S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.83 · 494 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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 Trencherfed, 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 Broken hand. Which had we money to defray our debts 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 own 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 own 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 fares 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 crownes Doth he now foist me with a Portague: Well, I will be revenged upon this Banister. I'll to his Creditors, buy all the debts he owes, As seeming that I do it for goodwill, I am sure to have them at an easy rate; And when 'tis done, in Christendom he stays not, But i'll make his hate t'ake with sorrow, And if that Banister become my debtor By heaven and earth i'll make his plague the greater.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 183–241 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 28 in this edition
Length
494 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.828 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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 Trencherfed, 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 feede our little Babes, Moſt of our Plate is in that Broken hand. Which had we mony to defray our debts O thinke wee 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 miſtris Baniſter kneele not to me, I pray riſe vp, you ſhall haue your deſire. Holde officers; be gone, ther's 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 dine 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, Be ſure the ill you doe will be requited, Remember what I ſay, Bagot farewell. Come Maiſter Baniſter, you ſhall with me, My fare's 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 crown Doth he now foyſt me with a Portague: Well, I will be reuenged vpon this Baniſter. Ile to his Creditors, buy all the debts he owes, As ſeeming that I doe 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 hate t'ake with ſorrow, And if that Baniſter become my debter By heauen and earth ile make his plague the greater.