Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.71 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
The woman is your learned Counsels wife, The Lawyer Master Bramble: whom would you, Bring out this Even, in honest Neighbourhood To take his leave with you, of me your Gossip. ay, in the mean time, will send this my friend Home to his house, to bring his wife disguised Before his face, into our company: For Love hath made her look for such a wile, To free her from his tyrannous jealousy. And I would take this course before another: In stealing her away to make us sport, And gull his circumspection the more grossly. And I am sure that no man like yourself, Hath credit with him to entice his jealousy, To so long stay abroad, as may give time To her enlargement, in such safe disguise. A pretty, pithy, and most pleasant project! Who would not strain a point of Neighbourhood, For such a point, device? that as the ship Of famous Draco, went about the world, Will wind about the Lawyer, compassing, The world himself, he hath it in his arms: And that's enough, for him, without his wife. A Lawyer is Ambitious, and his head, Can not be praised, nor raised too high, With any Fork, of highest knavery. I'll go fetch her straight. So, so, Now Frank go thou home to his house, Stead of his Lawyers, and bring his wife hither: Who just like to the lawyer's wife, is prisoned, With his stern usurous jealousy; which could never Be over reacht-thus, but with overreaching. And M. Francis, watch you th'instant time To Enter with his Exit: t'willbe rare, Two fine horned Beasts A Camel and a Lawyer! How the old villain joys in villainy? And hark you Gossip, when you have her here, Have your Boat ready, ship her to your Ship With utmost haste, lest Master Bramble stay you, To o'er reach that head that outreacheth all heads? 'tis a trick Rampant; 'tis a very Quiblyn; I hope this harvest, to pitch cart with Lawyers; Their heads will be so forked; This sly touch Will get Apes to invent a number such. Was ever Rascal, honeyed so with poison? He that delights in slavish Avarice. Is apt to joy in every sort of vice. Well, i'll go fetch his wife, whilst he the Lawyers. But stay Frank, let's think how we may disguise her upon this sudden. God's me there's the mischief; but hark you, here's an excellent device; fore God a Rare one: I will carry her a sailors gown and cap and cover her; & a player's beard; And what upon her head? I tell you a sailors Cap: slight God forgive me, what kind of figent memory have you? Nay then, what kind of figent wit hast thou? A sailors cap? how shall she put it off When thou presentest her to our company? Tush man, for that, make her a saucy sailor. Tush tush 'tis no fit sauce for such sweet mutton; I know not what t'advise. Knight, knight a rare device. 'sounds yet again. What stratagem have you now?
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Length
512 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.705 (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 woman is your learned Counſailes wife, The Lawyer Maiſter Bramble: whome would you, Bring out this Euen, in honeſt Neighbour-hood To take his leaue with you, of me your Goſſip. I, in the meane time, will ſend this my friende Home to his houſe, to bring his wife diſguiſ'd Before his face, into our companie: For Loue hath made her looke for ſuch a wile, To free her from his tyranous Ieloſie. And I would take this courſe before another: In ſtealing her away to make vs ſport, And gull his circumſpection the more groſely. And I am ſure that no man like your ſelfe, Hath credite with him to entice his Ieloſie, To ſo long ſtaye abrode, as may giue time To her enlardgment, in ſuch ſafe diſguiſe. A pretie, pithie, and moſt pleaſant proiect! Who would not ſtraine a point of Neigh-bourhood, For ſuch a point, de-vice? that as the ſhippe Of famous Draco, went about the world, Will wind about the Lawyer, compaſſing, The world him ſelfe, he hath it in his armes: And that's enough, for him, without his wife. A Lawyer is Ambitious, and his head, Can not bee praiſ'de, nor raiſ'de too high, With any Forcke, of higheſt knauerye. Ile goe fetche her ſtraight. So, ſo, Now Franke goe thou home to his houſe, Stead of his Lawyers, and bring his wife hether: Who iuſt like to the Lawyers wife, is priſon'd, With his ſterne vſurous Ieloſie; which could neuer Be ouer reacht-thus, but with ouer-reaching. And M. Francis, watch you th'inſtant time To Enter with his Exit: t'wilbe rare, Two fine horn'd Beaſtes A Cammell and a Lawyer! How the olde villaine ioyes in villany? And harke you Goſſip, when you haue her here, Haue your Bote ready, ſhippe her to your Ship With vtmoſt haſte, leſt Maiſter Bramble ſtay you, To o're reach that head that outreacheth all heads? Tis a trick Rampant; Tis a very Quiblyn; I hope this harueſt, to pitch cart with Lawyers; Their heads wil be ſo forked; This ſlie tooche Will get Apes to inuent a number ſuch. Was euer Raſcall, honied ſo with poyſon? He that delights in ſlauiſh Auarice. Is apt to ioy in euery ſort of vice. Wel, ile goe fetch his wife, whilſt he the Lawyers. But ſtay Franck, lets thinke how we may diſguiſe her vpon this ſodaine. Gods me there's the miſchiefe; but harke you, here's an excellent deuice; fore God a Rare one: I will carry her a Saylers gowne and cap and couer her; & a players beard; And what vpon her head? I tell you a Sailers Cap: ſlight God forgiue mee, what kind of ſigentmemorie haue you? Nay then, what kinde of figent wit haſt thou? A Saylers cap? how ſhall ſhe put it off When thou preſentſt her to our companie? Tuſh man, for that, make her a ſawcie ſayler. Tuſh tuſh tis no fit ſawce for ſuch ſweete mutton; I know not what t'aduiſe. Knight, knight a rare deuiſe. Sownes yet againe. What ſtratagem haue you now?