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 · 457 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.
I they're up, God send some to read them, And not only to read them, but also to look on us: And not altogether to look on us, But to relieve us, O cold, cold, cold. What's here? two Englishmen robbed by the Bandetto, One of them seems to be a gentleman: 'tis pity that his fortune was so hard, To fall into the desperate hands of thieves, I'll question him of what estate he is, God save you sir, are you an Englishman? I am sir a distressed Englishman. And what are you my friend. Who I sir, by my troth I do not know myself what I am now, but sir, I was a Smith sir, a poor Farrier of Putney, that's my Master sir yonder, I was rob for his sake sir. I see you have been met by the Bandetto, And therefore need not ask how you came thus: But Friskiball, why dost thou question them Of their estate and not relieve their need? Sir, the coin I have about me is not much: There's sixteen Ducats for to clothe yourselves, There's sixteen more to buy your diet with, And there's sixteen to pay for your horse hire: 'tis all the wealth you see my purse possesses, But if you please for to inquire me out, You shall not want for aught that I can do, My name is Friskiball, a Florence Merchant, A man that always loved your nation. This unexpected favour at your hands, Which God doth know, if ever I shall requite it, Necessity makes me to take your bounty, And for your gold can yield you nought but thanks, Your charity hath helped me from despair. Your name shall still be in my hearty prayer. It is not worth such thanks come to my house, Your want shall better be relieved then thus. I pray excuse me, this shall well suffice, To bear my charges to Bononia, Whereas a noble Earl is much distressed: An Englishman, Russell the Earl of Bedford Is by the French King sold unto his death, It may fall out, that I may do him good: To save his life, I'll hazard my heart blood: Therefore kind sir, thanks for your liberal gift, I must be gone to aid him there's no shift. I'll be no hinderer to so good an act, Heaven prosper you, in that you go about: If Fortune bring you this way back again, Pray let me see you: so I take my leave▪ All good a man can wish, I do bequeath. All good that God doth send, light on your head, There's few such men within our climate bred. How say you now Hodge, is not this good fortune?
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I they're vp, God ſend ſome to reade them, And not onely to reade them, but alſo to looke on vs: And not altogether to looke on vs, But to releeue vs, O colde, colde, colde. Whats here? two Engliſhmen rob'd by the Bandetto, One of them ſeemes to be a gentleman: Tis pittie that his fortune was ſo hard, To fall into the deſperate hands of theeues, Ile queſtion him of what eſtate he is, God ſaue you ſir, are you an Engliſhman? I am ſir a diſtreſſed Engliſhman. And what are you my friend. Who I ſir, by my troth I doe not know my ſelfe what I am now, but ſir, I was a Smith ſir, a poore Farrier of Putney, thats my Maiſter ſir yonder, I was robbed for his ſake ſir. I ſee you haue beene met by the Bandetto, And therefore neede not aske how you came thus: But Friskiball, why dooſt thou queſtion them Of their eſtate and not releeue their neede? Sir, the coyne I haue about me is not much: There's ſixteene Duckets for to cloath your ſelues, There's ſixteene more to buy your diet with, And there's ſixteene to pay for your horſe hier: Tis all the wealth you ſee my purſe poſſeſſes, But if you pleaſe for to enquire me out, You ſhall not want for ought that I can doe, My name is Friskiball, a Florence Marchant, A man that alwayes loued your nation. This vnexpected fauour at your hands, Which God doth know, if euer I ſhall requie it, Neceſſitie makes me to take your bountie, And for your gold can yeeld you naught but thankes, Your charitie hath helpt me from diſpaire. Your name ſhall ſtill be in my harty prayer. It is not worth ſuch thankes come to my houſe, Your want ſhall better be releeu'd then thus. I pray excuſe me, this ſhall well ſuffice, To beare my charges to Bononia, Whereas a noble Earle is much diſtreſſed: An Engliſhman, Ruſſel the Earle of Bedford Is by the French King ſolde vnto his death, It may fall out, that I may doe him good: To ſaue his life, Ile hazard my hart blood: Therefore kinde ſir, thankes for your liberall gift, I muſt be gone to aide him there's no ſhift. Ile be no hinderer to ſo good an act, Heauen proſper you, in that you goe about: If Fortune bring you this way backe againe, Pray let me ſee you: ſo I take my leave▪ All good a man can wiſh, I doe bequeath. All good that God doth ſend, light on your head, There's few ſuch men within our climate bred. How ſay you now Hodge, is not this good fortune?