Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.66 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Here's a sum towards indeed! a thousand verses? They come too, at the known rate of the City. (That is to say at forty pence the score) Eight pounds six shillings, eight pence. Well sir, on. Item, an Elegy for Mistress Alderwoman Upon the death of one of her Coach-mares, She prized above her daughter, being crooked— The more beast she. Ha, ha, ha. Enough, enough sweetheart. 'tis true, for I should weep for that poor daughter, 'tis like she'll have no children, pray now look, Am not I crooked too? No, no, sit down. Item, a love Epistle for the Aldermanikin his son, And a Book of the godly life and death Of Mistress Katherine Stubs, which I have turned Into sweet metre, for the virtuous youth, To woe an ancient Lady widow with. Here's a large sum in all, for which i'll try, His strength in law, till he peccavi cry, When I shall sing, for all his present bigness, jamque opus exegi quod nec Iovis Ira, nec ignis. The Lawyer speaks the poet's part. He thinks The more; the Poets in th' Antipodes, Are slow of tongue, but nimble with the pen. The counsel and the comfort you have given Me, requires a double fee. Will you abuse me therefore? I take no fees double nor single I. Retain your money, you retain not me else. Away, away, you'll hinder other Clients. Pray give me leave to send then to your wife. Not so much as a Poesy for her thimble, For fear I spoil your cause, Y'ave warned me sir. What a poor honest Lawyer's this? They are all so In th' Antipodes. You're welcome Captain. In your two causes I have done my best. And what's the issue pray sir? Truly sir, Our best course is not to proceed to trial. Your reason? I shall then recover nothing. Yes, more by composition, than the Court Can lawfully adjudge you, as I have laboured. And sir, my course is, where I can compound A difference, I'll not toss nor bandy it Into the hazard of a judgement. Still An honest Lawyer, and tho poor, no marvel. A kiss for thy conceit. A sweet occasion! How have you done sir? First you understand Your several actions, and your adversaries, The first a Battery against a Coachman, That beat you sorely. What hard hearted fellow Could beat so spruce a gentleman, and a captain. By this fair hilt, he did sir, and so bruised My arms, so crushed my ribs, and stitched my sides, That I have had no heart to draw my sword since; And shall I put it up, and not his purse Be made to pay for't? It is up already, sir, If you can be advised, observe I pray, Your other actions 'gainst your feathermaker, And that of trespass for th'incessant trouble He puts you to by importunate requests, To pay him no money, but take longer day.
nodes 1306–1379 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 44 in this edition
Length
494 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.657 (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)
Here's a summe towards indeed▪ a thousand verses? They come too, at the known rate of the City. (That is to say at forty pence the score) Eight pounds sixe shillings, eight pence. Well sir, on. Item, an Elegy for Mistris Alderwoman Upon the death of one of her Coach-mares, She priz'd above her daughter, being crooked— The more beast she. Ha, ha, ha. Enough, enough sweet-heart. Tis true, for I should weep for that poore daughter, Tis like she'll have no children, pray now looke, Am not I crooked too? No, no, sit downe. Item, a love Epistle for the Aldermanikin his sonne, And a Booke of the godly life and death Of Mistris Katherine Stubs, which I have turn'd Into sweet meetre, for the vertuous youth, To woe an ancient Lady widow with. Heres a large summe in all, for which ile try, His strength in law, till he peccavi cry, When I shall sing, for all his present bignesse, Iam que opus exegi quod nec Iovis Ira, nec ignis▪ The Lawyer speaks the Poets part. He thinkes The more; the Poets in th' Antipodes, Are slow of tongue, but nimble with the pen. The counsaile and the comfort you have given Me, requires a double fee. Will you abuse me therefore? I take no fees double nor single I. Retaine your money, you retaine not me else. Away, away, you'll hinder other Clyents. Pray give me leave to send then to your wife. Not so much as a Poesie for her thimble, For feare I spoyle your cause, Y'ave warned me sir. What a poore honest Lawyer's this? They are all so In th' Antipodes. Y'are welcome Captaine. In your two causes I have done my best. And whats the issue pray sir? Truely sir, Our best course is not to proceed to triall. Your reason? I shall then recover nothing. Yes, more by composition, than the Court Can lawfully adjudge you, as I have labour'd. And sir, my course is, where I can compound A difference, Ile not tosse nor bandy it Into the hazzard of a judgement. Still An honest Lawyer, and tho poore, no marvaile▪ A kisse for thy conceite. A sweet occasion! How have you done sir? First you understand Your severall actions, and your adversaries▪ The first a Battery against a Coach-man, That beate you sorely▪ What hard hearted fellow Could beat so spruce a gentleman, and a captaine. By this faire hilt, he did sir, and so bruis'd My armes, so crush'd my ribs, and stich'd my sides, That I have had no heart to draw my sword since; And shall I put it up, and not his purse Be made to pay for't? It is up already, sir, If you can be advis'd, observe I pray, Your other actions'gainst your feathermaker, And that of trespasse for th'incessant trouble He puts you to by importunate requests, To pay him no money, but take longer day.