Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why so, this is as it should be, being poor, Thus art thou served by a vile painted whore. Well, since thy damned crew do so abuse thee, I'll try of honest men, how they will use me. Sir I beseech you to take compassion of a man, One whose Fortunes have been better than at this instant they seem to be': but if I might crave of you so much little portion, as would bring me to my friends, I should rest thankful, until I had requited so great a courtesy. Fie, fie, young man, this course is very bad, Too many such have we about this City, Yet for I have not seen you in this sort, Nor noted you to be a common beggar: Hold there's an Angel, to bear your charges, Down, go to your friends, do not on this depend, Such bad beginnings oft have worser ends. Worse ends: nay, if it fall out No worse than in old angels I care not, Nay now I have had such a fortunate beginning, I'll not let a: sixpenny-purse escape me, By the Mass, here comes another. God bless you fair Mistress. Now would it please you gentlewoman to look into the wants of a poor Gentleman, a younger brother, I doubt not but God will treble restore it back again, one that never before this time demanded penny, halfpenny, nor farthing. Wife. Stay Alexander, now by my troth a very proper man, and tis great pittie: hold my friend, theres all the monie I haue about me, a couple of shillings, and God blesse thee. Now God thank you sweet Lady: if you have any friend, or Garden-house, where you may employ a poor gentleman as your friend, I am yours to command in all secret service. I thank you good friend, I prithee let me see that again, I gave thee, there is one of them a brass shilling, give me them, and here is half a crown in gold. He gives it her. Now out upon thee Rascal, secret service: what dost thou make of me? it were a good deed to have thee whipped: now I have my money again, i'll see thee hanged before I give thee a penny: secret service: on good Alexander. This is villainous luck, I perceive dishonesty Will not thrive: here comes more. God forgive me, Sir Arthur, and M. Oliver, afore God, I'll speak to them, God save you Sir Arthur: God save you M. Oliver. Been you there zyrrah, come will you ytaken yourself To your tools, Coistrel? Nay, M. Oliver, I'll not fight with you, Alas sir you know it was not my doings, It was only a plot to get Sir Lancelot's daughter: By God, I never meant you harm. And whore is the Gentlewoman thy wife, mesel? Whore is she, Sirrah, ha? By my troth M. Oliver, sick, very sick; And God is my judge, I know not what means to make for her, good Gentlewoman.
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Why so, this is as it should be, being poore, Thus art thou sered by a vile painted whoore. Well, since thy damned crew doe so abuse thee, Ile try of honest men, how they will vse . Sir I beseech you to take compassion of a man, One whose Fortunes haue beene better then at this instant they seeme to bee': but if I might craue of you so much little portion, as would bring mee to my friends, I should rest thankfull, vtill I had requited so great a . Fie, fie, yong man, this course is very bad, Too many such haue wee about this Cittie, Yet for I haue not seene you in this sort, Nor noted you to be a common begger: Hold theres an Angel, to beare your charges, Downe, goe to your friends, do not on this depend, Such bad beginnings oft haue ends. Worser endes: nay, if it fall out No worse then in old angels I care not, Nay now I haue had such a fortunate beginning, Ile not let a: sixepennie-purse escape me, By the Masse, here comes another. God blesse you faire Mistresse. Now would it please you gentlewoman to looke into the wants of a poore Gentle-man, a yonger brother, I doubt not but God will treble restore it backe againe, one that neuer before this time demanded pennie, , nor farthing. Wife. Stay Alexander, now by my troth a very proper man, and tis great pittie: hold my friend, theres all the monie I haue about me, a couple of shillings, and God blesse thee. Now God thanke you sweete Lady: if you haue any friend, or Garden-house, where you may imploy a poore gentleman as your friend, I am yours to command in all secret seruice. I thanke you good friend, I prethy let me see that againe, I gaue thee, there is one of them a brasse shilling, giue me them, and here is halfe a crowne in gold. He giues it her. Nowe out vpon thee Rascall, secret seruice: what doest thou make of mee? it were a good deede to haue thee whipt: now I haue my money againe, ile see thee hanged before I giue thee a pennie: secret seruice: on good Alexander. This is vill lucke, I perceiue Will not thriue: here comes more. God forgiue mee, Sir Arthur, and M. Oliuer, afore God, Ile speake to them, God saue you Sir Arthur▪ God saue you M. Oliuer. Byn you there , come will you ytaken your selfe To your tooles, ? Nay, M. , Ile not fight with you, Alas sir you know it was not my dooings, It was onely a plot to daughter: By God, I neuer meant you . And whore is the Gentle-woman thy wife, Mezell? Whore is shee, , By my troth M. Oliuer, sicke, very sicke; And God is my Iudge, I know not what meanes to make for her, good Gentlewoman.