Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
More money Dwindle call my Uncle: I must have it, for my honour, two hundred pieces more Will serve my turn; in the mean time I will play away my Cloak and some superfluous things about me. By that time you are come to your shirt, I shall be here. he's blown up too. So, so, the Dice in two or three such nights will be out of my debt, and I may live to be a landlord again. You are fortune's minion Master. You would seem to be no fool, because she dotes not Upon you gentlemen, I must take my chance; 'twas A lucky hundred pound Jack Wilding. What eating the Boxes. Let us in again. Chewing thy cud a little, I have lost all my money Will Thou hast made a fortunate night on't wot Play no more. 'tis the first time I had the grace to give off a winner I won't tempt the Dice. What hast won? You do not hear me complain I have not been so warm This ten weeks. 'tis frost in my breeches. Master Hazard, I was afraid you had been gone, there's a fresh Gamester come in with his pockets full of Gold; he dazzles the Gamesters, and no man has stock to play with him. What is he? A Merchant he seems; he may be worth your retire. Not for the Exchange tonight, I am resolved. Temptation! now have I an infinite itch to this merchants' pieces. If thou wot have any money, Speak before I launch out, and command it. A hundred pieces. Call to the Master o'th' house by this token— thou wot venture again then? They may prove as lucky as thine— but what do I forget? the wench, the fairy at home, that expects me. I had forgot too, you won't play now. 'tis now upon the time. By any means go. Hum. I ha' lost my money, and may recover a pretty wench. which hand? here covetousness, this lechery; money is the heavier. Will, dost hear? i'll requite thy courtesy. Thou hast lent me a hundred pound, i'll pay thee again, and thou shalt have for the use, the flesh device at home that expects, thou shalt supply my place Will. You won't lose this opportunity, and fool yourself. I am resolved; five hundred pieces say i'll come to him, you love the sport as well as I: tomorrow you shall thank me for't; be secret, she'll never know thee, for our conditions are to— Neither light nor— and she must needs conceive 'tis I. Are you in earnest? Have you wit to apprehend the courtesy? Let me alone: the wench, and I shall meet Hereafter and be merry, here's my Key The Merchant's money cools away: be wise And keep conditions to use her at thy pleasure, There will be enough for me: nay no demurs, You have not lost your stomach to this game howe'er I speed tonight, we'll laugh tomorrow How the poor wench was cozened. But wouldst ha' me go?
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More mony Dwindle call my Uncle: I must have it, for my honor, two hundred peeces more Will serve my turne; in the meane time I will play away my Cloke and some superfluous things about me. By that time you are come to your shirt, I shall bee here. Hee's blowne up too. So, so, the Dice in two or three such nights will be out of my debt, and I may live to be a land-lord agen. You are fortunes minion Master. You wod seeme to be no foole, because she dotes not Upon you gentlemen, I must take my chance; 'twas A lucky hundred pown'd Jacke Wilding. What eating the Boxes. Let us in agen. Chewing thy cud a litle, I have lost all my monie Will Thou hast made a fortunate night on't wot Play no more. Tis the first time I had the grace to give off a winner I wonot tempt the Dice. What hast wonne? You doe not heare mee complaine I have not been so warme This tenn weekes. Tis frost in my breeches. Master Hazard, I was afraid you had beene gone, there's a fresh Gamester come in with his pockets full of Gold; he dazeles the Gamesters, and no man has stocke to play with him. What is he? A Merchant he seemes; he may be worth your retire. Not for the Exchange to night, I am resolv'd. Temptation! now have I an infinite itch to this Merchants peeces. If thou wot have any monie, Speake before I launch out, and command it. A hundred peeces. Call to the Master o'th house by this token—thou wot venture agen then? They may prove as luckie as thine—but what do I forget? the wench, the fairy at home, that expects me. I had forgot too, you wonot play now. Tis now upon the time. By any meanes goe. Hum, I ha lost my monie, and may recover a prety wench. which hand? here covetousnes, this letchery; monie is the heavier. Will, dost heare? i'le requite thy curtesie. Thou hast lent me a hundred pownd, i'le pay thee agen, and thou shat have for the use, the flesh device at home that expects, thou shat supply my place Will. You wonot loose this opportunitie, and foole your selfe. I am resolv'd; five hundred peeces say i'le come to him, you love the sport as well as I: to morrow you shall thanke me for't; be secret, shee'le never know thee, for our conditions are to—Neither light nor—and she must needs conceive tis I. Are you in earnest? Have you wit to apprehend the curtesie? Let me alone: the wench, and I shall meete Hereafter and be merry, here's my Key The Merchants monie cooles away: be wise And keepe conditions to use her at thy pleasure, There will be enough for me: nay no demurres, You have not lost your stomacke to this game How ere I speed tonight, wee'le laugh to morrow How the poore wench was cosen'd. But wouldst ha mee goe?