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 · 518 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.
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 heany wrath fall on thy head, By whom my hopes and joys are butchered. Alas fond woman, I prithee 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 fair you well sir, I must take my leave. My haste and business doth require so. Before you dine sir? what go you out of town? I faith unless I here 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 seven thousand pounds, The fellow that did steal these jewels is hanged, And did confess that for three hundred pound, He sold them to one Bagor dwelling in London: Now Bagot's fled, and as we here to Antwerp, And hither am I come to seek him out, 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; Lad 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 hard 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 strained 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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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 doe him good I will not bate a penie. This is my comfort though thou doſt 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 whom my hopes and ioyes are butchered. Alas fond woman, I prethee pray 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 friends? They are all well and doe commend them to you, There's letters from your brother and your ſonne: So faire you well ſir, I muſt take my leaue. My haſt and buſineſſe doth require ſo. Before you dine ſir? what goe you out of towne? I faith vnleſſe I here ſome newes in towne, I muſt away, there is no remedy. Maiſter Bowſer what is your buſines, may I know it? You may ſir, and ſo ſhall all the Citie. The King of late hath had his treaſury rob'd, And of the choyſeſt iewels that he had: The value of them was ſeauen thouſand pounds, The fellow that did ſteale theſe iewels is hanged, And did confeſſe that for three hundred pound, He ſould them to one Bagor dwelling in London: Now Bagot's fled, and as we here to Antwarpe, And hether am I come to ſeeke him out, 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 happy time, Here is the villaine Bagot that you ſeeke. And all thoſe iewels haue I in my hands, Officers looke to him, hould him faſt. The diuell ought me a ſhame, and now hath paid it. Is this that Bagot? fellowes beare him hence, We will not now ſtand for his reply; Lade him with Yrons, wee 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 goe 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 wealthy fellow. He was indeed, for when his goods were zeaſed, Of Iewels, coyne, and Plate within his houſe, Was found the value of fiue thouſand pound, His furniture fully worth halfe ſo much, Which being all ſtrainde for the King, He franckly gaue it to the Antwarpe Marchants, And they againe, out of their bounteous minde, Hath to a brother of their company, A man decaid by fortune of the Seas, Giuen Bagots wealth, to ſet him vp againe: And keepe it for him, his name is Baniſter.