in The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) — Webster, John
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Play
The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business)
Author
Webster, John
Year (catalogued)
1623
First performance
1619
Decade
1620s
Genre
Tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional
Company
Queen Anne's Men
Speech prefix(es)
San. | San | Sa.
Words
1222
Characters
6429
Typicality
0.37 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A14869
BritDrama no.
1875
Cluster
Cluster 3 — Citizens, tradesfolk & neighbors
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Full speech
Exceeding well; any man would take you for a Merchant: but pray sir resolve me, what should be the reason, that you being one of the most eminent Civil Lawyers in Spain, and but newly arrived from the East Indies, should take this habit of a Merchant upon you? So then, & in this disguise you mean to trace him. Faith for his expense, 'tis nothing to your estate, What to Done Crispiano, the famous Corrigidor of Civil, who by his mere practice of the Law, in less time then half a Jubilee, hath got thirty thousand Ducats a year. Freely? How's this? Cannot he take more pleasure in spending it ryotously, then you have done by scraping it together: Oh ten thousand times more, and I make no question, five hundred young gallants will be of my opinio ̄ . Why all the time of your Collectionship, Has be a perpetual Callender, begin first With your melancholy study of the Law Before you come to singer the Ruddocks, after that The tiring importunity of Clients, To rise so early, and fit up so late, You made your self half ready in a dream, And never prayed but in your sleep: Can I think, That you have half your lungs left with crying out For Judgements, and days of Trial. Remember sir, How often have I born you on my shoulder, Among a sh ale or swarm of reeking Nightcaps, When that your Worship has bepissed yourself, Either with vehemency of Argument, Or being out from the matter. I am merry. You could eat Like a Gentleman, at leisure; But swallow it Like lap-dragons, as if you had lived With chewing the Cud after. Possible? What, not in wenching sir? 'Tis a Court game, believe it, As familiar as Gleek, or any other. What think you then Of a good cry of Hounds? It has be known Dogs have hunted Lordship's to a fault. Pray stay sir, Say he should spend it in good Housekeeping. Yes, Mock-beggars. A pox upon them Cuckshawes that beget Such monsters without fundaments. The Gentleman he talks with, Is Romelio the Merchant. And is he a Lawyer? Indeed that's a rare longing with men of his pro fession. I think heel prove the miracle of a lawyer indeed. He would have made and excellent Barber, He does so curry it with his tongue. Take her into your Office sir, she has that in her Belly, will dry up your ink I can tell you. This is the man that is your learned Council, A fellow that will trowle it off with tongue: He never goes without Restorative powder Of the lungs of Fox in's pocket, and Malligo Reasons To make him long winded. Sir, this Gentlewoman Intreats your counsel in and honest cause, Which please you sir, this Brief, my own poor labour Will give you light of. Joy come to you, you are merry; We call this but a Brief in our Office. The scope of the business lies ith Margin sheet. No sir, I am a Clarke. Your Fee is ready sir. What do you mean sir? It cost me four nights labour. Plague on's gouty fingers, Were all of his mind, to entertain no suits, But such they thought were hottest, sure our Lawyers Would not purchase half so fast: But here's the man, Learned Seignior Contilupo, here's a fellow Of another piece beleeue't, I must make shift With the foul Copy. To you sir, from this Lady. 'Tis a foul Copy sir, yowl hardly read it, There's twenty double ducats, can you read sir? This man will be faued, he can read; Lord, Lord, To see, what money can do, be the hand never so foul, Somewhat will be picked out on't. No, that's struck out sir; And where ever you find vivere honest in these papers, Give it a dash sir. Sir, I have been in France, And there beleeue't your Court hand generally, Takes beyond thought. Lo you, here's a man of comfort. O give me such a Lawyer, as will think of the day Yes, & the Court will fit within this half hour. Peruse your Notes, you have very short warning. Do you hear Officers? You must take special care, that you let in No Brachigraphy men, to take notes. By no means, We cannot have a Cause of any fame, But you must have scurvy pamphlets, and lewd Ballets Engendered of it presently. Have you broke fast yet? 'Twas very ill done of you: For this cause will be long a pleading; but not matter, I have a modicum in my Buckram bag, To stop your stomach. Green ginger, nor Pellitory of Spain neither, Yet it'll stop a hollow tooth better then either of them. Look you, It is a very lovely Pudding-pie, Which we Clerks find great relief in. No matter and you have not, I may pleasure Some of our Learned Council with't; I have done it Many a time and often, when a Cause Has proved Like and aftergame at Irish. Good sir, forget not the Lambskin. Now sir, remember the Lambeskin. Who shall pay us our Fees then? And my Master, my Client's spoiled then. Here my Lord, Oretenus. That's a stinger, 'tis a good wench, be not daunted. There ya're from the Bias. Well come off again. How a party? here are fine cross tricks, What the devil will he do now? You'll be made dance achrimae I fear at a Carts Well, I will pu up my papers, And send them to France for a President, That they may not say yet, but for one strange Law suit, we come somewhat near them. In time I may, Marry I am resolved to take a new way for't. You have Lawyers take their Clients fees, & their backs are no sooner turned, but they call them fools, and laugh at them. There's one thing too that has a vild abuse in't. Marry this, That no Proctor in the Term time be tolerated to go to the Tavern above six times i'th forenoon. O sir, it makes their Clients overtaken, And become friends sooner then they would be. The toasting of it belike, Was to make it more supple, had he chanced To have hit him a'th chaps. Not always sir, I have known sorrow very wet. No, when a woman has come dropping wet Out of a Cuckingstool. You muft lay wait for the Fiddlers, Theyle fly away from the press Like Watermen. What that dapper fellow In the long stocking? I do think 'twas he Came to your lodging this morning. Never sir: It is well known to diverse I have Commenced In a Pewe of our Office. I have been dry-foundred with't this four years, Seldom found Non resident from my desk. Is he a Judge? We must then look for all Conscience, and no Law, Heel beggar all his followers. Uds foot, we are spoiled, Why my Client's proved and honest woman. That I could not think of this virtuous Gentleman Before I went to'th tother Hogg-rubber. Why this was wont to give young Clerks half fees, To help him to Clients. Your opinion in the Case sir. I will pinch by the buttock, to put you in mind of't.
Plot summary
Plot — The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business)
Contarino, who has been wooing Jolenta, asks her family’s permission to marry her, but her widowed mother Leonora misunderstands his oblique request and thinks she is herself the object of his interest. Meanwhile Jolenta’s brother, Romelio, would prefer her to marry Ercole; but she refuses him and Ercole takes offence. Contarino fights a duel with Ercole, and they wound one another. The bodies are sent to a 1618 monastery. Ercole recovers and decides to forgo his interest in Jolenta to Contarino, should he too survive. Concerned that he should not, Romelio visits the monastery disguised as a Jewish physician, and stabs Contarino’s body. He is seen by two surgeons, who plan to blackmail him; but ironically the stab clears Contarino’s wound and facilitates his recovery. Romelio’s financial situation is perilous: he has lost his mercantile carracks of spice. Contarino has named Jolenta his heir; Romelio plans to make her Ercole’s too, by fabricating the story that she is pregnant by him. Romelio himself will supply the eventual baby: he has got a nun, Angiolella, with child, and wants both to cover this up and ensure that his issue will inherit both suitors’ property. Jolenta, however, claims that she really is pregnant, by Contarino; so Romelio proposes that she should produce twins. Knowing of Leonora’s interest in Contarino, he fosters jealousy between mother and daughter. The Spanish judge Crispiano comes to Naples in disguise with three objectives: to observe his son’s lifestyle, to investigate reports of illegal gold-mining by Romelio, and to appoint the lawyer Ariosto as a judge. Blaming her son for Contarino’s death, Leonora brings a false law-case that will deprive him of his patrimony by establishing his illegitimacy: he was conceived, she claims, during his father’s absence. Crispiano sits as judge, and attributes the action to malice, but stands down when he becomes a party in the case: Leonora names him as Romelio’s natural father. Ariosto takes his place on the bench, and Crispiano demonstrates that he was not even in Europe at the time in question. To evade punishment, Leonora claims to have become a nun. Ercole, present in disguise, is arrested for killing Contarino, but accuses Romelio of the crime. In the absence of a witness, this is to be settled in a trial by combat. Contarino, incognito, agrees to fight on Ercole’s side. The news of Contarino’s survival reaches Leonora via her confessor, a Capuchin, but Romelio locks them in a tower on…