MAMMON

I thank you Sir, and faith what news at court? O forbear, you are too sharp with me. What a Lords son become a beggar? O sir, many a small make a great. O but so great a mass of coin might mount from wholesome thrift, that after your decease your issue might swell out your name with pomp. You touch the quick of sense, but the ̄ I wonder You not aspire unto the eminence And height of pleasing life: to Court, to Court, There burnish, there spread, there stick in pomp Like a bright Diamond in a Ladies brow, There plant your Fortune's in the flowering spring, And get the sun before you of respect: There trench your self within the peoples love, And glitter in the eye of glorious grace, What's wealth without respect and mounted place? No sheele not wish my stay, o I am cursed With her inexorable swiftness, by her love Which dotes me more then new coined glowing gold, The utmost bent of my affection Shoots all my Fortune's to obtain her love, And yet I cannot praise, but still am loathde. My presence hated, therefore Mamon down, Farewell sir Edward, farewell beauty's Crown. Careful, I, I, let nothing without good black and white, I warrant you. No sir. I am scoffed at, where my man there ho? What Flawn, what Christopher, Heart where's the knave become? Hold sirrah carry my cloak. Why cannot you come where heady liquore is, but you must needs bouze? What a man may lead a horse to the water, but heel choose to drink. A pale weak stripling, yet contend with Ale. That Jest shall save him. Sir Edward now good day. Put out the light, the day begins to break. O how the gout and love do Tyre me. As how Flawn? as how? Why then o Love, o Gout, o gouty Love, how thou torments old Mamon: good morrow to the sweet lipt Katherine, eternal spring unto thy beauty's love. No Katherine, the wrinkling print of time Erred, when it sealed my forehead up with age: I have as warm and arm to entertain And hug thy presence in a nuptial bed As those that have a cheek more lively read: And though my voice be rude, yet Flawn can sing Peans of beauty, and of Katherine. List to the Music that corrupts the Gods, Subverts even Destiny, and thus it shogges. The Casements shut, well here I'll lu ke & stay, To see who bears the glory of the day. Hence, hence, to London, Flawn let me alone. Now Mounsieur be but confident, and hold There is the price of blood, this way he comes, Strike home bold arm, and thou shalt want no crowns. Now smug faced boy, now nibble on her lips, Now sip the dew of her delicious breath. Stink, rot, damn, bake in thy cluttered blood, Snakes, Toads, and Earwigs, make thy skull their nest, Engendering deaw-wormes, cling orethwart thy breast. O Gentlemen, the kindest virtuous youth That ever adorned London. Damned thieves To spoil such Hope's: the last words that he spoke, Sticks still within the hollow of mine ear. Katherine quoth he, hold M. Mamon deer, I know not what he meant, but so he said. If that you pass to Hygate, tell the Knight, P squill is sunk into eternal night. Dead Kate, dead Kate, dead is the boy, That kept rich Mamon from his joy. O the devil, the ghost of Pasquill, I am dead, if you have any courtesy in you, believe it. I believed you when you feigned, believe me now, for I am almost dead, numbed up with fear, give faith sweet gentle youth. Would, I think it but his ghost that swept along. Grand sot Mamo ̄ , Pho, phy, phy, phy, a foutra pour vos chum ̄ ck, chunk. John foe de King, teach you a ding, John foe de King grand Sot, Sot, Sot. Tut will you love me, and detest yond boy? Is it your final resolution? I, I will rest, and thou shalt rest thus blurred, Thus poisoned; venomde with this oil of Toads: If Mamon cannot get thee, none shall joy Which he could not enjoy. I fear no law, Gold in the firmest conscience makes a flaw. Rot Like to Helen: Spittle hence, adieu, Let Pasquil boast in your next interview. My Spectacles will betray me, look Mamon, search Mamon, here about they fell. Alas my Obligations, my Bonds, my Obliga tions, my Bonds. Alas, alas, alas. Obligations, Obligations: Alas my Obligati ons, I am undone, undone, undone. What sir you for, you Dog, you Hound, you Crust, whats best news with you now? Out-alas my Obligations, my Bonds, I am undone, undone. Villains, Rogues, Jews, Turks, Infidels, my nose will rot off with grief. Oh the Gout, the Gout, the Gout, I shall run mad, run mad, run mad. Lets hear them good Flawn. My ship, my bonds, my bonds, my ship, I shall run mad unless thy good news reclaim me. Lets hear thy news. I defy heaven, earth and hell, renounce my nose, plague, pestilence, confusion, famine, sword and fire, devour all, devour me, devour Flawn, devour all: bonds, house, and ship, ship, house, and bonds, Di spaire, Damnation, Hell, I come, I come, so room for Mamon, room for Usury, room for thirty in the hun dreaded. I come, I come, I come. Sir Edward Fortune you keep too great a house, I am your friend, in hope your son in law, And from my love I speak, you keep too great a house, Go too you do, yond same dry throated husks Will suck you up, and you are ignorant What frosty Fortune's may benumme your age, Poverty, the Princes frown, a civil war, or. And I must after then, farewell my souls delight, Sweet Katherine adieu. Camelia goodnight. Would, would, young Pasquil have I found you out Is't you must boar my nose, I'll boar your heart: Why this same boy's as bore as naked Truth. A low ebd gallant, yet sheele match with him: I'll match him, if his skin be poigniard proof He may escape the force of gold and murder, if not As you return sir, I will pepper you. And art thou come deer heart, first fee be this, This kind embrace, and next this modest kiss. Death, plague, and hell, how is cursed Mamo ̄ vexed? Scourgde with the whip of sharp derision: I'll home, and starve, this cross, this peevish hap, Strikes dead my spirits Like a thunderclap. Tut, 'tis no matter when, look where thy Mamo ̄ is. Yes, yes, and would complot ten thousand death's, Even damn my soul, for beauteous Katherine. My ship shall kemb the Ocean's curled back To furnish thee with brave Abiliaments, Rucks of rich Pearl, and sparkling Diamonds Shall fringe thy garments with Imbroadry: Thy head shall blaze as bright with Orient stone, As did the world being burned by Phaeton. Lord bless my Obligations, Lord bless my bonds, Lord bless my Obligations. Alas, alas, alas. Look Mamon, search Mamon, this way she went, Put on thy spectacles, this way she went: Blessed, blessed, blessed, be thy nativity, Yonder she sits, I'll either have her now, Or none shall ever enjoy her with content.