Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.75 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Yes, I do know, I vurst must vee a Returney, And than make legs to my great man o' Law, To be o' my counsel, and take trouble-vees, And yet zay nothing vor me, but device All district means, to ransackle me o' my money. A Pest'lence prick the throats o' hun. I doe know hun As well az I waz i' their bellies, and brought up there. What would you ha' me do? what would you ask of me? I ask the restitution of my money; And will not bate one penny o' the sum: Four score, and five pound. I ask, besides, Amendment for my hurts; my pain, and suffering Are loss enough for me, Sir, to sit down with, I'll put it to your worship; what you award me, I'll take; and give him a general release. And what say you now, neighbour Turf? I put it Even to your worship's bitterment, hab, nab. I shall have a chance o' the dices for't, I hope, let 'em even run: And Faith than I'll pray you, 'cause he is my neighbour, To take a hundred pound, and give him day. Saint Valentine's day, I will, this very day, Before Sun set: my bond is forfeit else. Where will you ha' it paid? Faith, I am a stranger Here i' the country: Know you Cannon Hugh, The Vicar of Pancras? Yes, we who not him? I'll make him my Attorney to receive it, And give you a discharge. Whom shall I sand for't? Why, if you please, sand Metaphor my Clerk. And Turf, I much commend thy willingness; It's argument of thy integrity. But, my integrity shall be my self still: Good Mr. Metaphor, give my wife this key; And do but whisper it into her hand: (She knows it well enough) bid her, by that Deliver you the two zealed bags o' silver, That lie i' the corner o' the cupboard, stands At my bedside, they ' are viftie pound a piece; And bring 'em to your Master. If I prove not As just a Carrier as my friend Tom Long was, Than call me his curtal, change my name of Miles, To Guiles, Wiles, Piles, Bile's, or the foulest name You can device, to cram with, for ale. Come hither Miles, bring by that token, too, Fair Audrey; say her father sent for her: Say Clay is found, and waits at Pancras Church, Where I attend to marry them in haste. For (by this means) Miles I may say't to thee, Thy Master must to Audrey married be. But not a word but mum: go get thee gone; Be wary of thy charge, and keep it close. O super-dainty Cannon! Vicar in cóney, Make no delay, Miles, but a way. And bring the wench, and money.
nodes 1703–1760 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 43 in this edition
Length
469 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.748 (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)
Yes, I doe know, I vurſt mun vee a Returney, And then make legges to my great man o' Law, To be o' my counſell, and take trouble-vees, And yet zay nothing vor me, but deviſe All diſtrict meanes, to ranſackle me o' my money. A Peſt'lence prick the throats o' hun. I doe know hun As well az I waz i' their bellies, and brought up there. What would you ha' me doe? what would you aske of me? I aske the reſtitution of my money; And will not bate one penny o' the ſumme: Foure ſcore, and five pound. I aske, beſides, Amendment for my hurts; my paine, and ſuffering Are loſſe enough for me, Sir, to ſit downe with, Ile put it to your worſhip; what you award me, Ile take; and gi' him a generall releaſe. And what ſay you now, neighbour Turfe? I put it Ene to your worſhips bitterment, hab, nab. I ſhall have a chance o' the dice for't, I hope, let 'hem ene run: And Faith then Ile pray you, 'cauſe he is my neighbour, To take a hundred pound, and give him day. Saint Valentines day, I will, this very day, Before Sunne ſet: my bond is forfeit elſe. Where will you ha' it paid? Faith, I am a ſtranger Here i' the countrey: Know you Chanon Hugh, The Vicar of Pancrace? Yes, wee who not him? Ile make him my Attorney to receive it, And give you a diſcharge. Whom ſhall I ſend for't? Why, if you pleaſe, ſend Metaphore my Clarke. And Turfe, I much commend thy willingneſſe; It's argument of thy integrity. But, my integrity ſhall be my zelfe ſtill: Good Mr. Metaphore, give my wife this key; And doe but whiſper it into her hand: (She knowes it well inow) bid her, by that Deliver you the two zeal'd bags o' ſilver, That lie i' the corner o' the cup-bord, ſtands At my bed-ſide, they' are viftie pound a peece; And bring 'hem to your Maſter. If I prove not As juſt a Carrier as my friend Tom Long was, Then call me his curtall, change my name of Miles, To Guile's, Wile's, Pile's, Bile's, or the fouleſt name You can deviſe, to crambe with, for ale. Come hither Miles, bring by that token, too, Faire Awdrey; ſay her father ſent for her: Say Clay is found, and waits at Pancrace Church, Where I attend to marry them in haſte. For (by this meanes) Miles I may ſay't to thee, Thy Maſter muſt to Awdrey married be. But not a word but mum: goe get thee gone; Be warie of thy charge, and keepe it cloſe. O ſuper-dainty Chanon! Vicar in cóney, Make no delay, Miles, but a way. And bring the wench, and money.