Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.80 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I am your Scrivener, and sir, I hope You'll not forget my pains? Forget thee? no, not whilst thy Parchment lasts: I do remember thee by thy shop, thy sign, Yes, thou hast Labels hanging at thy door; Thou writ'st a good fair hand, and hast in Horn, six several Seals with sundry strange inscripts All joined together; thee? not remember thee? I can call thee by thy name. But sir, my money. Money from me, thy writings are all paid for, It came from Slightall's purse. ay, but my Brokage? Brokage indeed hath some dependence still On Usury, and Usury on that, theyare Relatives; one is not called a Son That hath no Father, and no Father's he That hath no Son; yet money doth go hard. Yet let me have my due. Yes, give the Devil that, For he will have't at length; ha, let me see, Come, let us once be mad, we'll to the next Tavern, And there debate the business. At your own charge? Yes, for this once, not use't. A Gallon sir, betwixt us two? An usurer's Gallon, that's just half a pint, 'Tis none of Slightall's measure, 'tis too great, And come, good Scrivener, write it in Record, That I am now thus liberal. Sir, I shall. You have served me long, what have you got by me? Good Wine, good Victuals, Liveries; And the countenance of a good Master. And pray what's all this? That's as your worship shall be pleased to call it. Nay, name it you. So please you sir, I shall; That which I think y'are brought to now yourself, Or within little of't. And what's that? Nothing. Thy plains I commend, thee and thy wit, That canst give nothing name, such is my state; Yet out of this confused lump of nought, That which no man of sense can say it is, Or Title by the name of any thing, Something I have extracted, and reserved For you, for you my servants; take this Gold. All this sir? Why, all this alas is nothing. What call you something then? To me it is not, for now it is yours, And may it ever after something prove To you and your succession, as a Stock To thrive and prosper by; I only was, But am not now; however be you still, And may this give you Essence. Pray keep mine, Your service sir is all the heritage that I expect from you. Thou never wast one that did seek to husband my estate, Which I have vainly wasted; just, and honest, In all my loose designs didst counsel well, And still persuadest me to providence, That thrift of which I was uncapable, Employ it to thy own ends; had it been more, Greater had been thy stock. I'll keep it sir, as Steward to your use, but Always ready to furnish your least wants. And how for mine?
Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 694–763 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 40 in this edition
Length
489 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (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)
I am your Scrivener, and ſir, I hope You'le not forget my paines? Forget thee? no, not whilſt thy Parchment laſts: I doe remember thee by thy ſhop, thy ſigne, Yes, thou haſt Labells hanging at thy doore; Thou writ'ſt a good faire hand, and haſt in Horne, Sixe ſeverall Seales with ſundry ſtrange inſcripts All joyn'd together; thee? not remember thee? I can call thee by thy name. But ſir, my money. Money from me, thy writings are all paid for, It came from Slightalls purſe. I, but my Brokage? Brokage indeed hath ſome dependance ſtill On Uſury, and Uſury on that, Th'are Relatives; one is not called a Son That hath no Father, and no Father's he That hath no Son; yet money doth goe hard. Yet let me have my due. Yes, give the Divell that, For he will have't at length; ha, let me ſee, Come, let us once be mad, we'le to the next Taverne, And there debate the buſineſſe. At your owne charge? Yes, for this once, not uſe't. A Gallon ſir, betwixt us two? An Uſurers Gallon, that's juſt halfe a pint, 'Tis none of Slightalls meaſure, 'tis too great, And come, good Scrivener, write it in Record, That I am now thus liberall. Sir, I ſhall. You have ſerv'd me long, what have you got by me? Good Wine, good Victualls, Liveries; And the countenance of a good Maſter. And pray what's all this? That's as your worſhip ſhall be pleaſed to call it. Nay, name it you. So pleaſe you ſir, I ſhall; That which I thinke y'are brought to now your ſelfe, Or within little of't. And what's that? Nothing. Thy plaines I commend, thee and thy wit, That canſt give nothing name, ſuch is my ſtate; Yet out of this confuſed lumpe of nought, That which no man of ſence can ſay it is, Or Title by the name of any thing, Something I have extracted, and reſerved For you, for you my ſervants; take this Gold. All this ſir? Why, all this alas is nothing. What call you ſomething then? To me it is not, for now it is yours, And may it ever after ſomething prove To you and your ſucceſſion, as a Stocke To thrive and proſper by; I onely was, But am not now; however be you ſtill, And may this give you Eſſence. Pray keepe mine, Your ſervice ſir is all the heritage that I expect from you. Thou never waſt one that did ſeeke to husband my eſtate, Which I have vainely waſted; juſt, and honeſt, In all my looſe deſignes did'ſt counſell well, And ſtill perſwadeſt me to providence, That thrift of which I was uncapable, Employ it to thy owne ends; had it bin more, Greater had bin thy ſtocke. Ile keepe it ſir, as Steward to your uſe, but Alwaies ready to furniſh your leaſt wants. And how for mine?