A Larum for London, or The Siege of Antwerp · chunk 23 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 0.81 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
That ever I was borne; Gentlemen believe me, I have no more than what I told you of, Some thousand Gilders in my counting house. You have no more than? Not as I have faith To God, and to the safety of my Country. Then hang him presently. Nay courteous Gentlemen, As you are Spaniards famous for your acts, Let me not die. The rogue would flatter us, sirrah, imagine 'tis too weak a key, To tune our hearts to; when the cries of Babes, null of distressed women and old men, Have not prevailed to qualify our rage: Let us dispatch him. Gentlemen, but hear me. If thou canst tell us where thy treasure's hid, Or else for ever let thy lips be dumb. Alas would ye have me lie? Stay fellow Soldier, I have bethought me of a pretty trick, To sift this butterbox a better way: we'll tie him by the thumbs unto this post, And tickle him until he do confess. Content i'faith, so at the least, suppose We get no money yet we shall have sport. Nay Gentlemen. Sirrah, apply your wits, Or with my sword I'll hack your Filchers off. O that I were inth' bottom of my Seller. Is thy money hid there? speak? No truly sir, But then I hope I should not hang byth' thumbs. He dallies with us, tickle him a good. Oh God, God, what shall I do, sweet gentlemen. Confess then, sirrah. O Lord I shall sound, By these ten ends, I have nor plate nor coin, Your General and Countrymen have all. What have we here, a Burger tied byth' thumbs? It is the Tallow-cake, the Rammish Fat, That would not give a penny to a Soldier, I know him well; now Sir how feel yourself? Oh Gentlemen never so much distressed. Your greasy paunch will not defend you then? Not from these Spaniards, they are devils I think, Nay far more covetous than devils of hell. You cannot satisfy them with a groat, But if I should requite thy wild contempt, Here should I leave thee, that as thy treasure Has been a prey to their devouring lust, So in this dunghill of thy carrion flesh, Their ravenous swords might find a dirty feast, For nought but draff art thou composed of. Nor fit for any thing but to feed worms, Yet thou shalt find a difference twixt my thoughts And the base temper of thy muddy mind: Go live, if thou canst scape their bloody hands, Till want and beggary cut short thy days. I thank you sir; I have (for all their threats) One bag of dollars cast into a well, And that I'll give ye for this friendly succour. Hence tumbril from my sight, when bounty might Have calmed my sharp affliction than thy hand Was fast closed up; but now it is too late, Thou wouldst seem prodigal, away base churl. Let me entreat you sir, to take that sum, My heart repents me much, for what is passed.
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507 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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That euer I was borne; Gentlemen beleeue me, I haue no more than what I tolde you of, Some thousand Gilders in my counting house. You haue no more than? Not as I haue faith To God, and to the safetie of my Country. Then hang him presentlie. Nay curteous Gentlemen, As you are Spaniards famous for your actes, Let me not dye. The roague would flatter vs, Sra, immagine tis too weake a key, To tune our hearts to; when the cryes of Babes, Screekes of distressed women and olde men, Haue not preuail'd to quallifie our rage: Let vs dispatch him. Gentlemen, but heare me. If thou canst tell vs where thy treasure's hid, Or else for euer let thy lips be dumbe. Alas would yee haue me lye? Stay fellow Soldier, I hae bethought me of a prettie tricke, To sift this butter-box a better way: Wee 'll tye him by the thumbes vnto this poast, And tickle him vntill he doe confesse. Contentyfaith, so at the least, suppose We get no money yet we shall haue sport. Nay Gentlemen. Sirra, apply your wits, Or with my swoord Ile hacke your Filchers off. O that I were in'th bottom of my Seller. Is thy money hid there? speake? No truelie sir, But then I hope I should not hang byth thumbes. He dallyes with vs, tickle him a good. Oh God, God, what shall I do, sweet gentlemen. Confesse then, sirra. O Lord I shall sound, By these ten endes, I haue nor plate nor coyne, Your Generall and Countrimen haue all. What we heer, a Burger tyed yth thumbs? It is the Tallow-cake, the Rammish Fat, That would not giue a penny to a Soldier, I know him well; now Sir how feele your selfe▪ Oh Gentlemen neuer so much distrest. Your greazie panch will not defend you then? Not from these Spaniards, they think, Nay farre more couetous than deuils of hell. You cannot satisfie them with a groate, But if I should requite thy vilde contempt, Heere should I leaue thee, that as thy treasure Has bin a pray to their deuouring lust, So in this dung-hill of thy carryon flesh, Their rauenous swoords might finde a dutie feast, For naught but draffe art thou composed of. Nor fit for any thing but to feede wormes, Yet thou shalt finde a difference twixt my thoughts And the base temper of thy muddy minde: Goe liue, if thou canst scape their bloudie hands, Till want and beggerie cut short thy daies. I thanke you sir; I haue (for all their threates) One bag of Dollors cast into a well, And that Ile giue yee for this friendlie succour. Hence tumbrell from my sight, when boūty might Haue calm'd my sharpe affliction then thy hand Was fast closd vp; but now it is too late, Thou wouldst seeme prodigall, away base churle. Let me intreate you sir, to take that summe, My heart repents me much, for what is past.