your fangs par'd off, and then Come nearer to you, when I haue, discouer'd, And made it good before the Iudge, what wayes And diuelish practises you vs'd to coozen With an armie of whole families, who yetliue, And but enrol'd for souldiers were able To take in Dunkerke. All will come out. The better. But that I will liue, Rogue, to torture thee, And make thee wish, and kneele in vaine to dye, These swords that keepe thee from me, should fix here Although they made my body but one wound, But I would reach thee.