Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
What should a man zay? who should he trust In these days? Hark you Iohn Clay, if you have Done any such thing, tell troth, and shame the Devil. Vaith do: my Gossip Turf zaies well to you Iohn. Speak man, but do not convesse, nor be auraid. A man is a man, and a beast's a beast, look to't. I' the name of men, or beasts! what do you do? Hare the poor fellow out on his five wits, And seven senses? Do not weep Iohn Clay. I swear the poor wretch is as guilty from it, As the Child was, was borne this very morning. Not, as I am a kyrsin soul, would I were hanged If ever I— alas I! would I were out Of my life, so I would I were, and in again— Nay, Mistress Audrey will say nay to that. Not, In-and-out? an you were out o' your life, How should she do for a husband? who should fall Aboard o' her than, Ball? He's a Puppy? Not; Hannibal has no breeding: well! I say little; But hitherto all goes well, pray it prove no better. Come Father; I would we were married: I am a cold. Well, Mr. Constable, this your fine Groom here, Bridegroom, or what Groom else, soe'er he be, I charge him with the felony; and charge you To carry him back forthwith to Paddington, Unto my Captain, who stays my return there: I am to go to the next Justice of peace, To get a warrant to raise Hue and Cry, And bring him, and his fellows all afore ' hun. Far you well Sir, and look to ' hun I charge you, As you'll answer it. Take heed; the business If you defer, may prejudicial you Moore than you thinke-for, zay I told you so. Here's a Bride-ale indeed! Ah son Iohn, son Clay! I little thought you would ha' proved a piece Of such false metal. Father, will you believe me? Would I might never stir i' my new shoes, If ever I would do so voule a fact. Well Neighbours, I do charge you to assist me With ' hun to Paddington. Be he a true man, so: The better for ' hun. I will do mine office, An he were my own begotten a thousand times. Why, do you hear man? Husband? Mr. Turf! What shall my Daughter do? Puppy, stay here. Mother, I'll go with you, and with my Father. Nay, stay sweet Mrs. Audrey: here are none But one friend (as they zay) desires to speak A word, or two, cold with you: How do you veele Yourself this frosty morning? What ha' you To do to ask, I pray you? I am a cold. It seems you are hot, good Mistress Audrey. You lie; I am as cold as Ice is: Feel else. Nay, you ha' cooled my courage: I am past it, I ha' done feeling with you.
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What ſhould a man zay? who ſhould he truſt In theſe dayes? Harke you Iohn Clay, if you have Done any ſuch thing, tell troth, and ſhame the Divell. Vaith doe: my Goſſip Turfe zaies well to you Iohn. Speake man, but doe not conveſſe, nor be avraid. A man is a man, and a beaſt's a beaſt, looke to't. I' the name of men, or beaſts! what doe you doe? Hare the poore fellow out on his five wits, And ſeven ſenſes? Doe not weepe Iohn Clay. I ſweare the poore wretch is as guilty from it, As the Child was, was borne this very morning. No, as I am a kyrſin ſoule, would I were hang'd If ever I—alaſſe I! would I were out Of my life, ſo I would I were, and in againe— Nay, Mrs. Awdrey will ſay nay to that. No, In-and-out? an' you were out o' your life, How ſhould ſhe doe for a husband? who ſhould fall Aboord o' her then, Ball? He's a Puppy? No; Hanniball has no breeding: well! I ſay little; But hitherto all goes well, pray it prove no better. Come Father; I would wee were married: I am a cold. Well, Mr. Conſtable, this your fine Groome here, Bride-groome, or what Groome elſe, ſoere he be, I charge him with the felonie; and charge you To carry him back forthwith to Paddington, Vnto my Captaine, who ſtaies my returne there: I am to goe to the next Juſtice of peace, To get a warrant to raiſe Huy and Cry, And bring him, and his fellowes all afore 'hun. Fare you well Sir, and looke to 'hun I charge you, As yo'll anſwer it. Take heed; the buſines If you deferre, may prejudiciall you More then you thinke-for, zay I told you ſo. Here's a Bride-ale indeed! Ah zonne Iohn, zonne Clay! I little thought you would ha' prov'd a peece Of ſuch falſe mettall. Father, will you beleeve me? Would I might never ſtirre i' my new ſhoes, If ever I would doe ſo voule a fact. Well Neighbours, I doe charge you to aſſiſt me With 'hun to Paddington. Be he a true man, ſo: The better for 'hun. I will doe mine office, An' he were my owne begotten a thouſand times. Why, doe you heare man? Husband? Mr. Turfe! What ſhall my Daughter doe? Puppy, ſtay here. Mother, Ile goe with you, and with my Father. Nay, ſtay ſweet Mrs. Awdrey: here are none But one friend (as they zay) deſires to ſpeake A word, or two, cold with you: How doe you veele Your ſelfe this froſty morning? What ha' you To doe to aske, I pray you? I am a cold. It ſeemes you are hot, good Mrs. Awdrey. You lie; I am as cold as Ice is: Feele elſe. Nay, you ha' coold my courage: I am paſt it, I ha' done feeling with you.