The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 31 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
'tis an affront, from you Sir; you here brought me, Unto my Ladies, and to woo a wife, Which since is proved a cracked commodity; She hath broke bulk too soon. No fault of mine, If she be cracked in pieces, or broke round; It was my sister's fault, that owns the house, Where she hath got her clap, makes all this noise. I keep her portion safe, that is not scattered: The money's rattle not; nor are they thrown, To make a Musse, yet 'mong the game some Suitors. Can you endure that flout, close Mr. Bias, And have been so bred in the Politics? The injury is done you, and by him only; He lent you impressed money, and upbraids it: Furnished you for the wooing, and now waves you. That makes me to expostulate the wrong So with him, and resent it as I do. But do it home than, Sir, my Lord shall know it. And all the Lords o' the Court too. What a Moth You are Sir Interest! Wherein I entreat you, Sweet Master Bias? To draw in young Statesmen, And heirs of policy into the noose Of an infamous matrimony. Yes, Infamous, quasi in communem famam: And Matrimony, quasi, matter of Money. Learnedly urged, my cunning Mr. Bias. With his lewd, known, and prostituted Niece. My known, and prostitute: how you mistake, And run upon a false ground, Mr. Bias! (Your Lords will do me right.) Now, she is prostitute, And that I know it (please you understand me.) I mean to keep the portion in my hands: And pay no moneys. Mark you that Don Bias? And you shall still remain in bonds to him, For wooing furniture, and impressed charges. Good Mr. Compass, for the sums he has had Of me, I do acquit him: They are his own. Here, before you, I do release him. Good! O Sir. 'Slid take it: I do witness it: He cannot hurl away his money better. He shall get so much Sir, by my acquaintance, To be my friend: And now report to his Lords As I deserve not otherwise. But well: And I will witness it, and to the value; Four hundred is the price, if I mistake not, Of your true friend in Court. Take hands, you ha' bought him, And bought him cheap. I am his worship's servant. And you his slave, Sir Moth. Sealed, and delivered. Ha' you not studied the Court Compliment? Here are a pair of Humours, reconciled now, That money held at distance: or their thoughts, Base than money. Out thou caitiff witch! Bawd, Beggar, Gipsy: Any thing indeed, But honest woman. What you please, Dame Polish, My Lady's Stroaker. What is here to do? The Gossips out! Thou art a Traitor to me, An Eve, the Apul, and the Serpent too: A Viper, that hast eat a passage through me, Through mine own bowels, by thy retchlessness. What frantic fit is this? I'll step aside And harken to it.
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Tis an affront, from you Sir; you here brought me, Vnto my Ladies, and to wooe a wife, Which ſince is prov'd a crack'd commoditie; Shee hath broke bulke too ſoone. No fault of mine, If ſhe be crack'd in peeces, or broke round; It was my ſiſters fault, that ownes the houſe, Where ſhe hath got her clap, makes all this noiſe. I keepe her portion ſafe, that is not ſcatter'd: The money's rattle not; nor are they throwne, To make a Muſſe, yet 'mong the game ſome Suitors. Can you endure that flout, cloſe Mr. Bias, And have beene ſo bred in the Politiques? The injury is done you, and by him only; He lent you impreſt money, and upbraids it: Furniſh'd you for the wooing, and now waves you. That makes me to expoſtulate the wrong So with him, and reſent it as I doe. But doe it home then, Sir, my Lord ſhall know it. And all the Lords o' the Court too. What a Moath You are Sir Intereſt! Wherein I intreat you, Sweet Maſter Bias? To draw in young Stateſ-men, And heires of policie into the nooſe Of an infamous matrimonie. Yes, Infamous, quaſi in communem famam: And Matrimony, quaſi, matter of Money. Learnedly urg'd, my cunning Mr. Bias. With his lewd, knowne, and proſtituted Neice. My knowne, and proſtitute: how you miſtake, And run upon a falſe ground, Mr. Bias! (Your Lords will doe me right.) Now, ſhe is proſtitute, And that I know it (pleaſe you underſtand me.) I meane to keepe the portion in my hands: And pay no monies. Marke you that Don Bias? And you ſhall ſtill remaine in bonds to him, For wooing furniture, and impreſt charges. Good Mr. Compaſſe, for the ſummes he has had Of me, I doe acquit him: They are his owne. Here, before you, I doe releaſe him. Good! O Sir. 'Slid take it: I doe witneſſe it: Hee cannot hurle away his money better. He ſhall get ſo much Sir, by my acquaintance, To be my friend: And now report to his Lords As I deſerve no otherwiſe. But well: And I will witneſſe it, and to the value; Foure hundred is the price, if I miſtake not, Of your true friend in Court. Take hands, you ha' bought him, And bought him cheap. I am his worſhips ſervant. And you his ſlave, Sir Moath. Seal'd, and deliver'd. Ha' you not ſtudied the Court Complement? Here are a paire of Humours, reconcil'd now, That money held at diſtance: or their thoughts, Baſer then money. Out thou catife witch! Baud, Beggar, Gipſey: Any thing indeed, But honeſt woman. What you pleaſe, Dame Poliſh, My Ladies Stroaker. What is here to doe? The Goſſips out! Thou art a Traytor to me, An Eve, the Apul, and the Serpent too: A Viper, that haſt eat a paſſage through me, Through mine owne bowels, by thy retchleſneſſe. What frantick fit is this? Ile ſtep aſide And hearken to it.