S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 527 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.
Body of me Tom make haste, lest some body 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: Ho 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 Friskiball, 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. Good 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 strait, 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 own 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 goe? 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 Friskiball, a liberall Marchant, and a Florentine, To whom Baniſter owes a thouſand pound, A Marchant Banckrout, whoſe Father was my Maiſter, What doe 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 doing this ſame good to him vnknowne: And in good time, ſee where the Marchant comes. Good morrow to kinde Maiſter Friskiball. God morrow to your ſelfe good maiſter Bagot, And whats the newes you are ſo earely 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 doe thinke he ſhames to ſee his friends. Why then aſſure your ſelfe 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 hee's 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 maſter Friskiball, pity my husbands caſe Hee 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. Miſtris Baniſter, I enuie not your husband, Nor willingly would I haue vſed him thus: But that I heare hee is ſo lewdely giuen, Haunts wicked company, and hath inough To pay his debts, yet will not be knowne thereof.