S., W. · published 1602 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
This is that damned Broker, that same Bagot, Whom I have often from my Trencher fed, Ingrateful Villain for to use me thus: What I have said to him is nought but truth. What thou hast said, springs from an envious heart, A cannibal that doth eat men alive, But here upon my knee believe me sir, And what I speak, so help me God is true, We scarce have meat to feed our little babes, Most of our Plate is in that broker's hand, Which had we money to defray our debt, O think we would not bide that penury: Be merciful, kind master Friskiball, My husband, children, and myself will eat, But one meal a day, the other will we keep and sell, As part to pay the debt we owe to you: If ever tears did pierce a tender mind, Be pitiful, let me some favour find. Be not you so mad sir, to believe her tears, Go to, I see thou art an envious man, Good mistress Banister kneel not to me, I pray rise up, you shall have your desire. Hold officers be gone, there's for your pains, You know you owe to me a thousand pound, Here take my hand, if ear God make you able, And place you in your former state again, Pay me: but if still your fortune frown, Upon my faith I'll never ask you crown: I never yet did wrong to men in thrall. For God doth know what to myself may fall. This unexpected favour undeserved, Doth make my heart bleed inwardly with joy, near may aught prosper with me is my own, If I forget this kindness you have shown. My children in their prayers both night and day, For your good fortune and success shall pray. I thank you both, I pray go dine with me, Within these three days, if God give me leave, I will to Florence to my native home, Bagot hold, there's a Portague to drink, Although you ill deserved it by your merit, Give not such cruel scope unto your heart, Be sure the ill you do will be requited, Remember what I say, Bagot farewell, Come Master Banister, you shall with me, My fare is but simple, but welcome heartily. A plague go with you, would you had eat your last, Is this the thanks I have for all my pains, Confusion light upon you all for me, Where he had wont to give a score of crowns, Doth he now foist me with a Portague: Well I will be revenged upon this Banister. I'll to his creditors, buy all the debt he owes, As seeming that I do it for good will, I am sure to have them at an easy rate, And when 'tis done, in Christendom he stays not, But i'll make his heart to ache with sorrow, And if that Banister become my debtor, By heaven and earth i'll make his plague the greater.
nodes 180–238 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 26 in this edition
Length
498 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (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)
This is that damned Broker, that same Bagot, Whom I haue often from my Trencher fed, Ingratefull Villaine for to vse me thus: What I haue said to him is naught but truth. What thou hast said, springs from an enuious hart, A Canniball that doth eate men aliue, But here vpon my knee beleeue me sir, And what I speake, so helpe me God is true, We scarse haue meate to feed our little babes, Most of our Plate is in that Brokers hand, Which had we mony to dephray our debt, O thinke we would not bide that penurie: Be mercifull, kinde maister Friskiball, My husband, children, and my selfe will eate, But one meale a day, the other will we keepe and sell, As part to pay the debt we owe to you: If euer teares did pierce a tender minde, Be pittifull, let me some fauour finde. Be not you so mad sir, to beleeue hir teares, Go to, I see thou art an enuious man, Good misteris Banister kneele not to me, I pray rise vp, you shall haue your desire. Holde officers be gone, theres for your paines, You know you owe to me a thousand pound, Here take my hand, if eare God make you able, And place you in your former state againe, Pay me: but if still your fortune frowne, Vpon my faith Ile neuer aske you crowne: I neuer yet did wrong to men in thrall. For God doth know what to my selfe may fall. This vnexpected fauour vndeserued, Doth make my hart bleed inwardly with ioy, Nere may ought prosper with me is my owne, If I forget this kindnesse you haue showne. My children in their prayers both night and day, For your good fortune and successe shall pray. I thanke you both, I pray goe dinc with me, Within these three dayes, if God giue me leaue, I will to Florence to my natiue home, Bagot holde, theres a Portague to drinke, Although you ill deserued it by your merit, Giue not such cruell scope vnto your hart, Besure the ill you do will be requited, Remember what I say, Bagot farewell, Come Maister Banister, you shall with me, My fare is but simple, but welcome hartily. A plague goe with you, would you had eate your last, Is this the thankes I haue for all my paines, Confusion light vpon you all for me, Where he had wont to giue a score of crownes, Doth he now foyst me with a Portague: Well I will be reuenged vpon this Banister. Ile to his creditors, buie all the debt he owes, As seeming that I do it for good will, I am sure to haue them at an easie rate, And when tis done, in christendome he staies not, But ile make his hart to ake with sorrow, And if that Banister become my debter, By heauen and earth ile make his plague the greater.