Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I that, be now the subject of our chat. Then list ye well, the Hunters are This day by vow to kill a Hare, Or else the sport they will forswear; And hang their Dogs up. Stay, but where Must the long threatned hare be found? They'll search in yonder Meadow ground. There will I be, and like a wily Wat, Until they put me up; i'll squat. I and my puckling will a brace Of Greyhounds be, fit for the race; And linger where we may be ta'en Up for the course in the by-lane; Then will we lead their Dogs a course, And every man and every horse; Until they break their necks, and say— The Devil on Dun is rid this way. Ha. ha, ha, ha. All the doubt can be but this, That if by chance of me they miss, And start another Hare. Then we'll not run But find some way how to be gone. I shall know thee Peg, by thy grizzled gut, And I you Gilian by your gaunt thin gut. But where will Mawd bestow herself today? O' th' Steeple top; I'll sit & see you play. At meeting, and at parting Gentlemen, I only make use of that general word, So frequent at all feasts, and that but once; y'are welcome. You are so, all of you, and I entreat you Take notice of that special business, Betwixt this Gentleman my friend, and I. About the Mortgage, to which writings drawn, Your hands are witness. We acknowledge it. My hand is there too, for a man cannot set to his Mark, but it may be called his hand; I am a Gentleman both ways, and it hath been held that it is the part of a Gentleman, to write a scurvy hand. You write Sir like yourself. Pray take no notice of his ignorance, You know what I foretold you. 'Tis confessed, but for that word by you so seldom spoke By us so freely on your part performed, We hold us much engaged. I pray, no compliment, It is a thing I do not use myself, Nor do I love 't in others. For my part, could I at once dissolve myself to words And after turn them into matter; such And of that strength, as to attract the attention Of all the curious, and most itching ears Of this our Critic age; it could not make A theme amounting to your noble worth: You seem to me to super-arrogate, Supplying the defects of all your kindred To ennoble your own name: I now have done Sir. hay day, this Gentleman speaks likes a Country Parson that had took his text out of Ovid's Metamorphosis. Sir, you Hyperbolize; And I could chide you for't, but whilst you connive At this my Kinsman, I shall wink at you; 'Twill prove an equal match.
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I that, be now the subject of our chat. Then list yee well, the Hunters are This day by vow to kill a Hare, Or else the sport they will forsweare; And hang their Dogs up. Stay, but where Must the long threatned hare be found? They'l search in yonder Meadow ground. There will Ibe, and like a wily VVat, Vntill they put me up; ile squat. I and my puckling will a brace Of Greyhounds be, fit for the race; And linger where we may be tane Vp for the course in the by-lane; Then will we lead thir Dogs a course, And every man and every horse; Vntill they breake their necks, and say— The Divell on Dun is rid this way. Ha. ha, ha, ha. All the doubt can be but this, That if by chance of me they misse, And start another Hare. Then we'll not run But finde some way how to be gone. I shal know thee Peg, by thy grissel'd gut, And I you Gilian by your gaunt thin gut. But where will Mawd bestow her selfe today? O' th' Steeple top; Ile sit & see you play. At meeting, and at parting Gentlemen, I onely make use of that generall word, So frequent at all feasts, and that but once; y'are welcome. You are so, all of you, and I intreat you Take notice of that speciall businesse, Betwixt this Gentleman my friend, and I. About the Morgage, to which writings drawne, Your hands are witnesse. VVe acknowledge it. My hand is there too, for a man cannot set to his Marke, but it may be call'd his hand; I am a Gentleman both wayes, and it hath been held that it is the part of a Gentleman, to write a scurvie hand. You write Sir like your selfe. Pray take no notice of his ignorance, You know what I foretold you. 'Tis confest, but for that word by you so seldome spoke By us so freely on your part perform'd, VVe hold us much ingag'd. I pray, no complement, It is a thing I doe not use my selfe, Nor doe I love 't in others. For my part, could I at once dissolve my selfe to words And after turne them into matter; such And of that strength, as to attract the attention Of all the curious, and most itching eares Of this our Crittick age; it cou'd not make A theame amounting to your noble worth: You seeme to me to super-arrogate, Supplying the defects of all your kindred To innob le your own name: I now have done Sir. Hey day, this Gentleman speakes likes a Country Parson that had tooke his text out of Ovids Metamorphosis. Sir, you Hyperbolize; And I coo'd chide you for't, but whil'st you connive At this my Kinsman, I shall winke at you; 'Twil prove an equall match.