Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Try all their golden baits, stay never run, They can do no more wrong than they have done. What ails my Grissel? comfort my child. I'll fetch Rosa solis. Poor soul her grief burns inward, yet her tongue Is loath to give it freedom: I do wrong, Oh Grissel I do wrong thee and, lament, That for my sake thou feel'st this languishment. I came to try a servant and a wife, Both have I proved true, that purse of gold I brought, And let if fall of purpose to relieve her, Well may I give her gold that so much grieve her, As I came in by stealth, so I'll away, joy has a tongue, but knows not what to say. So father I am well, I am well indeed, I should do wondrous ill, should I repine, At my babe's loss for they are none of mine. I am glad thou tak'st this wound so patiently. Whoop whether is my brother basketmaker gone: ha let me see, I smell a rat, sneaked hence and never take leave, either he's a crafty knave, or else he dogs Furio to bite him, for when a quarrel enters into a trade it serves seven years before it be free. Let him be whom he will, he seemed our friend, Grissel lay up this gold 'tis Furio's sure, Or it may be thy Lord did give it him, To let it fall for thee, but keep it safe, If he disdain to love thee as a wife, His gold shall not buy food to nourish thee, Grissel come in, time swiftly runs away, The greatest sorrow hath an ending day. Rees, lay her table, and set out her fittailes, and preades, and wines, and ale, and pear, and salt for her guess. Yes forsooth my Lady but what shall I do with all yonder beggars? Send out the peggers into her Lady, go. How? the beggars in, we shall have a lousy feast madam. You rascals prate no more, but fetch them in: shall pridle Sir Owen a good teale well enough, is warrant her. Sir Owen is gone to bid her cozen marquis and a meinie to dine at her house, but Gwenthyan shall kive her dinner I warrant her, for peggers shall have all her meat. Come my hearts, troup, troup, every man follow his leader, here's my Lady. God bless your Ladyship, God bless your Ladyship. I thang you my good peggers, Rees pring stools, sid awl down, Rees pring more meat. Here madam, I'll set it on, take't off who will. Let us alone for that, my Lady shall we scramble or eat mannerly? Peggers I hobe have no manners, but first hear me pray you now, and then fall to out a cry. Peace hear my Lady, Iacke-mumble-crust steal no penny loaves. Peggers, awl you know Sir Owen? Passing well, passing well, God bless his worship. madam, we know him as well as a beggar knows his dish.
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Try all their golden baites, stay neuer run, They can doe no more wrong then they haue done. What ayles my Grissill? comfort my childe. Ile fetch Rosa solis. Poore soule her griefe burnes inward, yet her tung Is loath to giue it freedome: I doe wrong, Oh Grissill I doe wrong thee and, lament, That for my sake thou feel'st this languishment. I came to try a seruant and a wife, Both haue I prooued true, that purse of golde I brought, And let if fall of purpose to relieue her, Well may I giue her golde that so much grieue her, As I came in by stealth, so Ile away, Ioy has a tongue, but knowes not what to say. So father I am well, I am well indeed, I should doe wondrous ill, should I repine, At my babes losse for they are none of mine. I am glad thou tak'st this wound so patiently. Whoope whether is my brother basket-maker gone: ha let me see, I smell a rat, sneakt hence and neuer take leaue, eyther hee's a craftie knaue, or else hee dogs Furio to byte him, for when a quarrell enters into a trade it serues seauen yeares before it be free. Let him be whome he will, he seem'd our friend, Grissill lay vp this golde tis Furioes sure, Or it may be thy Lord did giue it him, To let it fall for thee, but keep it safe, If he disdaine to loue thee as a wife, His golde shall not buy foode to nourish thee, Grissill come in, time swiftly runs away, The greatest sorrow hath an ending day. Rees, lay her table, and set out her fittailes, and preades, and wines, and ale, and peare, and salt for her guesse. Yes forsooth my Lady but what shal I do with all yonder beggers? Send out the peggers into her Lady, goe. How? the beggers in, wee shall haue a louzie feast Madame. You rascals prate no more, but fetch them in: shall pridle Sir Owen a good teale well enough, is warrant her. Sir Owen is gone to bid her cozen Marquesse and a meiny to dyne at her house, but Gwenthyan shall kiue her dinner I warrant her, for peggers shall haue all her meate. Come my hearts, troope, troope, euery man follow his leader, heere's my Lady. God blesse your Ladiship, God blesse your Ladiship. I thang you my good peggers, Rees pring stooles, sid awl downe, Rees pring more meate. Heere Madame, Ile set it on, tak't off who will. Let vs alone for that, my Lady shall we scramble or eate mannerly? Peggers I hobe haue no manners, but first heare me pray you now, and then fall to out a crie. Peace heare my Lady, Iacke-mumble-crust steale no penny loaues. Peggers, awl you know Sir Owen? Passing well, passing well, God blesse his worship. Madame, we know him as well as a begger knowes his dish.