Dekker, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1631 [1619-1631] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Or rather a vomit, that he may cast up 50 Crowns— Which he swallowed as a Bribe to prefer me. My health is bought and sold sir then by you, A Doctor baits you next, whose mesh of potions Striking me full of ulcers, a gibberish Surgeon, For 50. crowns more, comes to draw my will, For money, slaves their Sovereigns thus kill; Nay, nay, so got, so keep it; for his Fifty, Give him a 100. crowns, because his will Aimed at my health I know, and not at ill: Fare you well sir. Who pays me sir? Follow me, I sir. The fellow, my Lord, is fast. What fellow sir? The thief that stole this jewel from your honour, He came unto my stall my Lord. So. And asked me Not the fourth part in money it was worth, And so smelling him out. You did. I did sir, Smell him out presently, and under hand Sent for a Constable, examined him, And finding that he is your Steward's man, Committed him toth' Jail. What money had he upon this jewel of you? None my good Lord, after I heard it yours. Else you had bought it, And been the thief's receiver, y'are a varlet, Go to, a saucy knave; if I want money; And send my servant's servant (cause the world Shall not take notice of it) to pawn, or sell jewels, or Plate, tho' I lose half in half, Must you sir, play the Marshal, and commit him, As if he were a rogue; go and release him, Send him home presently, and pay his fees, do you see sir. My Lord, I do see. lest by the Innocent fellow, I lay you fast byth' heels, do this y'are best; You may be gone. here's a most excellent jest. Hark you, the Duke of Florence sent me once A jewel, have ye'it? For you laid it up. My Lord, I have it. Are you sure you have it? Why change you colour? Know you this? do you know Your man, you sent to sell it? You belike Thought in my memory it had been dead, And so your honesty too came buried, 'Tis well, out of mine eye; what would you with me? Your pity on a wretch late wracked at sea, Beaten ashore by penury, 3. years a Turkish Galleyslave. Your birth? Such Sir, As I dare write myself a gentleman, In Florence stood my cradle, my house great, In money, not in mercy; I am poor, And dare not with the beggar pass their door. Name them, they shallbe forced to thy relief. To steal compassion from them like a thief, Good my Lord pardon me, under your noble wing, I had rather sit, then on the highest tree sing, That shadows their gay buildings. Young man I do commend thee, where's my steward? Give me thy hand, I entertain thee mine, Make perfect your accounts, and see the books delivered To this Gentleman.
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Length
500 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.792 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Or rather a vomit, that hee may cast up 50 Crownes— Which he swallowed as a Bribe to preferre me. My health is bought and sold sir then by you, A Doctor baits you next, whose mesh of potions Striking me full of vlcers, a gibberish Surgion, For 50. Crownes more, comes to drawe my will, For mony, slaves their Soveraignes thus kill; Nay, nay, so got, so keepe it; for his Fifty, Give him a 100. Crownes, because his will Aym'd at my health I know, and not at ill: Fare you well sir. Who payes mee sir? Follow me, I sir. The fellow, my Lord, is fast. What fellow sir? The thiefe that stole this Iewell from your honour, Hee came unto my stall my Lord. So. And ask'd mee Not the fourth part in money it was worth, And so smelling him out. You did. I did sir, Smell him out presently, and under hand Sent for a Constable, examined him, And finding that he is your Stewards man, Committed him toth' Iale. What money had hee upon this Iewell of you? None my good Lord, after I heard it yours. Else you had bought it, And beene the thiefes receiver, y'ar a varlet, Go to, a sawcie knave; if I want money; And send my servants servant (cause the world Shall not take notice of it) to pawne, or sell Iewells, or Plate, tho' I loose halfe in halfe, Must you sir, play the Marshall, and commit him, As if he were a rogue; goe and release him, Send him home presently, and pay his fees, doe you see sir. My Lord, I do see. Least by the Innocent fellow, I lay you fast byth' heeles, doe this y'are best; You may be gone. Heere's a most excellent jeast. Harke you, the Duke of Florence sent me once A Iewell, have ye'it? For you laid it up. My Lord, I have it. Are you sure you have it? Why change you colour? Know you this? doe you know Your man, you sent to sell it? You belike Thought in my memory it had beene dead, And so your honesty too came buried, 'Tis well, out of mine eye; what wo'd you with mee? Your pitty on a wretch late wrackt at sea, Beaten a shore by penury, 3▪ yeares a Turkish Gally-slave. Your birth? Such Sir, As I dare write my selfe a gentlema, In Florence stood my cradle, my house great, In mony, not in mercy; I am poore, And dare not with the begger passe their doore. Name them, they shalbe forc't to thy reliefe. To steale compassion from them like a thiefe, Good my Lord pardon me, under your noble wing, I had rather sit, then on the highest tree sing, That shadowes their gay buildings. Young man I doe commend thee, where's my steward? Give me thy hand, I entertaine thee mine, Make perfect your accounts, and see the books deliver'd To this Gentleman.