D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.72 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
But for the nine and six pence. Monkey, you shall hear more of that anon, when they are sober? why Drawer, Dog, Dunghill-raker; is the Leaguer dry? By and by, a cup of six into the low Leaguer, there. So, ho, the Leaguer. What do ye lack? by and by, do ye call Gentlemen? No, and I called a Gentleman, he would answer me, I call a Drawer goodman Rascal, art thou one? For fault of a better, sir. Couldst not ha' said so then? where's the Master of the Leaguet? Parlahey Monkey, bene venu Gallants, come a stato Sigiores mio come I stato. Marry the better for your entertainment; thanks, sir. Thank him, I scorn to thank him, I'll pay him, and be out of his debt: come, to pay? A reckoning Drawer. You Rascal, who takes away here? here's a house bestrewed with garbage and offal, as if the great Inquest had been feasted, etc. As good men, to no man's dispraise be it spoken, where's a Bill? Prithee knock us not down, afore our time; was this certain feast of our making? what a spoil of Poultry has here been? Tomaso, I must be beholding to thee for this ordinary. Some small trifle Stultissimo, the Reckoning is thought to be. The Reckoning's very high, nine pound six shillings. Nine pound six shillings, Parlahey, and yet I use you like Christians too boys. Nine pound six shillings, how could we four devour so much being half drunk when we came in? Why there's the mystery? you fall asleep with meat in your mouths, my Mistress and I stood it out. Wast not an excellent Swan-pie? Servant. As ere swam in Mill-dam. Nine pound six shillings, one lay out for all, Come, your purses Gentlemen. And you love me, let me have the credit at this time there's: ten pounds, give me the rest again (ah, we had the bravest Marchpane, and Sugar-candy Custard) or do not, let it run on towards fouling of linen, and paying for sawee: the rest again, or do— I do not think but you are sawst pretty well already, for the Devil a bit of meat saw I, and yet all these scraps could not come of nothing. The Reckoning's paid to a hair, come let's withdraw (but while the Room be a little finificald. Parlahey, welcome Gallants to the Leaguer still: please you withdraw. We accept it thankfully. Whose fault's this yours Tomaso? There wants lap. Throw down the pottle pot, let's have a gallon more. willt please you Gentlemen, to hear any Music, and a good Song? Very fain, a good one. What's your fellows, whose noise are you? Rubert's noise, and please you? Call your fellows, and strip your tools. Here's to you Signior. A brace of them if you love me. Marry and shall. Score a gallon of Claret in the Pomegranate. What Tim? Master Fub I rejoice to see you well.
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Length
493 words · 722 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.722 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But for the nine and ſix pence. Monkie, you ſhall heare more of that anon, when they are ſober? why Drawer, Dog, Dunghil-raker; is the Leaguer dry? By and by, a cup of ſix into the low Leaguer, there. So, ho, the Leaguer. What do ye lack? by and by, do ye call Gentlemen? No, and I call'd a Gentleman, he would anſwer me, I call a Drawer goodman Raſcall, art thou one? For fault of a better, ſir. Couldſt not ha ſaid ſo then? where's the Maſter of the Leaguet? Parlahey Monkie, bene venu Gallants, com a ſtato Sigiores mio com I ſtato. Marry the better for your entertainment; thanks, ſir. Thank him, I ſcorn to thank him, Ile pay him, and be out of his debt: come, to pay? A reckoning Drawer. You Raſcall, who takes away here? here's a houſe beſtrewed with garbage and offall, as if the great Inqueſt had been feaſted, &c. As good men, to no mans diſprayſe be it ſpoken, where's a Bill? Prethee knock us not down, afore our time; was this certain feaſt of our making? what a ſpoyle of Poultery has here been? Tomſo, I muſt be beholding to thee for this ordinary. Some ſmall trifle Stultiſſimo, the Reckoning is thought to be. The Reckoning's very high, nine pound ſix ſhillings. Nine pound ſix ſhillings, Parlahey, and yet I uſe you like Chriſtians too boyes. Nine pound ſix ſhillings, how could wee foure devoure ſo much being halfe drunk when we came in? Why there's the miſtery? you fall aſleep with meat in your mouthes, my Miſtris and I ſtood it out. Waſt not an excellent Swan-pie? Servant. As ere ſwam in Mil-dam. Nine pound ſix ſhillings, one lay out for all, Come, your purſes Gentlemen. And you love me, let me have the credit at this time there's: ten pounds, give me the reſt again (ah, wee had the braveſt Marchpane, and Sugar-candy Cuſtard) or do not, let it run on towards fouling of linnen, and paying for ſawee: the reſt agen, or do— I do not think but you are ſawſt pretty well already, for the Devill a bit of meat ſaw I, and yet all theſe ſcraps could not come of nothing. The Reckoning's paid to a haire, come let's withdraw (but while the Room be a little finificald. Parlahey, welcome Gallants to the Leaguer ſtill: pleaſe you withdraw. We accept it thankfully. Whoſe fault's this yours Tomaſo? There wants lap. Throw downe the pottle pot, let's have a gallon more. Wilt pleaſe you Gentlemen, to heare any Muſicke▪ and a good Song? Very fain, a good one. What's your fellows, whoſe noyſe are you? Ruberts noyſe, and pleaſe you? Call your fellows, and ſtrip your tools. Here's to you Signior. A brace of them if you love me. Marry and ſhall. Score a gallon of Claret in the Pomegranat. What Tim? Maſter Fub I rejoyce to ſee you well.