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 · 484 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.
No goodman goose, not while my sword doth last, Is this your eloquence for to persuade me. My Lord my eloquence is for to save you, I am not as you judge a Neapolitan: But Cromwell your servant, and an Englishman. How Cromwell, not my Farrier's son? The same sir, and am come to secure you. Yes faith sir, and I am Hodge your poor Smith, Many a time and oft have I shod your Dapper Grace. And what avails it me that thou art here? It may avail if you'll be ruled by me, My Lord you know the men of Mantua; And these Bononians are at deadly strife, And they my Lord, both love and honour you▪ Can you but get out of the Mantua port, Then were you safe despite of all their force. The man thou talkest of things impossible, Dost thou not see that we are round beset: How then is it possible, we should escape? By force we cannot, but by policy, Put on the apparel here that Hodge doth wear, And give him yours: the States they know you not, For as I think they never saw your face, And at a watchword must I call them in, And will desire, that we two safe may pass To Mantua, where I'll say my business lies, How doth your Honour like of this device? O wondrous good: But wilt thou venture Hodge? Will I O noble Lord, I do accord? in any thing I can, And do agree, to set thee free, do fortune what she can. Come then let's change our apparel strait. God Hodge make haste lest they chance to call. I warrant you i'll 〈◊〉 with a 〈◊〉. heavens grant this policy doth take success, And that the Earl may safely scape ●eay. And yet it grieves me for this simple wretch, For fear they should offer him violence. But of two evils 'tis best to shun the greatest, And better is it that he live in thrall, Then such a Noble Earl as he should fall. Their stubborn hearts, it may be will relent: Since he is gone, to whom their hate is bend, My Lord have you dispatched? How dost thou like us Cromwell, is it well? O my Lord excellent: Hodge how dost feel thyself? How do I feel myself? why as a Noble man should do, O how I feel honour come creeping on, My Nobility is wonderful melancholy: Is it not most Gentleman like to be melancholy? Yes Hodge, now go sit down in the study. And take state upon thee. I warrant you my Lord, let me alone to take state upon me: but hark my Lord, do you feel nothing bite about you? No trust me Hodge. I, they know they want their old pasture, 'tis a strange thing of this vermin, they dare not meddle with Nobility.
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No good-man gooſe, not while my ſword doth laſt, Is this your eloquence for to perſwade me. My Lord my eloquence is for to ſaue you, I am not as you iudge a Neopolitan: But Cromwell your ſeruant, and an Engliſhman. How Cromwell, not my Farriers ſonne? The ſame ſir, and am come to ſuccour you. Yes faith ſir, and I am Hodge your poore Smith, Many a time and oft haue I ſhooed your Dapper Gray. And what auailes it me that thou art here? It may auaile if youle be rul'd by me, My Lord you know the men of Mantua; And theſe Bononians are at deadly ſtrife, And they my Lord, both loue and honour you▪ Could you but get out of the Mantua port, Then were you ſafe diſpight of all their force. The man thou talkeſt of things impoſſible, Doſt thou not ſee that we are round beſet: How then is it poſſible, we ſhould eſcape? By force we cannot, but by pollicie, Put on the apparell here that Hodge doth weare, And giue him yours: the States they know you not, For as I thinke they neuer ſaw your face, And at a watch-word muſt I call them in, And will deſire, that we two ſafe may paſſe To Mantua, where Ile ſay my buſineſſe lies, How doth your Honour like of this deuiſe? O wondrous good: But wilt thou venter Hodge? Will I O noble Lord, I doe accord? in any thing I can, And doe agree, to ſet thee free, doe fortune what ſhe can. Come then lets change our apparell ſtraight. God Hodge make haſt leaſt they chance to call. I warrant you ile with a . Heauens graunt this pollicie doth take ſucceſſe, And that the Earle may ſafely ſcape eay. And yet it greeues me for this ſimple wretch, For feare they ſhould offer him violence. But of two euils tis beſt to ſhun the greateſt, And better is it that he liue in thrall, Then ſuch a Noble Earle as he ſhould fall. Their ſtubborne harts, it may be will relent: Since he is gone, to whom their hate is bent, My Lord haue you diſpatched? How dooſt thou like vs Cromwell, is it well? O my Lord excellent: Hodge how dooſt feele thy ſelfe? How do I feele my ſelfe? why as a Noble man ſhould do, O how I feele honor come creeping on, My Nobilitie is wonderfull melancholy: Is it not moſt Gentleman like to be melancholy? Yes Hodge, now goe ſit downe in the ſtudy. And take ſtate vpon thee. I warrant you my Lord, let me alone to take ſtate vpon me: but harke my Lord, doe you feele nothing bite about you? No truſt me Hodge. I, they know they want their old paſture, tis a ſtrange thing of this vermine, they dare not meddle with Nobilitie.