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 0.85 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Sir, sir, you speak out of your love, 'tis foolish love sir sure to pity him: Therefore content yourself, this is my mind, To do him good I will not bate a penny, This is my comfort though thou dost no good, A mighty ebb follows a mighty flood. O thou base wretch whom we have fostered, Even as a Serpent for to poison us, If God did ever right a woman's wrong: To that same God I bend and bow my heart, To let his heavy wrath fall on thy head, By whom my hopes and joys are, butchered. Alas fond woman, I pray thee pray thy worst, The Fox fares better still when he is cursed. Master Bowser your welcome sir from England, What's the best news? how doth all our friends? They are all well and do commend them to you, There's letters from your brother and your son: So fare you well sir, I must take my leave, My haste and business doth require such. Before you dine sir, what go you out of town. i'faith unless I hear some news in town, I must away there is no remedy. Master Bowser what is your business, may I know it, You may sir and so shall all the City. The King of late hath had his treasury robbed, And of the choicest jewels that he had: The value of them was some seven thousand pound, The fellow that did steal these jewels, he is hanged, And did confess that for three hundred pound, He sold them to one Bagot dwelling in London: Now Bagot's fled, and as we hear to Antwerp, And hether am I come to seeke him our, And they that first can tell me of his news, Shall have a hundred pound for their reward. How just is God to right the innocent. Master Bowser you come in happy time, Here is the villain Bagot that you seek, And all those jewels have I in my hands, Officers look to him, hold him fast. The devil ought me a shame, and now hath paid it. Is this that Bagot? fellows bear him hence, We will not now stand for his reply; Lade him with Irons, we will have him tried In England where his villainies are known. Mischief, confusion, light upon you all, O hang me, drown me, let me kill myself, Let go my arms let me run quick to hell. Away, bear him away, stop the slaves mouth. Thy works are infinite, great God of heaven. I heard this Bagot was a wealthy fellow. He was indeed, for when his goods were seized, Of jewels, coin, and Plate within his house, Was found the value of five thousand pound, His furniture fully worth half so much, Which being all strainde for, for the King, He frankly gave it to the Antwerp merchants, And they again, out of their bounteous mind, Hath to a brother of their company, A man decayed by fortune of the Seas, Given Bagot's wealth, to set him up again: And keep it for him, his name is Banister.
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Length
521 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, sir, you speake out of your loue, Tis foolish loue sir sure to pittie him: Therefore content your selfe, this is my minde, To do him good I will not bate a penie, This is my comfort though thou doost no good, A mighty ebbe followes a mighty floud. O thou base wretch whom we haue fostered, Euen as a Serpent for to poyson vs, If God did euer right a womans wrong: To that same God I bend and bow my heart, To let his heany wrath fall on thy head, By whome my hopes and ioyes are, butchered. Alas fond woman, I praie thee praie thy worst, The Fox fares better still when he is curst. Maister Bowser your welcome sir from England, Whats the best newes? how doth all our friendes? They are all well and do commend them to you, Theres letters from your brother and your sonne: So falre you well sir, I must take my leaue, My hast and businesse doth require such. Before you dine sir, what go you out of towne. I faith vnlesse I here some newes in towne, I must away there is no remedie. Maister Bowser what is your busines, may I know it, You may sir and so shall all the Cittie. The King of late hath had his treasurie rob'd, And of the choysest iewelles that he had: The value of them was some seauen thousand pound, The fellow that did steale the solewels, he is hanged, And did confesse that for three hundred pound, He sould them to one Bagot dwelling in London: Now Bagots fled, and as we here to Antwarpe, And hether am I come to seeke him our, And they that first can tell me of his newes, Shall haue a hundred pound for their reward. How iust is God to right the innocent. Maister Bowser you come in happie time, Here is the villaine Bagot that you seeke, And all those iewels haue I in my handes, Officers looke to him, hould him fast. The diuell ought me a shame, and now hath paide it. Is this that Bagot? fellowes beare him hence, We will not now stand for his replie; Lade him with Yrons, we will haue him tride In England where his villanies are knowne. Mischiefe, confusion, light vpon you all, O hang me, drowne me, let me kill my selfe, Let go my armes let me run quick to hell. Away, beare him away, stop the slaues mouth. Thy workes are infinite, great God of heauen. I hard this Bagot was a wealthie fellow. He was indeed, for when his goods were zeased, Of Iewels, coine, and Plate within his house, Was found the value of fiue thousand pound, His furniture fullie worth halfe so much, Which being all strainde for, for the King, He francklie gaue it to the Antwarpe marchants, And they againe, out of their bountious minde, Hath to a brother of their companie, A man decaide by fortune of the Seas, Giuen Bagots wealth, to set him vp againe: And keepe it for him, his name is Banister.