Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals) comedy · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
You seem sir a Gentleman of quality, and no doubt but in your youth have been acquainted with affairs military, in your very looks there appears bounty, and in your person humanity. Please you to vouchsafe the tender of some small courtesy to help to bear a soldier into his country. Though I could tax you friend, & justly too For begging 'gainst the Statute in that name, Yet I have ever been of that compassion, Where I see want, rather to pity it Than to use power. Where hast thou served? With the Russian against the Polack, a heavy war, and hath brought me to this hard fate. I was took prisoner by the Pole, & after some few weeks of durance, got both my freedom and pass. I have it about me to show, please you to vouchsafe the perusal. It shall not need. What Countryman. Yorkshire sir. Many a sharp battle by land, and many a sharp storm at sea, many a long mile, and many a short meal, I have traveled and suffered ere I could reach thus far, I beseech you sir take my poor & wretched case into your worship's noble consideration. Perhaps thou lov'st this wandring life To be an idle loitering beggar, than To eat of thine own labour. ay sir! Loitering I defy sir, I hate laziness as I do leprosy: It is the next way to breed the scurvy, put me to hedge, ditch, plow, thresh, dig, delve, any thing: your worship shall find that I love nothing less than loitering. Friend thou speakest well. Your Mill quoth he, if ever you take me in your mill again, i'll give you leave to cast my flesh to the dogs, and grind my flesh to powder, betwixt the Millstones. cat's do you call them, for their hugeness they might be cat a mountains, and for their claws, I think I have it here in red and white to show, I pray look here sir, a murrain take them, i'll be sworn they have scratched, where I am sure it itched not. How cam'st thou in this pickle? Yoiu see sir, and what you see, I have felt, & am come to give you to understand I'll not endure such another night if you would give me your mill for nothing, they say we Miller's are thieves: but I could as soon be hanged as steal one piece of a nap all the night long, good Landlord provide yourself of a new tenant, the noise of such caterwauling, & such scratching and clawing, before I would endure again, i'll be tied to the sail when the wind blows sharpest, and they fly swiftest, till I be torn into as many fitters as I have toes and fingers. I was a Miller myself before I was a soldier. What one of my own trade should be so poorly spirited frighted with cats? Sir trust me with the Mill that he forsakes. Here is a blade that hangs upon this belt That spite of all these Rats, Cats, Weasels, Witches Or Dogs, or Devils, Shall so conjure them I'll quiet my possession.
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You seeme sir a Gentleman of quality, and no doubt but in your youth have beene acquainted with affaires military, in your very lookes there appeares bounty, and in your person humanity. Please you to vouchsafe the tender of some small courtesie to help to beare a souldier into his countrey. Though I could tax you friend, & justly too For begging 'gainst the Statute in that name, Yet I have ever bin of that compassion, Where I see want, rather to pittie it Than to use power. Where hast thou serv'd? With the Russian against the Polack, a heavy war, and hath brought me to this hard fate. I was tooke prisoner by the Pole, & after some few weeks of durance, got both my freedom and passe. I have it about me to show, please you to vouase the perusall. It shall not need. What Countreyman. Yorkeshire sir. Many a sharp battell by land, and many a sharpe storme at sea, many a long mile, and many a short meale, I have travel'd and suffer'd ere I c'ud reach thus far, I you sir take my poore & wretched case into your worships noble consideration. Perhaps thou lov'st this wandring life To be an idle loitering begger, than To eat of thine owne labour. I sir! Loitering I defie sir, I hate lazinesse as I do leprosie: It is the next way to breed the scurvie, put mee to hedge, ditch, plow, thresh, dig, delve, any thing: your worship shal find that love nothing lesse than oitering. Friend thou speakest well. Your Mill quoth he, if ever you take me in your mill againe, i'le give you leave to cast my flesh to the dogges, and grinde my flesh to pouder, betwixt the Milstones. Cats do you call them, for their hugenesse they might bee cat a mountaines, and for their clawes, I thinke I have it here in red and white to shw, pray looke here sir, a murreine take them, ile be sworne they have , where I am ure it itcht not. How cam'st thou in this pickle? Yoiu see sir, and what you see, I have felt, & am come to give you to undestand i'le not indure such another night if you would give mee your mill for nothing, they say we Millers are theeves: but I c'ud as soone bee hangd as steale one piece of a ap all the night long, good Landlord provide your selfe of a new tenant, the noise of such catterwawling, & such scratching and clawing, before I would indure againe, i'le bee tyed to the aile when the winde blowes sharpest, and they flie swiftest, till I be torne into as many fitters as I have toes and fingers. I was a Miller my selfe before I was a souldier. What one of my own trade should be so poorely spirited frighted with cats? Sir trust me with the Mill that he forsakes. Hre is a blade that hangs upon this belt spight of all these Rats, Cats, Wezells, Witches Or Dogges, or Divels, Shall so coniure them I'le quiet my possession.