A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 19 of 25
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1594-1600] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
The League with Engl. gave us better hope. Talk nor of league nor England, nothing sound In our wars music, that can please the sense; Unless it have the cheerful sound of gold. What's he? examine him: if he bring gold, Free passage have he; but if empty be The hollows of his hands; or cannot point By Demonstration, or express by speech, Where it is fled, in this tempestuous storm, That we by hugging it, may banish fear, And burnish her pale cheeks with firmer red, Let him have that belongs, the torturing Cord. Excuse my want, that have already paid To Sancto Danila, five hundred dollars. Why not as much to me? I have it not, Alas (my Lord) consider of my state, I am but Factor for another man; Yet of those goods committed to my charge, Have I made bold (so much as I have said) To free my life from further prejudice. How art thou free, when Alva is not fee'd? I hope (my Lord) one ransom will suffice, For one poor life. That ransom let me see. 'tis paid (my Lord) to Sancto Danila. That which he hath is his, and none of mine, unless thou canst transform us, and of two Make but one person: go to, trifle not, But show me how I may be satisfied, Or bide the peril that ensues thereon. More satisfaction than I have (my Lord) I cannot give, howe'er you torture me. That will we try, if rope and Gibbet hold, Let him endure the punishment, he needs Will wilfully impose upon himself. Oh that you would at once with ruthless steel, Carve up my breast, and let my blood suffice, To quench your thirst for that I cannot give. So, let him down, stand off and give him air, Speak now, and tell us where thy coin is hid? Will ye believe me if I speak the truth? So it be truth which thou intends to speak. As I do hope this troubled soul of mine, Which now is ready to forsake this flesh, Shall find a resting place with my redeemer: The coin you seek, and all the coin I have, Lies in the Coffers of proud Danila. Lie there and pine then, for deluding me. Here comes another; many strokes (at last) Cut down the strongest Oak, much more, the tree Hath but a few years growth, and that by storms, And often whirlwinds shaken and decayed. Hast thou been lately fallen into the hands Of such as have had rifling of thy purse? I have good Sir. What art, a Citizen? even what ye will, a miserable man. It seems, I come too late to profit by thee? You may imagine by my sick faint speech, And by my faltering limbs distract and severed, Whether I have been tortured, yea or no. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadst? They did and had it. Nothing then remains?
nodes 1169–1233 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 25 in this edition
Length
496 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
The League with Engl. gaue vs better hope. Talke nor of league nor England, nothing sound In our warres musicke, that can please the sence; Vnlesse it haue the chearefull sound of golde. What's he? examine him: if he bring golde, Free passage haue he; but if emptie be The hollowes of his hands; or cannot point By Demonstration, or expresse by speech, Where it is fled, in this tempestious storme, That we by hugging it, may bannish feare, And burnish her pale cheekes with firmer red, Let him haue that belongs, the torturing Corde. Excuse my want, that haue alreadie paide To Sancto Daila, fiue hundred Dollors. Why not as much to me? I haue it not, Alas (my Lord) consider of my state, I am but Factor for another man; Yet of those goods committed to my charge, Haue I made bolde (so much as I haue said) To free my life from further preiudice. How art thou free, when Alua is not fee'd? I hope (my Lord) one ransome will suffice, For one poore life. That ransome let me see. Tis paide (my Lord) to Sancto Daila. That which he hath is his, and none of mine, vnlesse thou canst transforme vs, and of two Make but one person: goe to, trifle no, But shew me how I may be satisfied, Or bide the perrill that ensues thereon. More satisfaction than I haue (my Lord) I cannot giue, how ere you torture me. That will we try, if roape and Gibbet holde, Let him indure the punishment, he needes Will wilfully impose vpon himselfe. Oh that you would at once with ruthles steele, Carue vp my brest, and let my bloud suffice, To quench your thirst for that I cannot giue. So, let him downe, stand off and giue him ayre, Speake now, and tell vs where thy coyne is hid? Will yee beleeue me if I speake the truth? So it be truth which thou intendes to speake. As I doe hope this troubled soule of mine, Which now is ready to forsake this flesh, Shall finde a resting place with my redeeme: The coyne you seeke, and all the coyne I haue, Lyes in the Coffers of proude Danila. Lye there and pine then, for deluding me. Heere comes another; many strokes (at last) Cut downe the strongest Oake, much more, the tree Hath but a few yeares growth, and that by stormes, And often whirle-windes shaken and decayed. Hast thou bin lately falne into the hands Of such as haue had ryfling of thy purse? I haue good Sir. What art, a Cittizen? Euen what ye will, a miserable man. It seemes, I come too late to profit by thee? You may immagine by my sicke faint speech, And by my faltring limmes distract and seuer'd, Whether I haue bin tortur'd, yea or no. Did they then torture thee for that thou hadst? They did and had it. Nothing then remaines?