2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 6 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Bones a me knave, Ten pounds in a morning: here's the fruit Of Dagger Pies, and alehouse-guzzlings: Make even your Reckonings, or God's mother knaves, You shall all smart for't. Hark you fellow Goodman, Who took the ten pound of the country Chapman. That told my master the new fashions? Fore God not I. Nor I. Bones a me, knaves, I have paid soundly for my Country news: What was his name? Now afore God, I know not. I never saw him in the shop till now. Now bones a me, what careless Knaves keep I, Give me the book, what habit did he were? As I remember me, a tawny coat. Art sure: then set him down Iohn Tawnycoat. Ten pound in trust unto Iohn Tawnycoat. Bones a God man, these knaves will beggar me. by’r lady sir, ten pounds is too much to lose, But ten times ten pound cannot shake your credit. Thank God for all: when I came first to town, It would have shook me shrewdly: but M. Gresham. How stands your difference with Sir Thomas Ramsey? Are you made friends yet? He is so obstinate, That neither juries, nor Commissions, Nor the entreaties of his nearest friends, Can stoop him unto composition. 'tis passing strange: were Hobson in your coat, Ere i'd consume a penny amongst Lawyers, I'd giv't poor people, bones a me I would. A good resolve: but sit Thomas Ramsey's mind Is of another temper, and ere Gresham Will give away a tittle of his right, The Law shall beggar me. Bones a me, man, 'twill do that quickly. To prevent which course, The Lady Ramsey hath by earnest suit, Procured the reverent Preacher Doctor Nowell, A man well reckoned for his grave respect. To compromise and end our difference, The place the Lombard, ten of clock the hour Appointed for the hearing of our cause. Shall I request your friendly company, With all my heart, both company and purse: Bones a me, knaves, look better to my shop: Men of our trade must wear good husbands eyes, 'mongst many Chapmen there are few that buys. My leisure now your business attends, Time's won not lost, that's spent to make men friends. Good Master Doctor Nowell, let your love Now show itself unto me: such as they, Men of the chiefest note within this City To be at such a jar, doth make me blush Whom it doth scarce concern: you are a good man, Take you the course in hand and make them friends, 'twill be a good days work, if so it end. My Lady Ramsey, I have heard ere this Of their contentions, their long suit in Law, How by good friends they have been persuaded both, Yet both but deaf to fair persuasion: What good will my word do with headstrong men? Breath blown against the wind, returns again.
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Bones a me knaue, Ten pounds in a morning: heer's the fruit Of Dagger Pyes, and Alehouse-guslings: Make euen your Reckonings, or Gods mother knaues, You shall all smart for't. Harke you fellow Goodman, Who tooke the ten pound of the countrie Chapman. That told my master the newe fashions? Fore God not I. Nor I. Bones a me, knaues, I haue pa'yd soundly for my Countrey newes: What was his name? Now afore God, I know not. I neuer saw him in the shoppe till now. Now bones a me, what carlesse Knaues keepe I, Giue me the booke, what habite did he were? As I remember me, a tawnie coate. Art sure: then set him downe Iohn Tawnie-coate. Ten pound in trust vnto Iohn Tawnie-coate. Bones a God man, these knaues will begger me. Birladie sir, ten pounds is too much to loose, But ten times ten pound cannot shake your credite. Thanke God for all: when I came first to towne, It would haue shooke me shrewdly: but M. Gresham. How stands your difference with Sir Thomas Ramsey? Are you made friends yet? He is so obstinate, That neither Iuries, nor Commissions, Nor the intreaties of his neerest friends, Can stoope him vnto composition. Tis passing strange: were Hobson in your coate, Ere i'de consume a pennie amongst Lawyers, Ide giu't poore people, bones a me I wold. A good resolue: but sit Thomas Ramsies mind Is of another temper, and ere Gresham VVill giue away a tittle of his right, The Law shall begger me. Bones a me, man, twill doe that quickly. To preuent which course, The Lady Ramsey hath by earnest sute, Procur'd the reuerent Preacher Doctour Nowell, A man well reckoned for his graue respect. To comprimise and ende our difference, The place the Lombard, ten of clocke the houre Appointed for the hearing of our cause. Shall I request your friendly companie, VVith all my heart, both companie and purse: Bones a me, knaues, looke better to my shoppe: Men of our trade must weare good husbands eyes, Mongst many Chap-men there are fewe that buyes. My leysure now your businesse attends, Time's wonne not lost, that's spent to make men friends. Good Master Doctor Nowell, let your loue Now shew it selfe vnto me: such as they, Men of the chiefest note within this Citie To be at such a iarre, doth make mee blush Whom it doth scarse concerne: you are a good man, Take you the course in hand and make them friends, Twill be a good dayes worke, if so it end. My Lady Ramsie, I haue heard ere this Of their contentions, their long suite in Lawe, How by good friends they haue beene perswaded both, Yet both but deafe to fayre perswasion: What good will my word doe with headstrong men? Breath blowne against the winde, retures againe.