Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 21 of 41

Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals)
moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 473 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Wife, what hard luck have we that cannot make x. shillings now to gain x. pound: why, x. pound would set us up for ever. Husband see the ware, & if ten shilling will buy it, it shall go hard but we will make that money: Friend, show my husband your wares Look you dear mastra de seen button de la gold, de ring de gold, de bugla sheane, two shelleng une dozen de button, une shellinga une Ring, 'tis worth x, shelleng, but mastra & matressa me mussa make money to go over in my own country, but me loose teen pound pour haste to go next tide or tomorrow. Here is five shillings buy them of this stranger. Friend you have not stolen them, but you make them, well, I'll buy them i'th' open market, and then I care not, here is ten shillings, deliver me the wares. Dear mastra, oh pouer necessity maka me selpour grand, grand loss, you shall gein x. pound at least, gour boy. What's your name? Mechant, I think I am even with ye now for calling me Ostler, you'll thrive well with such bargains, if ye buy, ye know not what, Fraud hath fitted ye with worse than your ballads. You'll warrant them gold sirrah, we, so good goll as you pay for: Adieu Monster. Adieu Monster: Adieu fool, sell such gold buttons & rings for so little money, good Lord what pennyworths these strangers can afford: now wife let me see, x. pound, when we have ten pound, we'll have a large shop, and sell all manner of wares, and buy more of these, and get ten pound more, and then ten pound, and ten pound, and twenty pound, than thou shalt have a taffeta hat and a guarded gown, and I a gown and a new cap, and a stik doublet, and a fair house. I thank ye husband, well, till then look well to your wares, and I'll ply my water-bearing and save and get, and get and save till we be rich, but bring these wares home every night with ye: Tush, I shall sell them afore night for ten pound, go wife, go, I may tell you I am glad this French fellow came with these wares, we had fallen to eramining the ale-score else, and then we had fallen cut, and the ale wife and my wife had scolded: Well, a man may see, he that's ordained to be rich, shall be rich: go woman. From whence good Lords grew this hot argument? Thou knowest already, yet if thou wilt hear, For this we strive: fond pleasure makes account summing his bills without an auditory, That Lady Lucre ought of right be his. So I affirm, and so I will maintain That Lady Lucre ought of right be his.
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PlayThe Three Lords and Three Ladies of London
AuthorWilson, Robert
Publication year (edition)1590
First performance / composition (Annals)1588 [1588-1590]
First performance (BritDrama)1588 [1588-1590]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 155 · TCP A15517 · DEEP 128
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 876–895 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 41 in this edition
Length473 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.805
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Wife, what hard luck haue we that cannot make x. shillings now to gain x. pound: why, x. pound would set vs vp for euer. Husband sée the ware, & if ten shilling wil buy it, it shal go hard but we wil make that money: Friend, show my husband your wares Looke you dere mastra de seene buttoone de la gold, de ring de gold, de bugla sheane, two shelleng vne doozen de buttoone, vne shellinga vne Ring, tis worth x, shelleng, but mastra & matressa mee mussa make money to go ouer in my owne countrey, but mee loose teen pownd pour hast to goe next tyde or to morrow. Here is fiue shillings buy them of this straunger. Friend you haue not stolne them, but you make them, well, Ile buy them ithe open market, and then I care not, here is ten shillings, deliuer me the wares. Déer mastra, oh pouer necessitee maka mee selpour graund, graund losse, you shal gein x. pound at least, gor boye. What's your name? Mechant, I think I am euen with ye now for calling me Ostler, you'il thriue wel with such bargaines, if ye buy, yee knowe not what, Fraud hath fitted ye with worse than your ballades. You'il warrant them gold sirra, Wee, so good goll as you pay for: Adieu Mounster. Adieu Mounster: Adieu foole, sel such gold buttons & ringes for so litle money, good Lord what peniworths these strangers can afford: now wife let me see, x. pound, when we haue ten pound, we'il haue a large shop, and sell all maner of wares, and buy more of these, and get ten pound more, and then ten pound, and ten pound, and twenty pound, then thou shalt haue a taffata hat and a garded gown, and I a gown and a new cap, and a stik doublet, and a faire house. I thanke ye husband, wel, till then looke wel to your wares, and Ile ply my waterbearing and saue and get, and get and saue till we be rich, but bring these wares home euery night with ye: Tush, I shall sel them afore night for ten pound, gow wife, gow, I may tel you I am glad this French fellowe came with these wares, we had falne to eramining the Ale-skore els, and then wee had falne cut, and the ale wife and my wife had scolded: Wel, a man may see, he that's ordained to be rich, shal be rich: gow woman. From whence good Lordes grew this hot argument? Thou knowest alreadie, yet if thou wilt heare, For this we striue: fond pleasure makes account Somming his bils without an auditorie, That Ladie Lucre ought of right be his. So I affirme, and so I wil maintaine That Ladie Lucre ought of right be his.