A pleasant conceited comedie, called, A knacke to know an honest man. As it hath beene sundrie times plaied about the citie of London.
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- A pleasant conceited comedie, called, A knacke to know an honest man. As it hath beene sundrie times plaied about the citie of London.
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- 1596.
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"A pleasant conceited comedie, called, A knacke to know an honest man. As it hath beene sundrie times plaied about the citie of London." In the digital collection Early English Books Online 2. https://name.umdl.umich.edu/A04889.0001.001. University of Michigan Library Digital Collections. Accessed June 4, 2025.
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¶A pleasant conceited Comoedie, called A knacke to know an honest Man.
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All this wil I be forsworne to, with my neighbor Me∣nalchus & good man Coridon, & the rest that fol∣lowed the crie, with Slip my dog & others forsoth.
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Marie sir, into his chest I meane, the verie bot∣tomlesse pit of vsurie, where I am sure God neuer came, but the deuil & his angels fil it vp to the brim.
Well sirrha, leaue your ieasting, and goe will the master of my barke to vnlode the wares, and see that at the crane you hoise them vp.
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At his fingers ends: he hath musike to sing for his din∣ner, he hath logicke to cauel with the constable, he hath rhetorike to perswade that hee should not go to the stockes, he hath Geometrie to measure out his bed in the plaine field, and he hast Astronomie to shew a warme sunne from a colde shade. Nay, Ile proue that a begger deuours the foure morall vertues at one breakfast: he's valiant when he must needs fight, he is liberall when he hath anie monie
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to spend, and he is true if there be nothing to steale. A begger, why tis the ancientest occupation that is, it be∣gan at Adam, & wil neuer end til doomes day. But sir∣rha Franco, Ile tell thee what thou shalt do, go & pro∣fesse thine olde occupation againe.
Why, by being alwaies dronke thou shalt learne neuer to be sober. O the vertue of a dronkard is much, he speaks little because he sleeps much, he stands not vpon opinion, for euerie litle straw throwes him not downe: he is not proud, for his head is readie to salute euerie poast: nor hee is not enuious, for hee teares his stomacke open to euerie man, and sleepes as soundly on a donghil as on a downe bed. Mary one thing, he is subiect to impatience, for once a daie he sees the deuill.
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Sirra, tel thy mistresse Fortunio is at hand to speake with her.
Way way, you may carry the message thether your selfe, for poore mens soules were made for heauen, and the rich for hell.
What noyse is this, what meaneth you thus to assault a haplesse Ladies house?
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Giue it to the Porter of the gates, and hee will let you passe: and so farewell my sweete Orphinio: I cannot stay, and in thy Iorney thinke on Phil∣lyda.
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God speed you Sir in the way of honistie. My mi∣stresse
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would know, whether her brethren bee prisoners in your house, or no.
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This is a Courtiers feate: what Lelio, you are welcome Sir, you come in happie time to bring me Crownes.
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My Lord I confesse the fault, and am willing with my death to recompence the deed.