Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why then i'll have ten for the crying it. Ten Crowns, and had but six pence, For crying a little wench of thirty years old & upwards, That had lost herself betwixt a tavern & a baw die house. I that was a wench, but this is Gold, She was poor, but this is rich. Why then by this reckoning, a Hackneyman Should have ten shillings for horsing a Gentlewoman, Where he hath but ten pence of a beggar. Why and reason good, Let them pay, that best may, As the Lawyers use their rich Clients, When they let the poor go under Forma pauperis. Why then I pray thee cry the Chain for me, Sub forma pauperis, For money goes very low with me at this time. ay sir, but your master is, though you be not. I but he must not know That thou cry criest the Chain for me, I do but use thee to save me a labour, That am to make inquiry after it, Well sir, you'll see me considered, will you not? I marry will I, why what lighter payment can there be, than consideration. O yes. How now sirrah, what are you crying? A chain sir, a chain, that your man bade me cry. Get you away sirrah, I advise you Meddle with no Chains of mine, You paltry knave, how durst thou be so bold, To cry the chain, when I bid thou shouldst not, Did I not bid thee only underhand, Make privy inquiry for it through the town, lest public rumor might advertise her, Whose knowledge were to me a second death? Why would you have me run up and down the town? and my shoes are done. What you want in shoes, i'll give ye in blows. I pray you sir hold your hands, And as I am an honest man, I'll do the best I can to find your chain. Ah treacherous Fortune, enemy to Love, Didst thou advance me for my greater fall, In dallying war, I lost my chiefest peace, In hunting after praise, I lost my love, And in loves shipwreck will my life miscarry, Take thou the honour, and give me the chain, Wherein was linked the sum of my delight. When she delivered me the carcanet, Keep it quoth she, as thou wouldst keep myself: I kept it not, and therefore she is lost, And lost with her is all my happiness, And loss of happiness is worse than death. Come therefore gentle death and ease my grief, Cut short what malice Fortune misintends, But stay a while good Death, and let me live, Time may restore what Fortune took from me: Ah no, great losses seldom are restored. What if my Chain shall never be restored, My innocence shall clear my negligence. Ah! but my love is ceremonious, And looks for justice at her lovers hand, Within forced furrows of her clouding brow, As storms that fall amid a sun shine day, I read her just desires, and my decay.
nodes 455–517 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 35 in this edition
Length
508 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (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)
Why then ile haue ten for the crying it. Ten Crownes, and had but six pence, For crying a little wench of thirty yeares old & vpwards, That had lost her selfe betwixt a tauerne & a baw die house. I that was a wench, but this is Golde, Shee was poore, but this is rich. Why then by this reckoning, a Hackneyman Should haue ten shillings for horsing a Gentlewoman, Where he hath but ten pence of a begger. VVhy and reason good, Let them paie, that best may, As the Lawyers vse their rich Clyents, VVhen they let the poore go vnder Forma pauperis. VVhy then I pray thee crie the Chaine for me, Sub forma pauperis, For money goes very low with me at this time. I sir, but your maister is, though you be not. I but hee must not know That thou cry est the Chaine for me, I do but vse thee to saue me a labour, That am to make inquirie after it, Well sir, youle see me considered, will you not? I marry will I, why what lighter paiment can there be, then consideration. O yes. How now sirra, what are you crying? A chaine sir, a chaine, that your man bad me crie. Get you away sirra, I aduise you Meddle with no Chaines of mine, You paltrie knaue, how durst thou be so bould, To crie the chaine, when I bid thou shouldst not, Did I not bid thee onely vnderhand, Make priuie inquirie for it through the towne, Least publike rumor might aduertise her, Whose knowledge were to me a second death? Why would you haue me runne vp and downe the towne? and my shooes are doone. What you want in shooes, ile giue ye in blowes. I pray you sir hold your hands, And as I am an honest man, Ile do the best I can to finde your chaine. Ah treacherous Fortune, enemy to Loue, Didst thou aduaunce me for my greater fall, In dalying war, I lost my chiefest peace, In hunting after praise, I lost my loue, And in loues shipwrack will my life miscarrie, Take thou the honor, and giue me the chaine, Wherein was linkt the sum of my delight. When she deliuered me the Carkanet, Keepe it quoth she, as thou wouldst keepe my selfe: I kept it not, and therefore she is lost, And lost with hir is all my happinesse, And losse of happines is worse then death. Come therefore gentle death and ease my griefe, Cut short what malice Fortune misintends, But stay a while good Death, and let me liue, Time may restore what Fortune tooke from me: Ah no, great losses sildome are restord. What if my Chaine shall neuer be restord, My innocence shall cleare my negligence. Ah! but my loue is cerimonious, And lookes for iustice at her louers hand, Within forst furrowes of her clowding brow, As stormes that fall amid a sun shine day, I read her iust desires, and my decay.