Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Now life and death dependeth on my sword: This hand now reared, my Douglas if I list, Could part thy head and shoulders both in twain: But since I see thee wise and old in years, True to thy king, and faithful in his wars, Live thou and thine, Dambar is too too small. To give an entrance to the English king, I Eaglelike disdain these little fowls, And look on none but those that dare resist, Enter your town as those that live by me, For others that resist, kill, forage, spoil: Mine English soldiers, as you love your king, Revenge his daughter's death, and do me right. My friends, what think you of this present state, Were ever seen such changes in a time? The manners and the fashions of this age, Are like the Ermine skin so full of spots, As soon may the Moore be washed white, Than these corruptions banished from this Realm. What sees mas. Lawyer in this state amiss? A wresting power that makes a nose of wax, Of grounded law, a damned and subtle drift, In all estates to climb by other's loss, An eager thrift of wealth, forgetting truth, Might I ascend unto the highest states, And by descent discover every crime, My friends I should lament, and you would grieve To see the hapless ruins of this Realm. O Lawyer, thou hast curious eyes to pry, Into the secrets maims of their estate, But if thy vail of error were unmasked, thyself should see your sect, do maim her most: Are you not those that should maintain the peace, Yet only are the patrons of our strife? If your profession have his ground and spring, First from the laws of God, then countries right, Not any ways inverting natures power, Why thrive you by contentions? Why devise you Clauses, and subtle reasons to except: Our state was first before you grew so great, A Lantern to the world for unity: Now they that are befriended, and are rich, Or press the poor, come Homer without quoin, He is not heard: What shall we term this drift? To say the poor man's cause is good and just, And yet the rich man gains the best in law: It is your guise, (the more the world laments) To quoin Provisoes to beguile your laws, To make a gay pretext of due proceeding, When you delay your common pleas for years: Mark what these dealings lately here have wrought: The crafty men have purchased greatmen's lands They poll, they pinch, their tenants are undone: If these complain by you they are undone, You fleece them of their quoin, their children beg, And many want, because you may be rich, This scar is mighty master Lawyer, Now man hath gotten head within this land, Mark but the guise, the poor man that is wronged, Is ready to rebel: he spoils, he pills, We need no foes to forage that we have, The law (say they) in peace consumed us, And now in war we will consume the law: Look to this mischief, lawyer's conscience knows You live amiss, amend it, lest you end.
nodes 1770–1834 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 40 in this edition
Length
529 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (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)
Now life and death dependeth on my sword: This hand now reard, my Douglas if I list, Could part thy head and shoulders both in twaine: But since I see thee wise and olde in yeares, True to thy king, and faithfull in his warres, Liue thou and thine, Dambar is too too small▪ To giue an entrance to the English king, I Eaglelike disdaine these little foules, And looke on none but those that dare resist, Enter your towne as those that liue by me, For others that resist, kill, forrage, spoyle: Mine English souldiers, as you loue your king, Reuenge his daughters death, and do me right. My friends, what thinke you of this present state▪ Were euer seene such changes in a time? The manners and the fashions of this age, Are like the Ermine skinne so full of spots, As soone may the Moore bee washed white, Then these corruptions bannisht from this Realme. What sees mas Lawyer in this state amisse? A wresting power that makes a nose of wax, Of grounded lawe, a damde and subtile drift, In all estates to clime by others losse, An eager thrift of wealth, forgetting trueth, Might I ascend vnto the highest states, And by discent discouer euery crime, My friends I should lament, and you would greeue To see the haplesse ruines of this Realme. O Lawyer, thou haste curious eyes to prie, Into the secrets maimes of their estate, But if thy vaile of error were vnmaskt, Thy selfe should see your sect, do maime her most: Are you not those that should maintaine the peace, Yet onely are the patrones of our strife? If your profession haue his ground and spring, First from the lawes of God, then countriees right, Not any waies inuerting natures power, Why thriue you by contentions? Why deuise you Clawses, and subtile reasons to except: Our state was first before you grew so great, A Lanterne to the world for vnitie: Now they that are befriended, and are rich, Or presse the poore, come Homer without quoine, He is not heard: What shall we terme this drift? To say the poore mans cause is good and iust, And yet the rich man gaines the best in lawe: It is your guise, (the more the world laments) To quoine Prouisoes to beguile your lawes, To make a gay pretext of due proceeding, When you delay your common pleas for yeares: Mark what these dealings lately here haue wroght: The craftie men haue purchaste greatmens lands They powle, they pinch, their tennants are vndone: If these complaine by you they are vndone, You fleese them of their quoine, their children beg, And many want, because you may bee rich, This scarre is mightie maister Lawyer, Now man hath gotten head within this land, Marke but the guise, the poore man that is wrongd, Is readie to rebell: hee spoyles, he pilles, We need no foes to forrage that wee haue, The lawe (say they) in peace consumed vs, And now in warre wee will consume the lawe: Looke to this mischiefe, Lawyers conscience knowes You liue amisse, amend it, least you end.