Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
My Lord, I was borne with a white head, & something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hallowing and singing of Anthems. To approve my youth farther, I will not: the truth is, I am only old in judgement and understanding: and he that will caper with me for a thousand Marks, let him lend me the money, & have at him. For the box of th' ear that the Prince gave you, he gave it like a rude Prince, and you took it like a sensible Lord. I have checked him for it, and the young Lion reputes: Mary not in ashes and sackecloath, but in new Silk, and old Sack. Well, heaven send the Prince a better companion. Heaven send the Companion a better Prince: I cannot rid my hands of him. Well, the King hath severed you and Prince Harry, I hear you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaster, against the Archbishop, and the Earl of Northumberland Yes, I thank your pretty sweet wit for it: but look you pray, (all you that kiss my Lady Peace, at home) that our Armies join not in a hot day: for if I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, if I brandish any thing but my Bottle, would I might never spit white again: There is not a dangerous Action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it. Well, I cannot last ever. Well, be honest, be honest, and heaven bless your Expedition. Will your Lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth? Not a penny, not a penny: you are too impatient to bear crosses. Far you well. Commend me to my Cousin Westmoreland. If I do, fillip me with a three-man-Beetle. A man can no more separate Age and Covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the Gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the Degrees prevent my curses. Boy? Sir. What money is in my purse? Seven groats, and two pence. I can get no remedy against this Consumption of the purse. Borrowing only lingers, and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter to my Lord of Lancaster, this to the Prince, this to the Earl of Westmoreland, and this to old Mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry, since I perceived the first white hair on my chin. About it: you know where to find me. A pox of this Gout, or a Gout of this Pox: for the one or th' other plays the rogue with my great toe: It is no matter, if I do halt, I have the wars for my colour, and my Pension shall seem the more reasonable. A good wit will make use of any thing: I will turn diseases to commodity.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lord, I was borne with a white head, & ſomthing a round belly. For my voice, I haue loſt it with hallowing and ſinging of Anthemes. To approue my youth farther, I will not: the truth is, I am onely olde in iudgement and vnderſtanding: and he that will caper with mee for a thouſand Markes, let him lend me the mony, & haue at him. For the boxe of th' eare that the Prince gaue you, he gaue it like a rude Prince, and you tooke it like a ſenſible Lord. I haue checkt him for it, and the yong Lion repents: Marry not in aſhes and ſacke-cloath, but in new Silke, and old Sacke. Wel, heauen ſend the Prince a better companion. Heauen ſend the Companion a better Prince: I cannot rid my hands of him. Well, the King hath ſeuer'd you and Prince Harry, I heare you are going with Lord Iohn of Lancaſter, againſt the Archbiſhop, and the Earle of Northumberland Yes, I thanke your pretty ſweet wit for it: but looke you pray, (all you that kiſſe my Ladie Peace, at home) that our Armies ioyn not in a hot day: for if I take but two ſhirts out with me, and I meane not to ſweat extraordinarily: if it bee a hot day, if I brandiſh any thing but my Bottle, would I might neuer ſpit white againe: There is not a daungerous Action can peepe out his head, but I am thruſt vpon it. Well, I cannot laſt euer. Well, be honeſt, be honeſt, and heauen bleſſe your Expedition. Will your Lordſhip lend mee a thouſand pound, to furniſh me forth? Not a peny, not a peny: you are too impatient to beare croſſes. Fare you well. Commend mee to my Coſin Weſtmerland. If I do, fillop me with a three-man-Beetle. A man can no more ſeparate Age and Couetouſneſſe, then he can part yong limbes and letchery: but the Gowt galles the one, and the pox pinches the other; and ſo both the Degrees preuent my curſes. Boy? Sir. What money is in my purſe? Seuen groats▪ and two pence. I can get no remedy againſt this Conſumption of the purſe. Borrowing onely lingers, and lingers it out, but the diſeaſe is incureable. Go beare this letter to my Lord of Lancaſter, this to the Prince, this to the Earle of Weſtmerland, and this to old Miſtris Ʋrſula, whome I haue weekly ſworne to marry, ſince I perceiu'd the firſt white haire on my chin. About it: you know where to finde me. A pox of this Gowt, or a Gowt of this Poxe: for the one or th' other playes the rogue with my great toe: It is no matter, if I do halt, I haue the warres for my colour, and my Penſion ſhall ſeeme the more reaſonable. A good wit will make vſe of any thing: I will turne diſeaſes to commodity.