Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 480 words
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Oh, Sir, your father had my Diamonds. Yet I have one left that will serve your turn: I mean my daughter:— but ere he shall have her I'll sacrifice her on a pile of wood. I ha' the poison of the City for him, and the White leprosy. What sparkle does it give without a foil? The Diamond that I talk of, ne'er was foiled: But when he touches it, it will be foiled: Lord Lodowick, it sparkles bright and fair. Is it square or pointed, pray let me know. Pointed it is, good Sir,— but not for you. I like it much the better. So do I too. How shows it by night? Out shines Cinthia's rays: you'll like it better far a nights than days. And what's the price? Your life and if you have it.— Oh my Lord We will not jar about the price; come to my house And I will give't your honour— with a vengeance. No, Barabas, I will deserve it first. Good Sir, your father has deserved it at my hands, Who of mere charity and Christian ruth, To bring me to religious purity, And as it were in Catechising sort, To make me mindful of my mortal sins, Against my will, and whether I would or no, Seized all I had, and thrust me out a doors, And made my house a place for Nuns most chaste. No doubt your soul shall reap the fruit of it. ay, but my Lord, the harvest is far off: And yet I know the prayers of those Nuns And holy Friars, having money for their pains, Are wondrous; and indeed do no man good: And seeing they are not idle, but still doing, 'Tis likely they in time may reap some fruit, I mean in fullness of perfection. Good Barabas glance not at our holy Nuns. No, but I do it through a burning zeal, Hoping ere long to set the house afire; For though they do a while increase and multiply, I'll have a saying to that Nunnery. As for the Diamond, Sir, I told you of, Come home and there's no price shall make us part, Even for your Honourable father's sake. It shall go hard but I will see your death, But now I must be gone to buy a slave. And, Barabas, I'll bear thee company. Come then, here's the marketplace; what's the price Of this slave, 200 Crowns? Do the Turk weigh so much? Sir, that's his price. What, can he steal that you demand so much? Belike he has some new trick for a purse; And if he has, he is worth 300 plots. So that, being bought, the Town-seal might be got To keep him for his life time from the gallows. The session's day is critical to thieves, And few or none scape but by being purged.
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Oh, Sir, your father had my Diamonds. Yet I haue one left that will serve your turne: I meane my daughter:—but e're he shall haue her I'le sacrifice her on a pile of wood. I ha the poyson of the City for him, and the White leprosie. What sparkle does it give without a foile? The Diamond that I talke of, ne'r was foild: But when he touches it, it will be foild: Lord Lodowicke, it sparkles bright and faire. Is it square or pointed, pray let me know. Pointed it is, good Sir,— but not for you. I like it much the better. So doe I too. How showes it by night? Out shines Cinthia's rayes: Yeu'le like it better farre a nights than dayes. And what's the price? Your life and if you haue it. — Oh my Lord We will not larre about the price; come to my house And I will giu't your honour— with a vengeance. No, Barabas, I will deserue it first. Good Sir, your father has deseru'd it at my hands, Who of meere charity and Christian ruth, To bring me to religious purity, And as it were in Catechising sort, To make me mindfull of my mortall sinnes, Against my will, and whether I would or no, Seiz'd all I had, and thrust me out a doores, And made my house a place for Nuns most chast. No doubt your soule shall reape the fruit of it. I, but my Lord, the haruest is farre off: And yet I know the prayers of those Nuns And holy Fryers, hauing mony for their paines, Are wondrous; and indeed doe no man good: And seeing they are not idle, but still doing, 'Tis likely they in time may reape some fruit, I meane in fulnesse of perfection. Good Barabas glance not at our holy Nuns. No, but I doe it through a burning zeale, Hoping ere long to set the house a fire; For though they doe a while increase and multiply, I'le haue a saying to that Nunnery. As for the Diamond, Sir, I told you of, Come home and there's no price shall make vs part, Euen for your Honourable fathers sake. It shall goe hard but I will see your death, But now I must be gone to buy a slaue. And, Barabas, I'le beare thee company. Come then, here's the marketplace; whats the price Of this flaue, 200 Crowns? Do the Turke weigh so much? Sir, that's his price. What, can he steale that you demand so much? Belike he has some new tricke for a purse; And if he has, he is worth 300 plats. So that, being bought, the Towne-seale might be got To keepe him for his life time from the gallowes. The Sessions day is criticall to theeues, And few or none scape but by being purg'd.