S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Body of me Tom make haste, lest somebody Get between thee and home Tom. I thank you good master Bowser, I thank you for my boy, I thank you always, I thank you most heartily sir, Hoe a cup of Beer there for master Bowser. It shall not need sir, master Cromwell will you go. I will attend you sir. Farewell Tom, God bless thee Tom, God speed thee good Tom. I hope this day is fatal unto some, And by their loss must Bagot seek to gain, This is the lodging of master Fryskiball, A liberal Merchant, and a Florentine, To whom Banister owes a thousand pound, A Merchant bankrupt, whose Father was my master, What do I care, for pity or regard, He once was wealthy, but he now is fallen, And this morning have I got him arrested, At the suit of master Friskiball, And by this means shall I be sure of coin, For doing this same good to him unknown: And in good time, see where the merchant comes. God morrow to kind master Friskiball. God morrow to yourself good master Bagot, And what's the news you are so early stirring: It is for gain, I make no doubt of that. It is for the love sir that I bear to you, When did you see your debtor Banister? I promise you, I have not seen the man, This two months day, his poverty is such, As I do think he shames to see his friends. Why then assure yourself to see him straight, For at your suit I have arrested him, And here they will be with him presently. Arrest him at my suit, you were to blame, I know the man's misfortunes to be such, As he's not able for to pay the debt, And were it known to some he were undone. This is your pitiful heart to think it so, But you are much deceived in Banister, Why such as he will break for fashion sake, And unto those they owe a thousand pound, Pay scarce a hundred, O sir beware of him, The man is lewdly given, to Dice and Drabs, Spends all he hath in harlots companies, It is no mercy for to pity him. I speak the truth of him, for nothing else, But for the kindness that I bear to you, If it be so, he hath deceived me much, And to deal strictly with such a one as he, Better severe than too much lenity, But here is Master Banister himself, And with him as I take the officers. O master Friskiball you have undone me, My state was well nigh overthrown before, Now altogether downcast by your means. O master Friskiball, pity my husband's case, He is a man hath lived as well as any, Till envious fortune and the ravenous sea, Did rob, disrobe, and spoil us of our own. Mistress Banister, I envy not your husband, Nor willingly would I have used him thus: But that I hear he is so lewdly given, Haunts wicked company, and hath enough, To pay his debts, yet will not be known thereof.
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Body of me Tom make hast, least some body Get betweene thee and home Tom. I thanke you good maister Bowser, I thanke you for my boy, I thanke you alwayes, I thanke you most hartely sir, Hoe a cup of Beere there for maister Bowser. It shall not need sir, maister Cromwell will you go. I will attend you sir. Farewell Tom, God blesse thee Tom, God speed thee good Tom. I hope this day is fatall vnto some, And by their losse must Bagot seeke to gaine, This is the lodging of maister Fryskiball, A liberall Marchant, and a Florentine, To whom Banister owes a thousand pound, A Marchant Banckrout, whose Father was my maister, What do I care, for pitie or regarde, He once was wealthy, but he now is falne, And this morning haue I got him arested, At the sute of maister Friskiball, And by this meanes shall I be sure of coyne, For dooing this same good to him vnknowne: And in good time, see where the marchant comes. God morrow to kind maister Friskiball. God morrow to yourselfe good maister Bagot, And whats the newes you are so early stirring: It is for gaine, I make no doubt of that. It is for the loue sir that I beare to you, When did you see your debter Banister? I promise you, I haue not seene the man, This two moneths day, his pouertie is such, As I do thinke he shames to see his friends. Why then assure yourselfe to see him straight, For at your sute I haue arrested him, And here they will be with him presently. Arrest him at my sute, you were to blame, I know the mans misfortunes to be such, As hees not able for to pay the debt, And were it knowne to some he were vndone. This is your pittifull hart to thinke it so, But you are much deceaued in Banister, Why such as he will breake for fashion sake, And vnto those they owe a thousand pound, Pay scarce a hundred, O sir beware of him, The man is lewdly giuen, to Dyce and Drabs, Spends all he hath in harlots companies, It is no mercy for to pitie him. I speake the truth of him, for nothing els, But for the kindnesse that I beare to you, If it be so, he hath deceiued me much, And to deale strictly with such a one as he, Better seuere then too much lenitie, But here is Maister Banister himselfe, And with him as I take the officers. O maister Friskiball you haue vndone me, My state was well nigh ouerthrowne before, Now altogether downe-cast by your meanes. O maister Friskiball, pity my husbands case, He is a man hath liued as well as any, Till enuious fortune and the rauenous sea, Did rob, disrobe, and spoile vs of our owne. Mistrisse Banister, I enuie not your husband, Nor willingly would I haue vsed him thus: But that I here he is so lewdly giuen, Haunts wicked company, and hath enough, To pay his debts, yet will not be knowne thereof.