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Fol. 21r | ||
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Actus Imus Scæna Ia. | ||
Poore. | ||
Welcome thou instrument of liberty offreth to stab himselfe | ||
Sly | ||
Poore: | It is a most vnthankfull office; | |
To save a man vnwilling is to murder. | ||
What hath this world of myne that I should covet | ||
Longer to stay wth it? nor have you reason | ||
Thus to detaine mee, I must greiving say it | ||
Through mee you want what might have well sustaind you | 10 | |
And your last store scarce panteth nourishment | ||
Vnto your selfe and sister. | ||
Sly | ||
Though having nothing, for contemning all? | ||
Poore. | True very wise, nay rich, if hee could gett | |
Even wth his best indeauour nourishment: | ||
But that now wants whose rich hees only wise | ||
T'is the receaved opinion, and what arts | ||
Are meanly shrouded in a thred bare coate | ||
Want theire due forme, thats a privation of it. | 20 | |
The worst of ills that is in misery | ||
Is that it gives a man contemptible | ||
Makes him a scoffe to every painted asse | ||
Wch beares a golden image, every slave | ||
Wch came into this Cytty wth bare feete | ||
And since hath heap'd vp by mechanicke basenes | ||
Abundant riches will contem the state | ||
That nature brought him to and no more pitty it, | ||
Then wisedome will a snake pin'd wth much cold | ||
Sly: | 30 | |
Poore. | No it is sacred truth, there is not one | |
Who hath not circled wth a triple brasse | ||
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His more obdurate heart, each man doth live | ||
As hee were enemy to the whole world. | ||
There is a spatious distance twixt the heart, | ||
And tongue of every man, they speak and doe | ||
Nought that hath smallest coherence wth theire minds; | ||
They doe even strive vnto it wth theire full nerves. | ||
Sly | ||
Poore: | You advise well, I shall, and digg a prey | 40 |
From out theire frozen intrailes, wch shall nourish vs, | ||
Feede vs wth laughter, cramm vs full wth gold. | ||
I'le hold as firme antipathy wth men, | ||
As doe the elements amongst themselves. | ||
Sly |
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Poore: | Soe will not I vnlesse a misery, | |
And wanton spleene to laugh at it. | ||
Sly |
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Of clyents, to your lure. |