Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Nay now let him shift for himself if he will, Since I am paid the thing I did seek: Alas good Gentleman, he is served but ill, In faith he is in now by the week. He hath nought but that, for which he hath paid, The loan of his money he hath dearly bought, I warrant you it might be boldly said, His cards being told, he hath won right nought. And how so Help? is he so pinched I say? By my troth that is a sport for to hear. Serra, he stands bound forty pounds to pay, But little more than thirty away he did bear, For what with the merchants duty for loan, Item for writing unto the scribe: The third part into my pouch is gone, And the merchants man, hath not lost his bribe. So that amongst us four, almost ten pounds, Is clearly dispersed and spent: The Gentleman sweareth, heart, blood, and wounds, Repenting that after thy council he went. Yea but sirs, my part is the least, Who am the Captain of all the rout. Tush man for that matter, set thy heart at rest, For that which we have, thou shalt not be without, But sirrah, seest thou not who doth yonder appear, By my troth methinks two knaves they are. Indeed whosoever unto thee is near, For a knave he needeth not to seek far. Sirs I will tell troth to make you agree, By guess I think, you are Knaves all three. In deed three we are, we are no less, And you are the fourth to make up the mess. Well for that matter, we will not greatly strive, But sirs what wind now did you hither drive? I faith to show thee what luck we have had, By (Willing to win Worship) that lusty lad. To make talk thereof, now it is no time, But if thou wilt go with us, we will give thee the wine. And as my master pleased you two, and the scribe, So of Greediness the Merchant, I had a bribe. So that none of us went vacant away, But of one of the parties, had honestly our pay. Yea but of them both, I had my bribes, My masters, the Broker can play of both sides. He is almost paid as well for his trotting. As is the Scribe, for his writing or blotting. Yea and yet both parties are not content, For I dare say the gentleman, his bargain doth repent. Marry sir can you blame him, that so hath been rung, He may say he hath paid, to hear a fair tongue. And now without his man he is gone, His man gives him leave for to walk alone.
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Length
460 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (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)
¶Nay now let him shifte for himselfe if he will, Since I am payed the thing I did séeke: Alas good Gentleman, he is serued but ill, In fayth he is in now by the wéeke. He hath naught but that, for which he hath payed, The lone of his money he hath dearly bought, I warrant you it might be boldly sayd, His cardes being tolde, he hath wonne right nought. ¶And how so Helpe? is he so pincht I say? By my troth that is a sport for to heare. ¶Serra, he standes bound forty poundes to pay, But little more then thirty away he did beare, For what with the marchauntes duety for lone, Item for writing vnto the scrybe: The third part into my pouch is gone, And the marchauntes man, hath not lost his brybe. So that amongest vs fower, almost ten poundes, Is clearely dispersed and spent: The Gentleman sweareth, harte, blood, and woundes, Repenting that after thy councell he went. ¶Yea but syrs, my parte is the least, Who am the Captayne of all the route. ¶Tush man for that matter, set thy heart at rest, For that which we haue, thou shalt not be without, But syrra, seest thou not who doth yonder appeare, By my troth me thinkes two knaues they are. ¶Indéede whosoeuer vnto thée is neare, For a knaue he néedeth not to séeke farre. ¶Sirs I will tell troth to make you agrée, By gesse I thinke, you are Knaues all thrée. ¶In déede thrée we are, we are no lesse, And you are the fourth to make vp the messe. ¶Well for that matter, we will not greatly striue, But syrs what wind now did you hether driue? ¶I fayth to shew thée what luck we haue had, By (Willing to win Worship) that lusty lad. To make talke thereof, now it is no time, But if thou wilt go with vs, we will giue thée the wine. ¶And as my mayster pleased you two, and the scribe, So of Gréedinesse the Marchaunt, I had a bribe. So that none of vs went vacant away, But of one of the parties, had honestly our pay. ¶Yea but of them both, I had my bribes, My maysters, the Broker can play of both sides. He is almost payd as well for his trotting. As is the Scribe, for his writing or blotting. Yea and yet both parties are not content, For I dare say the gentleman, his bargayne doth repent. ¶Marry syr can you blame him, that so hath bene rung, He may say he hath payde, to heare a faire tongue. And now without his man he is gone, His man geues him leaue for to walke alone.