Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 27 of 40

Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 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.

Hold take thy money, there is seven shillings for the doublet, and eight for the breeches, seven and eight, by’r lady thirty six is a fair deal of money. Far well sir. Nay but stay tailor. Why sir? Forget not this special mate, Let my back parts be well lined, For there come many winter storms from a windy belly, I tell thee Shoemaker. Gentleman what shoe will it please you to have? A fine neat calves leather my friend. Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you. I tell thee, it is my near kinsman, for I am Slipper, which hath his best grace in summer to be suited in lakus skins, Goodwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleather mine Uncle, but my mother good woman. Alas, she was a Spaniard, and being well tanned and dressed by a goodfellow, an Englishman, is grown to some wealth: as when I have but my upper parts, clad in her husband's costly Spanish leather, I may be bold to kiss the fairest lady's foot in this country. You are of high birth sir, But have you all your mother's marks on you? Why knave? Because if thou come of the blood of the Slippers, you should have a shoemakers awl thrust through your care. Take your earnest friend and be packing, And meddle not with my progenitor's Cutler. Hear sir. I must have a Rapier and Dagger. A Rapier and Dagger you mean sir? Thou sayest true, but it must have a very fair edge, Why so sir? Because it may cut by himself, for truly my friend, I am a man of peace, and wear weapons but for fashion. Well sir, give me earnest I will fit you. Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be well armed. You shall. Now what remains? there's twenty Crowns for house, three crowns for household stuff, six pence to buy a Constable's staff: nay I will be the chief of my parish, there wants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a servant, to make an whole family, shall I marry with Alice, good man Grimshaues daughter, she is fair, but indeed her tongue is like Clocks on Shrove-Tuesday, always out of temper? shall I wed Sisley of the Whightē? Oh, no she is like a frog in a parsley bed, as skittish as an eel, if I seek to hamper her, she will home me: but a wench must be had master Slip. Yea and shall be dear friend. I now will drive him from his contemplations. Oh my mates come forward, the lamb is unpenned, the fox shall prevail. I will my friend, and I thank you heartily, pray keep your courtesy, I am yours in the way of an hornpipe, they are strangers, I see they understand not my language, we we.
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PlayThe Scottish History of James the Fourth
AuthorGreene, Robert
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1590
First performance (BritDrama)1590 [1588-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 314 · TCP A02168 · DEEP 255
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1396–1425 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 40 in this edition
Length482 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.764
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)
Holde take thy mony, there is seuen shillings for the dubblet, and eight for the breeches, seuen and eight, biladi thirtie sixe is a faire deale of mony. Far well sir. Nay but stay Taylor. Why sir? Forget not this speciall mate, Let my back parts bee well linde, For there come many winter stormes from a windie bellie, I tell thee Shoo-maker. Gentleman what shoo will it please you to haue? A fine neate calues leather my friend. Oh sir, that is too thin, it will not last you. I tell thee, it is my neer kinsman, for I am Slipper, which hath his best grace in summer to bee suted in lakus skins, Guidwife Clarke was my Grandmother, and Goodman Neatherleather mine Vnckle, but my mother good woman. Alas, she was a Spaniard, and being wel tande and drest by a good-fellow, an Englishman, is growne to some wealth: as when I haue but my vpper parts, clad in her husbands costlie Spannish leather, I may bee bold to kisse the fayrest Ladies foote in this contrey. You are of high birth sir, But haue you all your mothers markes on you? Why knaue? Because if thou come of the bloud of the Slippers, you should haue a Shoomakers Alle thrust through your care. Take your earnest friend and be packing, And meddle not with my progenators Cutler. Heare sir. I must haue a Rapier and Dagger. A Rapier and Dagger you meane sir? Thou saiest true, but it must haue a verie faire edge, Why so sir? Because it may cut by himselfe, for trulie my freende, I am a man of peace, and weare weapons but for facion. Well sir, giue me earnest I will fit you. Hold take it, I betrust thee friend, let me be welarmed. You shall. Nowe what remaines? theres twentie Crownes for house, three crownes for houshol stuffe, six pence to buie a Constables staffe: nay I will be the chiefe of my parish, there wants nothing but a wench, a cat, a dog, a wife and a seruant, to make an hole familie, shall I marrie with Alice, good mā Grimshaues daughter, shee is faire, but indeede her tongue is like Clocks on Shrouetuesday, alwaies out of temper? shall I wed Sisley of the Whightē? Oh, she is like a frog in a parcely bed, as scittish as an ele, if I seek to hāper her, she wil hone me: but a wench must be had maister Slip. Yea and shal be deer friend. I now wil driue him from his contemplations. Oh my mates come forward, the lamb is vnpent, the fox shal preuaile. I will my freend, and I thanke you heartilie, pray keepe your curtesie, I am yours in the way of an hornepipe, they are strangers, I see they vnderstand not my language, wee wee.