Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Has hit the right nail o'th' head, his own game. And the very metal he deals in at play if you mark it. Peace, who's this? Long Meg? Long, and foul Meg, if she be a Meg, as ever I saw of her inches; pray God they fit her with a fair fortune. They slip her, and treat upon Ticklefoot. On Sundays you rob the poors box with your tabor, The Collectors would do it, you save them a labour. Faith but a little, they'll do it non upstant. here's my little Christian, forget, ha' you any fortune left for her; a straight-laced Christian of sixteen. Christian shall get her a lose bodide-gowne, In tri'mge, how a Gentleman differs from a Clown. Is that a fortune for a Christian; a Turk, or a Gipsy could not have told her a worse. Come, I'll stand myself, and once venture the poor head o'the Town, do your worst, my name's Townshead, and here's my hand I'll not be angry. A Cuckold you must be, and that for three lives; Your own, the Parsons, and your Wives. I swear I'll never marry for that, an't be but to give fortune my foe the lie; Come Pan Puppy you must in too: Not, I'm well enough, I would ha'no good fortune an I might; Yet look to yourself, you'll ha' some ill luck, And shortly, for I have his purse at a pluck. Away birds Mum, I hear by the Hum, If Beck-harman come, he'll strike us all dumb, With a noise like a Drum, Let's give him our room, Here, this way some, And that way others, We are not all brothers; Leave me to the cheats, I'll show 'em some feats. What! are they gone? flown all of a sudden? this is fine i'faith? a covey call y'em, they are a covey soon scattered me think, who sprung 'em I marl? Mary yourself Puppy for aught I know, you quested last. Would he had quested first, and sprung y'em an ' hour ago, for me. Why! what's the matter man? 'Slid, they ha' sprung my purse, and all I had about me. They ha' not, ha' they? As I am true Clod, ha' they, and ransacled me of every penny, outcept I were with child with an owl (as they say) I never saw such luck, it's enough to make a man a whore. Hold thy peace, thou talk'st as if thou hadst a licence to loose thy purse alone in this company; 'slid here be those can loose a purse in honour of the Gipsies, as well as thou for thy heart, and never make word of it: I ha' lost my purse too. What was there i'thy purse, thou keep'st such a whining; was the lease of thy house in it. Or thy Granam's silver ring. Not, but a Mill sixpences I loved as dearly, and a 2 pence I had to spend over and above; besides; the Harper that was gathered amongst us, to pay the Piper.
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Has hit the right nayle o'th head, his owne game. And the very mettall he deales in at play if you marke it. Peace, who's this? Long Meg? Long, and foule Meg, if ſhe be a Meg, as ever I ſaw of her inches; pray God they fit her with a faire fortune. They ſlip her, and treat upon Tickle-foot. On Sundayes you robbe the poores boxe with your tabor, The Collectors would doe it, you ſave them a labor. Faith but a little, they'le doe it non upſtant. Heer's my little Chriſtian, forget, ha you any fortune left for her; a ſtraight-lac'd Chriſtian of ſixteene. Chriſtian ſhall get her a looſe bodide-gowne, In tri'mge, how a Gentleman differs from a Clowne. Is that a fortune for a Chriſtian; a Turke, or a Gipſie could not have told her a worſe. Come, Ile ſtand my ſelfe, and once venter the poore head o'the Towne, doe your worſt, my name's Townſhead, and heers my hand Ile not be angry. A Cuckold you muſt be, and that for three lives; Your owne, the Parſons, and your Wives. I ſweare Ile never marry for that, an't be but to give fortune my foe the lye; Com Pan Puppie you muſt in too: No, I'me well enough, I would ha'no good fortune an I might; Yet looke to your ſelfe, you'le ha ſome ill luck, And ſhortly, for I have his purſe at a plucke. Away birds Mum, I heare by the Hum, If Beck-harman come, Hee'le ſtrike us all dumbe, With a noyſe like a Drum, Let's give him our roome, Here, this way ſome, And that way others, We are not all brothers; Leave me to the cheats, Ile ſhew 'em ſome feates. What! are they gone? flowne all of a ſudden? this is fine i'faith? a covie call y'em, they are a covie ſoone ſcatter'd mee thinke, who ſprung 'em I marle? Marry your ſelfe Puppie for ought I know, you queſted laſt. Would he had queſted firſt, and ſprung y'em an 'owre agoe, for mee. Why! what's the matter man? 'Slid, they ha' ſprung my purſe, and all I had about me. They ha' not, ha' they? As I am true Clod, ha' they, and ranſacled me of every penny, outcept I were with child with an owle (as they ſay) I never ſaw ſuch lucke, it's enough to make a man a whore. Hold thy peace, thou talk'ſt as if thou had'ſt a licenſe to loſe thy purſe alone in this company; 'ſlid here be thoſe can loſe a purſe in honour of the Gipſies, as well as thou for thy heart, and never make word of it: I ha' loſt my purſe too. What was there i'thy purſe, thou keep'ſt ſuch a whining; was the leaſe of thy houſe in it. Or thy Grannams ſilver ring. No, but a Mill ſixe-pence I lov'd as dearely, and a 2 pence I had to ſpend over and above; beſides; the Harper that was gathered amongſt us, to pay the Piper.