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heart_n	act_n	hear_v	word_n	2,461	5	4.5030	3	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A50090	The city-madam a comedie, as it was acted at the private house in Black Friers with great applause / written by Phillip Massinger, Gent.	Massinger, Philip, 1583-1640.; Pennycuicke, Andrew, b. 1620.	1659 (1659)	Wing M1047; ESTC R154	41,481	86

upon you but in this dear Sir You have many equals Such a mans possessions Extend as far as yours a second hath His bags as full a third in credit flies As high in the popular voice but the distinction And noble difference by which you are Divided from 'em is that you are styl'd Gentle in your abundance good in plentie And that you feel compassion in your bowels Of others miseries I have found it Sir Heaven keep me thankful for 't while they are curs'd As rigid and inexorable Sir John I delight not To hear this spoke to my face Luke That shall not grieve you Your affability and mildnesse cloath'd In the garments of your debtors breath Shall every where though you strive to conceal it Be seen and wondred at and in the act With a prodigall hand rewarded Whereas such As are born only for themselvs and live so Though prosperous in wordly understandings Are but like beasts of rapine that by odds Of strength usurp and tyrannize o're others Brought under their subjection Lord A rare fellow I am strangely taken with him Luke Can you think Sir In your unquestion'd wisdome I beseech you The goods of this poor man sold at an out-crie His wife turn'd out of doors his children forc'd To beg their bread this gentleman's estate By wrong extorted can advantage you Hoyst If it thrive with him hang me as it will damn him If he be not converted Luke You are too violent Or that the ruine of this once brave Merchant For such he was esteem'd though now decay'd Will raise your reputation with good men But you may urge pray you pardon me my zeal Makes mee thus bold and vehement in this You satisfie your anger and revenge For being defeated Suppose this it will not Repair your losse and there was never yet But shame and scandall in a victorie When the rebells unto reasons passions fought it Then for revenge by great souls it was ever Contemn'd though offered entertain'd by none But cowards base and abject spirits strangers To morall honestie and never yet Acquainted with religion Lord Our divines Cannot speak more effectually Sir John Shall I be Talk'd out of my money Luke No Sir but intreated To do your self a benefit and preserve What you possesse intire Sir John How my good brother Luke By making these your beads-men When they eat Their thanks next heaven will be paid to your mercy When your Ships are at Sea their prayers will swell The Sails with prosperous winds and guard 'em from Tempests and pirates keep your ware-houses From fire or quench 'em with their tears Sir John No more Luke Write you a good man in the peoples hearts Follow you every where Sir John If this could be Luke It must or our devotions are but words I see a gentle promise in your eie Make it a blessed act and poor me rich In being the instrument S. John You shall prevail Give 'em longer day But do you hear no talk of 't Should this arrive at twelve on the Exchange I shall be laught at for my foolish pity Which mony men hate deadly Take your own time But see you break not Carrie 'em to the Cellar Drink a health and thank your Orator Penurie On our knees Sir Fortune Honest M. Luke Hoyst I blesse the Counter where You learn'd this Retorick Luke No more of that friends Exeunt Luke Hoyst Fortune Penurie S. John My honorable Lord Lord I have seen and heard all Excuse my manners and wish heartily You were all of a peece Your charity to your debtors I do commend but where you should expresse Your pietie to the height I must boldly tell you You shew your self an Athiest Sir John Make me know My error and for what I am thus censur'd And I will purge my self or else confesse A guiltie cause Lord It is your harsh demeanour To your poor brother S. John Is that all Lord 'T is more Then can admit defence You keep him as A Parasite to your table subject to The scorn of your proud wife an underling To his own Neeces And can I with mine honor Mix my blood with his that is not sensible Of his brothers miseries S. John Pray you take me with you And let mee yeeld my reasons why I am No opener handed to him I was born His elder brother yet my fathers fondnesse To him the younger robb'd me of my birth-right He had a fair estate which his loose riots Soon brought to nothing Wants grew heavy on him And when layd up for debt of all forsaken And in his own hopes lost I did redeem him Lord You could not do lesse S. John Was I bound to it my Lord What I possesse I may with justice call The harvest of my industry Would you have me Neglecting mine own family to give up My estate to his disposure Lord I would have you What 's pass'd forgot to use him as a brother A brother of fair parts of a clear soul Religious good and honest S. John Outward gloss Often deceivs may it not prove so in him And yet my long acquaintance with his nature Renders me doubtful but that shall not make A breach between us Let us in to dinner And what trust or imployment you think sit Shall be conferred upon him If he prove True gold in the touch I 'le be no mourner for it Lord If counterfeit I 'le never trust my judgment Exeunt Actus secundus Scena prima Enter Luke Holdfast Goldwire Tradewell Holdfast The like was never seen Luk. Why in this rage man Holdfast Men may talk of Country-Christmases and Courtgluttonie Their thirty pound butter'd eggs their Pies of Carps tongues Their Pheasants drench'd with Ambergreece the carkases Of three fat Weathers bruised for gravie to Make sauce for a single Peacock yet their feasts Were fasts compar'd with the Cities Tradewell What deer dainty Was it thou murmur'st at Holdfast Did you not observe it There were three sucking piggs serv'd up in a dish Took from the sow as soon as farrowed A fortnight fed with dates and muskadine That stood my Master in twenty marks a piece Besides the puddings in their bellies made Of I know not what I dare swear the cook that dress'd it Was the Devill disguis'd like a Dutch-man Goldwire Yet all this Will not make you fat fellow Holdfast Holdfast I am rather Starv'd to look on 't But here 's the mischief though The dishes were rais'd one upon another As woodmongers do billets for the first The second and third course and most of the shopps Of the best confectioners in London ransack'd To furnish out a banquet yet my Lady Call'd me penurious rascall and cri'd out There was nothing worth the eating Goldwire You must have patience This is not done often Holdfast 'T is not fit it should Three such dinners more would break an Alderman And make him give up his cloak I am resolv'd To have no hand in 't I 'le make up my accompts And