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HOG

in The Hog Hath Lost His Pearl — Tailor, Robert

Metadata

PlayThe Hog Hath Lost His Pearl
AuthorTailor, Robert
Year (catalogued)1614
First performance1613
Decade1610s
GenreComedy
Play typePrivate
Speech prefix(es)Hog. | Hog, | Hogge | Ho. | Ho
Words1260
Characters6607
Typicality0.20 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA13345
BritDrama no.1701
ClusterCluster 24 — Gods, cupids & celestial agents

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Full speech

Then yowl seal for this small Lordship you say, To morrow your money shall be rightly told up for you to a penny. Peter. Gentlemen, I'll to the Scriveners to cause these writings to be drawn. Nay, you shall stay dinner, isle return presently; Peter some bear here for these worshipful gentlemen. Great Cressus shadow may dispose of me to what he pleases. Cressus is much too liberal in his favour, To one so far desertless as poor Hog. Then I must make to him obeisance thus. Let the lose light on me, if I neglect I overslip what Cressus suit command. Let me now ruminate to my self why Cressus should be so great a favourer to me, & yet to what end should I desire to know I think it is sufficient, it is so, and I would a had been so sooner, for he and his spirits would have saved me much la bour in the purchasing of wealth; but then indeed it would have been the confusion of 2. or 3. Scriveners, which by my means have been properly raised: but now imagine this only a trick whereby I may be gulled; but how can that be? are not my doors locked, have I not seen with my own eyes the ascending of the spirits? have I not herd with my own ears the invocations wherewith they were raised? could any but spirits appear through so firm a sloore as this is? 'tis impossible: But hark, I hear the spirit Ascarion coming with my gold, Oh bountiful Cressus; I'll built a temple to thy mightiness. I am robbed, I am undone, I am deluded, whose in my chamber? I shall run mad, I shall run mad. Here my Lady? where are you rogue when thieves break into my house? Of all, of all; see here, they have left me nothing but 2. or 3. roles of parchment, here they came up Like spirits, & took my silver, gold, and Jewels; where my daughter? Why be't so, be't so, confusion cannot come in a more fitter time on all of us: Oh bountiful Cressus, how fine thy shadow hath devoured my substance. Come, isle do any thing to gain my gold. Yes faith Mr. Haddit the gent, your friend here makes me pay sweetly for't but let it go, I hope to inherit hea ven ant be but for doing gentlemen pleasure. I hear the voice of my adopted son in law. I wonder how Haddit came by that gay suit of clothes, all his means was consumed long since. What hath not my young lord Wealthy been here this morning? I that a shall Peter, she cannot be matched to greater honour and riches in all this Country; yet the peevish girl makes coy of it, she had rather affect a Prodigal, as there was Hadit, one that by this time cannot be otherwise then hanged, or in some worse estate, yet she would have had him, but I praise my stars she went without him though, I did not without is lands 'twas a rare mortgage Peter? But is it possible your sister should be stolen, sure some of the household servants were confederates in't. Then my lord your father is far impatient. Troth my lord when you please, she's at your dispo sure, and I rest much thankful that your Lordship will so high lie honour me, she shall have a good portion my lord, though no thing in respect of your large revenues; call her in Peter, tell her my most respected lord Wealthies here, to whose presence I will now commit her, and I pray you my Lord, prosecute the gain of her affectation with the best affecting words you may, and so I bid good morrow to your lordship Go your way to bed then. I wonder who did at the first invent These beds, the breeders of disease and sloth, A was no soldier sure, nor no scholar, And yet a might be vety well a Courtier; For no good husband would have been so idle, No Usurer neither; yet here the bed affords Store of sweet golden slumbers unto him; Here sleeps command in war, Caesar by this Obtained his triumphs, this will fight men cause, When father's, brothers, and the nearest of friends Leaves to assist him, all content to this Is merely vain, the lovers whose affections Do sympathise together in full pleasure, Debarred of this their summer sudden ends, And care the winter to their former joys, Breath's such a cold blast on their Turtles bills; Having not this, to shrow him forth his storms, They straight are forced to make a separation, And so live under those that rule over this. The Gallant, whose illustrious outside draws The eyes of wantons to behold with wonder His rare shaped parts, for so he thinks they be, Decked in the robes of glistering gallantry: Having not this, attendant on his person, Walks with a cloudy brow, and seems to all A great contemner of society; Not for the hate he bears to company, But for the want of this ability: Oh silver! thou that art the basest captive Kept in this prison: how many pale offenders For thee have suffered ruin; but o my gold Thy sight's more pleasing, then the seemly locks Of yallow haired Apollo, and thy touch More smooth and dainty, then the down-soft white Of Ladies tempting breast, thy bright aspect Dim's the greatest luster of heavens Wagoner. But why go I about to extol thy worth, Knowing that Poets cannot compass it; But now give place my gold for heres a power Of greater glory and supremacy Obscures thy being, here sits enthronized The sparkling diamond, whose bright reflection Casts such a splendour on these other Jems, Amongst which he so majestical appears, As if— now my good angels guard me. Indeed I do, and Hog shall find it so. Then yowl not have her sir? Was it you son that cried so loud for justice? Oh my most honoured lord I am undone, robbed this black night of all the wealth and treasure, which these many years I have hourly laboured for. O knew I that, I then my lord were happy. None but the devil. For I have had a bade night on't Yes I think they are, would the Scriviner were paid for the making them. Yes 'tis put up, confusion cease the receivers. Oh sir, I was robbed this night of all I had, My daughter to is lost, and I undone. Oh to recount sir will breed more ruth, Then did the tale of that high Trojan Duke, To the sad fated Carthaginian Queen. Thanks heaven, I see she's now so, where hast thou been my girl? It is. Then I'll have witness on't, my lord and gent. Please you draw near, to be here witnesses To a wished contract, betwixt this maid and I. Then in the presence of you all, I give my daughter free lie to this gent. as wife, and to show how much I stand affected to him for dowry with her, I do back restore his mortgaged lands, and for their loves I vow, ever hereafter to detest, re nounce, loath and abhor all slavish avarice: Which does ascend from hell, sent by the devil, To be amongst men the actor of all evil. Heaven grant we may. So, have you laid the keys of the outward doors under my bolster?

Plot summary

Plot — The Hog Hath Lost His Pearl
Haddit has spent all his money and mortgaged his lands to Hog the usurer, and now ekes out a living selling jigs to players. He aims to solve his financial problems by marrying Rebecca, Hog’s daughter, whose affections he had previously refused in the belief that she was too low-born for him. Hog intends Rebecca to marry young Lord Wealthy, but she refuses, and helps Haddit trick her father. Haddit’s uncle, Lightfoot, helps to get the servant Peter out of the way by picking a quarrel, to give him a pretext for making peace with a drinking contest; Peter imbibes himself insensible in the cellar. Rebecca steals Hog’s keys, giving Haddit and his accomplices access to his bedroom, where he keeps his gold. Lightfoot appears to Hog as the ghost of Croesus, come to make the usurer rich: a spirit will ===== PAGE 291 ===== 1613 take his gold and transform it into pearl, which is even more valuable; in reality, Haddit steals the money and retrieves his mortgage, then absconds with Rebecca and marries her. Hog goes to complain to old Lord Wealthy, but his supernatural experiences induce a conversion: he renounces avarice and gives the couple his blessing. In the sub-plot, Carracus plans to elope with young Lord Wealthy’s sister Maria, and entrusts his friend Albert with the arrangements. Albert visits Maria early, posing as Carracus, and has sex with her; she then leaves with Carracus as planned, and marries him: Albert suffers remorse and decides to leave human society. Some time later, Carracus notices that Maria is wearing Albert’s ring, which he gave her on the night of the elopement. Both realize what Albert did; Maria faints and Carracus is told that she has died of shame. In fact, she disguises herself as a page and flees to the woods, where Albert has carved penitential verses on every tree. Posing as a hermit, Albert finds her almost dead from starvation; he takes her to his cave; and feeds her. Carracus also goes to the woods, where an echo tells him that Maria is alive and innocent. They meet up, and revelations ensue: the page is chaste Maria and the hermit is penitent Albert. Carracus and Maria forgive him, and make their peace with Maria’s family.