Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court unassigned nearest T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
Hast thou no Trade? then listen to my words, And I will teach that shall stick by thee: First be thou void of these affections, Compassion, love, vain hope, and heartless fear, Be moved at nothing, see thou pity none, But to thy self smile when the Christians moan. Oh brave, master, I worship your nose for this. As for myself, I walk abroad a nights And kill sick people groaning under walls: Sometimes I go about and poison wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian thieves, I am content to lose some of my Crowns; That I may, walking in my Gallery, See 'em go pinioned along by my door. Being young I studied Physic, and began To practise first upon the Italian; There I enriched the Priests with burials, And always kept the Sexton's arms in ure With digging graves and ringing dead men's kneels: And after that was I an engineer, And in the wars twixt France and Germanie, Under pretence of helping Charles the fifth, Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems. Then after that was I an Usurer, And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging unto Brokery, I filled the jails with Bankrupts in a year, And with young Orphans planted Hospitals, And every Moon made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himself for grief, Pinning upon his breast A long great Scroll How I with interest tormented him. But mark how I am blessed for plaguing them, I have as much coin as will buy the Town. But tell me now, How hast thou spent thy time? Faith, Master, in setting Christian villages on fire, Chaining of Eunuchs, binding galley-slaves. One time I was an ostler in an Inn, And in the night time secretly-would I steal To travelers Chambers, and there cut their throats: Once at Ierusalem, where the pilgrims kneeled, I strewed powder on the Marble stones, And therewithal their knees would rankle, so That I have laughed agood to see the cripples Go limping home to Christendom on stilts. Why this is something: make account of me As of thy fellow; we are villains both: Both circumcised, we hate Christians both: Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold. But stand aside, here comes Don Lodowick. Oh Barabas well met; where is the Diamond You told me of? I have it for you, Sir; please you walk in with me: What, ho, Abigal; open the door I say. In good time, father, here are letters come From Ormus, and the Post stays here within. Give me the letters, daughter, do you hear? Entertain Lodowick the governor's son With all the courtesy you can afford; Provided, that you keep your Maidenhead. Use him as if he were a Philistine. Dissemble, swear, protest, vow to love him, He is not of the seed of Abraham. I am a little busy, Sir, pray pardon me. Abigal, bid him welcome for my sake.
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Hast thou no Trade? then listen to my words, And I will teach that shall sticke by thee: First be thou voyd of these affections, Compassion, loue, vaine hope, and hartlesse feare, Be mou'd at nothing, see thou pitty none, But to hy selfe smile when the Christians moane. Oh braue, master, I worship your nose for this. As for my selfe, I walke abroad a nights And kill sicke people groaning under walls: Sometimes I goe about and poyson wells; And now and then, to cherish Christian theeves, I am content to lose some of my Crownes; That I may, walking in my Gallery, See 'em goe pinion'd along by my doore. Being young I studied Physicke, and began To practise first vpon the Italian; There I enric'd the Priests with burials, And alwayes kept the Sexton's armes in vre With digging graues and ringing dead mens knels: And after that was I an Engineere, And in the warres 'twixt France and Germanie, Vnder pretence of helping Charles the fifth, Slew friend and enemy with my stratagems. Then after that was I an Vsurer, And with extorting, cozening, forfeiting, And tricks belonging vnto Brokery, I fill'd the Iailes with Bankrouts in a yeare, And with young Orphans planted Hospitals, And euery Moone made some or other mad, And now and then one hang himselfe for griefe, Pinning vpon his breast along great Scrowle How I with interest tormented him. But marke how I am blest for plaguing them, I haue as much coyne as will buy the Towne. But tell me now, How hast thou spent thy time? Faith, Master, in setting Christian villages on fire, Chaining of Eunuches, binding gally-slaues. One time I was an Hostler in an Inne, And in the night time secretly-would I steale To trauellers Chambers, and there cut their throats: Once at Ierusalem, where the pilgrims kneel'd, I strowed powder on the Marble stones, And therewithall their knees would ranckle, so That I haue laugh'd agood to see the cripples Goe limping home to Christendome on stilts. Why this is something: make account of me As of thy fellow; we are villaines both: Both circumcized, we hate Christians both: Be true and secret, thou shalt want no gold. But stand aide, here comes Don Lodowicke. Oh Barabas well met; where is the Diamond You told me of? I haue it for you, Sir; please you walke in with me: What, ho, Abigall; open the doore I say. In good time, father, here are letters come From Ormus, and the Post stayes here within. Giue me the letters, daughter, doe you heare? Entertaine Lodowicke the Gouernors sonne With all the curtesie you can affoord; Prouided, that you keepe your Maiden-head. Vse him as if he were a Philist. Dissemble, sweare, protest, vow to loe him, He is not of the seed of Abraham. I am a little busie, Sir, pray pardon me. Abigall, bid him welcome for my sake.