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 0.81 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why man, 'tis want of money makes men mad, For that disease here's Physic: honest Hodge, Go thou and summon all my Creditors, Leave not a man to whom I owe, uncalled, And pay them to the utmost they demand; Be so far from bating of the Principal, As pay them all arrearages; 'tis our will And do thou see't performed. From whence came this sir? What's that to thee? have we not here to do't? Those Debts that reckoned were mere desperate First see discharged, unless some certain Mortgage tied to a day. What screech-owl's voice was that? Monsieur Damnation? what, are you so near? I know you sir, a Thousand pounds and th'use, Tender the sum, there's gold, and bring me back The Mortgage of my Manor. I'm undone then: no haste good Master Slightall, why tomorrw, Or the next day will serve, some fortnight hence, Nay, were't a month, I could forbear the money. Quindecem Michaelis, you remember that, I prithee see this man first satisfied, And do't without delay: if he deny The tender of't I'll have it done in Court; With such we must not dally, quick, good Hodge: That once dispatched, affairs of greater consequence Attend thy trust and care. Come, will you walk sir? If needs I will, we Usurers are like women Who conceive with great pleasure, and are delivered With great pain; so we get our wealth with infinite joy, And part with the least of it with infinite torment. To any man that can but show my hand, Or witness where I have but passed my word, Pay ready down, about it, and return. And have we lived to see the golden age once more? Now Geoffrey, if I meet you I dare affront you boldly. How want dejects, and plenty cherishes? What a new change perceive I in myself? Yet not so much in habit as in heart! The sight of gold hath shook off all those dumps, Whose Leaden weights were hung upon my soul, To keep it down from mounting; and I now Find in myself a free and dexterous spirit, Uncapable of cloudy Melancholy. I must, as did my Mistress late enjoin, Pass in the search of this sad Gentleman, and to His low dejected poverty cast some few pieces. If his pockets lining suit but to the outside Of his Clothes, he hath small need of them. What, grown so brave? he hath sure lighted on some cheat? 'Twas her injunction, and doubtless I'll accost him; save you sir. I would be so, but 'tis not you can do't. I understood that you were late in want? Not of a Wife; but for your Lord ships courtesy I had had one too many, thank you for it. I came to seek you. For another? no, Now much good do't you with the thing you have, I have no more to part with. Leaving that; I understand you are a Gentleman Nobly derived; but withal, y'are poor. You will not sell your Lordship?
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 1940–2004 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 40 in this edition
Length
507 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (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)
Why man, 'tis want of mony makes men mad, For that diſeaſe here's Phyſicke: honeſt Hodge, Goe thou and ſummon all my Creditors, Leave not a man to whom I owe, uncall'd, And pay them to the utmoſt they demand; Be ſo farre from bating of the Principall, As pay them all arrerages; 'tis our will And doe thou ſee't perform'd. From whence came this ſir? What's that to thee? have we not here to doe't? Thoſe Debts that reckoned were meere deſperate Firſt ſee diſcharg'd, unleſſe ſome certaine Morgage tyed to a day. What Schreich-owles voice was that? Monſieur Damnation? what, are you ſo neere? I know you ſir, a Thouſand pounds and th'uſe, Tender the ſumme, there's gold, and bring me backe The Morgage of my Mannour. I'me undone then: no haſt good Maſter Slightall, why to morrrow, Or the next day will ſerve, ſome fortnight hence, Nay, were't a moneth, I could forbeare the money. Quindecem Michaelis, you remember that, I prethee ſee this man firſt ſatiſfied, And doe't without delay: if he deny The tender of't Ile have it done in Court; With ſuch we muſt not dally, quicke, good Hodge: That once diſpach'd, affaires of greater conſequence Attend thy truſt and care. Come, will you walke ſir? If needs I will, we Uſurers are like women Who conceive with great pleaſure, and are delivered With great paine; ſo we get our wealth with infinite joy▪ And part with the leaſt of it with infinite torment. To any man that can but ſhew my hand, Or witneſſe where I have but paſſ'd my word, Pay ready downe, about it, and returne. And have we liv'd to ſee the golden age once more? Now Geffrey, if I meete you I dare affront you boldly. How want dejects, and plenty cheriſhes? What a new change perceive I in my ſelfe? Yet not ſo much in habite as in heart! The ſight of gold hath ſhooke off all thoſe dumps, Whoſe Leaden weights were hung upon my ſoule, To keepe it downe from mounting; and I now Finde in my ſelfe a free and dexterous ſpirit, Uncapeable of cloudy Melancholy. I muſt, as did my Miſtris late enjoyne, Paſſe in the ſearch of this ſad Gentleman, and to His low dejected poverty caſt ſome few peeces. If his pockets lining ſuite but to the out-ſide Of his Cloaths, he hath ſmall need of them. What, growne ſo brave? he hath ſure lighted on ſome cheate? 'Twas her injunction, and doubtleſſe Ile accoſt him; ſave you ſir. I would be ſo, but 'tis not you can doe't. I underſtood that you were late in want? Not of a Wife; but for your Lord ſhips curteſie I had had one too many, thanke you for it. I came to ſeeke you. For another? no, Now much good doe't you with the thing you have, I have no more to part with. Leaving that; I underſtand you are a Gentleman Nobly derived; but withall, y'are poore. You will not ſell your Lordſhip?