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The Contention between Liberality and Prodigality · chunk 6 of 19

Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 [Feb 22] (Annals)
moral · Children of the Chapel (second) · before the Court
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 542 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Well, since che see there is none other boot, Chill now take pains to go the rest afoot: For Brocke mine Ass is saddle-pinched full sore, And so am I, even here: Chill say no more. But yet I must my business well apply, For which ich came, that is, to get money. Chos told that this is Lady vortune's place: Chill go boldly to her, that's a ulat case; Vor if che speed not now at this first glance, Ch'm zure to be dashed quite out of countenance By certain lusty gallon lads hereby, Seeking vortune's favour as well as I. Oh knew I where to find Mast vanity, vortune's servant. Of mine honesty, Look where he comes in time as fine and trim, As if che held him all this while by the chin. 'tis he in deed: what say you to him? Marry sir, cham now come for money. For money man? what, still so hastily? Yoo by gisse, sir, 'tis high time che vore ye, Cham averd another will hait afore me. Why so? who is it thou fearest? tell me. Marry sir, they call him Mast Prodigality. Prodigality, is it true? young, wasteful, roisting Prodigality, To encounter old, sparing, covetous niggard, Tenacity! Sure such a match as needs must yield us sport: Therefore until the time that Prodigality resort, I'll entertain this crust, with some device. Well, father, to be sped of money with a trice, What will you give me? Cha vore thee, son, do rid me quickly hence, Chill give thee a vaire piece of threehalpence. Indeed? Here's my hand. Now, sir, in sooth you offer so bountifully, As needs you must be used accordingly. But tell me, know you him that cometh here? Cocks 〈◊〉, 'tis Prodigality, 'tis he I did fear. Ch'm afraid che may go whistle now for money. Tush man, be of good cheer, I warrant thee, He speedeth best, that best rewardeth me. Sir, Now your reckoning is made even, i'll trust no more. No. No, sure. Set cock on hoop then: by some means, good or bad, There is no remedy but money must be had. By the body of an Ox, behold here this Ass, Will be my familiar, wheresoever I pass. Why, goodman Croust, tell me, is there no nay, But where I go, you must forestall my way? By gog's flesh and his flounders, sir, che hope the queen's highway is free for every man, for thee as me, for me as thee, for poor Tenacity, as for proud Prodigality; Chill go in the queen's peace about my business. This way? Yea. To whom? To Vortune my mistress. Wherefore? That's no matter to you. No matter, sir? but by your Croustship, ere you go, 'tis a plain case, Prodigality will know: And therefore be round, come of, and tell me quickly. And thou'dst so vain know, che go for money. Out upon thee, villain, traitor, thief, pickpurse, Thou penurious knave, caterpillar, and what's worse? Hast thou heard me say, that for money I went, And couldst thou creep so closely my purpose to prevent? By the life I live, thou shalt die the death. Where shall I first begin? above or beneath? Say thy prayers, slave.
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PlayThe Contention between Liberality and Prodigality
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1601 [Feb 22]
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Chapel (second)
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 433 · TCP A19182 · DEEP 334
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 326–393 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 19 in this edition
Length542 words · 797 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.695
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well, since che see there is none other boote, Chill now take paines to goe the rest afoote: For Brocke mine Asse is saddle-pincht vull sore, And so am I, euen here: chill say no more. But yet I must my businesse well apply, For which ich came, that is, to get mony. Chos told that this is Lady Vortunes place: Chil goe boldly to her, that's a vlat case; Vor if che speed not now at this first glaunce, Cham zure to be dasht quite our of countenance By certaine lustie gallone lads hereby, Seeking Vortunes fauour as well as I. Oh knew I where to finde Mast Fanity, Vortunes seruant. Of mine honesty, Looke where he comes in time as fine and trim, As if che held him all this while by the chin. Tis he in deed: what say you to him? Marry sir, cham now come for mony. For mony man? what, still so hastily? Yoo by gisse, sir, tis high time che vore ye, Cham averd another will ha'te afore me. Why so? who is it thou fearest? tell me. Marry sir, they call him Mast Prodigality. Prodigality, is it true? yong, wastfull, roysting Prodigality, To encounter old, sparing, couetous niggard, Tenacity! Sure such a match as needs must yeeld vs sport: Therefore vntill the time that Prodigalitie resort, Ile entertaine this Croust, with some deuice. Well, father, to be sped of money with a trice, What will you giue me? Cha vore thee, sonne, do rid me quickly hence, Chill giue thee a vaire peece of threehalpence. Indeed? Here's my hand. Now, sir, in sooth you offer so bountifully, As needs you must be vs'd accordingly. But tell me, know you him that commeth here? Cocks , tis Prodigality, tis he I did feare. Cham afraid che may goe whistle now for money. Tush man, be of good cheare, I warrant thee, He speedeth best, that best rewardeth me. Sir, Now your reckoning is made euen, ile trust no more. No. No, sure. Set cock on hoope then: by some meanes, good or bad, There is no remedie but money must be had. By the body of an Oxe, behold here this Asse, Will be my familiar, wheresoeuer I passe. Why, goodman Croust, tell me, is there no nay, But where I goe, you must forestall my way? By gogs flesh and his flounders, sir, che hope the Queenes highway is free for euery man, for thee as me, for me as thee, for poore Tenacity, as for proud Prodigality; chill go in the Queenes peace about my businesse. This way? Yea. To whom? To Vortune my mustrisse. Wherefore? That's no matter to you. No matter, sir? but by your Croustship, ere you goe, Tis a plaine case, Prodigality will know: And therefore be round, come of, and tell me quickly. And thou'dst so vaine know, chogoe for money. Out vpon thee, villaine, traitour, theefe, pickpurse, Thou penurious knaue, caterpiller, and what's worse? Hast thou heard me say, that for money I went, And couldst thou creep so closely my purpose to preuent? By the life I liue, thou shalt die the death. Where shall I first begin? aboue or beneath? Say thy prayers, .