Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Tell me true, is she sick? tell me true itch vise thee? Yes faith, I tell you true: M. Oliver, if you would do me the small kindness, but to lend me forty shillings: So God help me I will pay you so soon as my ability shall make me able, as I am a gentleman. Well thou zaist thy wife is zick: hold, there's vorty shillings, gived it to thy wife, look thou give it her, or I shall zo veze thee, thou wert not so vezed this zeven year, look too it. i'faith M. Oliver, it is in vain To give to him that never thinks of her. Well, would che could yuind it. I tell you true, sir Arthur, as I am a gentleman. Well fare you well zyrrah: come sir Arthur. By the Lord this is excellent. Five golden Angels compassed in an hour, If this trade hold, i'll never seek a new. Welcome sweet gold: and beggary adieu. See Kester if you can find the house. whose's here, my Uncle, and my man Kester? By the mass 'tis they. How do you Uncle, how dost thou Kester? By my troth Uncle, you must needs lend Me some money, the poor gentlewoman My wife, so God help me, is very sick, I was robbed of the hundred angels You gave me, they are gone. I they are gone indeed, come Kester away. Nay Uncle, do you hear? good Uncle. Out hypocrite, I will not hear thee speak, Come leave him Kester. Kester, honest Kester. Sir, I have thought to say to you, Open the door to my kin, thou hadst best Locked fast, for there's a false knave without. you are an old lying Rascal, So you are. Vat is de matter, Vat be you younker? By this light a Dutch Froe, they say they are called Kind, by this light i'll try her. Vat been you younker, why do you not speak? By my troth sweet heart, a poor gentleman that would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the bounty of your purse. O here God, so young an armine. Armine sweetheart, I know not what you mean by that, but I am almost a beggar. Are you not a married man, vere been your wife? Here is all I have, take dis. What gold young Froe? this is brave. If he have any grace, he'll now repent. Why speak you not, were be your Dead, dead, she's dead, 'tis she hath undone me, Spent me all I had, and kept rascals under mine nose to brave me. Did you use her vell? Use her, there's never a gentlewoman in England could be better vsed then I did her. I could but Coach her, her diet stood me in forty pound a month, but she is dead and in her grave, my cares are buried. Indeed dat vas not soone. He is turned more devil than he was before.
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Tell me true, is she sicke? tell me true ich ise thee? Yes faith, I tell you : M. , if you would doe mee the small kindnesse, but to lend me fortie shillings: So God helpe me I will pay you o as my abilitie shall make me able, as I a gentleman. Well thou zaist thy wife is zicke: hold, thers shillings, giued it to thy wife, looke gie it her, or I shall zo veze thee, thou wert not so vezed this zeuen yeare, looke too it. Y faith M. Oliuer, it is in vaine To giue to that thinkes of her▪ Well, would che could ▪ I tell you true, sir Arthur, as I am a gentleman. Well fare you well : come Arthur. By the Lord this is . Fiue golden Angels compast in an houre, If this trade hold, ile neuer a new. Welcome sweet gold: and beggery adue. See Kester if you can find the house. Whose here, my Vnckle, and my man Kester? By the masse tis they. How doe you Vnckle, how dost thou Kester? By my troath Vnckle, you must nedes lend Me some mony, the poore gentlewoman My wife, so God helpe me, is verie sicke, I was robde of the hundred angels You gaue me, they are gone. I they are gone indeed, come Kester away. Nay Vnckle, do you heare? good Vnckle. Out hypocrite, I will not heare thee speake, Come leaue him Kester. Kester, honest Kester. Syr, I hae to say to you, Open the doore to my kin, thou hadst best Lockt fast, sor theres a false knaue without. you are an old lying Rascall, So you are. Vat is de matter, Vat be you yonker? By this light a Dutch Froe, they say they are calde Kind, by this light ile try her. Vat bin you yonker, why doe you not speake? By my troath sweet heart, a poore gentleman that would desire of you, if it stand with your liking, the bountie of your purse. O here God, so young an armine. Armine sweet-heart, I know not what you meane by that, but I am almost a begger. Are you not a married man, vere bin your vife? Here is all I haue, take dis. What gold young Froe? this is braue. If he haue any grace, heele now repent▪ Why speake you not, were be yor ? Dead, dead, shees dead, tis she hath vndone me, Spent me all I had, and kept mine nose to braue me. Did you vse her vell? Vse her, theres neuer a gentlewoman in England could be better ved then , I ould but Coatch her, her diet stood me pound a moneth, but shee is dead and in her graue, my cares are buried. Indeed dat vas not scone. He is turned more diuell then he was before.