Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Poetaster, or The Arraignment · chunk 6 of 50

Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 492 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.

The boy has stayed within for his cue, this half hour. Come, do not whisper to me, but speak it out. what, it is no treason against the State, I hope, is't? Yes, against the state of my master's purse. Sir, Agrippa desires you to forbear him till the next week: his Moils are not yet come up. His Moils? now the Bots, the Spavin, and the Glanders, and some dozen diseases more, light on him, & his Moils. What ha' they the Yellows, his Moils, that they come no faster? or are they fowndred? ha? his Moils ha' the Staggers belike: ha' they? O no Sir: then your tongue might be suspected for one of his Moils. He owes me almost a Talon, and he thinks to bear it away with his Moils, does he? Sirrah, you, Nutcracker: go your ways to him again, and tell him I must ha' money, I: I cannot eat stones and Turfs, say. What, will he clem me and my followers? Ask him and he will clem me: do, go. He would have me fry my jerkin, would he? Away Setter, away. Yet stay, my little tumbler: the Knight shall supply now: I will not trouble him, I cannot be importunate, I: I cannot be impudent. Alas sir no: you are the most maidenly blushing creature upon the earth. Dost thou hear, my little Six and fifty, or thereabouts? Thou art not to learn the humours and tricks of that old bald Cheater, Time: thou hadst not this chain for nothing. Men of worth have their Chymara's, as well as other creatures: and they do see monsters, sometimes: they do, they do. Better cheap than he shall see you, I warrant him. Thou must let me have six, six, Drachmas, I mean, Old boy; thou shalt do it: I tell thee, Old boy, thou shalt, and in private too, dost thou see? Go, walk off: there, there. Six is the sum. Thy son's a gallant Spark, and must not be put out of a sudden: come hither, Callimachus. Thy Father tells me thou art too Poetical, Slave: thou must not be so: thou must leave them, young Novice; thou must: They are a sort of poor starved Rascals; that are ever wrapped up in foul linen: and can boast of nothing but a lean visage, peering out of a seam-rent suit; the very Emblems of Beggary. No: dost hear? turn Lawyer, Thou shalt be my Solicitor: 'tis right old boy, Is't? You were best tell it Captain. No: far thou well mine honest Knight, and thou old Beaver, Pray thee Knight, when thou comest to town, see me at my lodging, visit me some times: Thou shalt be welcome old boy: do not baulk me good Swaggrer; Ioue keep thy chain from pawning: go thy ways: if thou lack money I'll lend thee some: I'll leave thee to thy horse, now; Adieu. Farewell good Captain.
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PlayPoetaster, or The Arraignment
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1601
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [autumn]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Chapel (second)
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 422 · TCP B14290 · DEEP 327
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 177–190 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 50 in this edition
Length492 words · 708 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.733
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)
The boy has ſtayed within for his cue, this halfe howre. Come, doe not whiſper to me, but ſpeake it out. what, it is no treaſon againſt the State, I hope, is't? Yes, againſt the ſtate of my maſters purſe. Sir, Agrippa deſires you to forbeare him till the next weeke: his Moyles are not yet come vp. His Moyles? now the Bots, the Spauin, and the Glanders, and ſome doſen diſeaſes more, light on him, & his Moyles. VVhat ha' they the Yellowes, his Moyles, that they come no faſter? or are they fowndred? ha? his Moyles ha' the Staggers belike: ha' they? O no Sir: then your tongue might be ſuſpected for one of his Moyles. He owes me almoſt a Talent, and he thinks to beare it away with his Moyles, does hee? Sirrah, you, Nut-cracker: goe your waies to him againe, and tell him I muſt ha' money, I: I cannot eate ſtones and Turues, ſay. What, wil he clem me and my followers? Aſke him and he will clem mee: doe, goe. Hee would haue me fry my Ierkin, would he? Away Setter, away. Yet ſtay, my little tumbler: the Knight ſhall ſupply now: I will not trouble him, I cannot be importunate, I: I cannot bee impudent. Alas ſir no: you are the moſt maidenly bluſhing creature vpon the earth. Do'ſt thou heare, my little Six and fiftie, or thereabouts? Thou art not to learne the humours and trickes of that old bald Cheater, Time: thou hadſt not this chaine for nothing. Men of worth haue their Chymara's, as wel as other creatures: and they doe ſee monſters, ſometimes: they doe, they doe. Better cheape then hee ſhall ſee you, I warrant him. Thou muſt let mee haue ſix, ſix, Drachmes, I mean, Old boy; thou ſhalt do it: I tel thee, Old boy, thou ſhalt, and in priuate too, doſt thou ſee? Goe, walke off: there, there. Six is the ſum. Thy ſonn's a gallant Sparke, and muſt not be put out of a ſuddaine: come hither, Callimachus. Thy Father tels me thou art too Poeticall, Slaue: thou muſt not be ſo: thou muſt leaue them, yoong Nouice; thou muſt: They are a ſort of poore ſtarued Raſcalles; that are euer wrapt vp in foule linnen: and can boaſt of nothing but a leane viſage, peering out of a ſeam-rent ſuite; the very Emblemes of Beggery. No: doſt heare? turne Lawyer, Thou ſhalt be my Solicitor: Tis right olde boy, Iſt? You were beſt tell it Captaine. No: fare thou well mine honeſt Knight, and thou olde Beauer, Pray thee Knight, when thou commeſt to towne, ſee me at my lodging, viſite me ſome times: Thou ſhalt be welcome olde boy: doe not balke me good Swaggrer; Ioue keepe thy chaine from pawning: goe thy waies: if thou lacke money Ile lend thee ſome: I'le leaue thee to thy horſe, now; Adue. Farwell good Captaine.