Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
A Diamond, is it a Diamond, or but a counterfeit? Fiddle, my spectacles. 'tis right, I assure you sir. Then 'tis a good conceit: my spectacles. Here sir. Where sir? You cannot see master, but I can. O 'tis good, it is a good conceit: well sir, ten pound, You are content if at three months' end, You bring me not ten pound in English coin, This diamond shall be my proper own. I am sir, shall I receive the money now? ay, here it is, and 'tis a good conceit. Will you go near sir? Fiddle, make him drink. Will you approach cavaliero, if I speak not in season, 'tis because I was never in the salt country, where you sea captains use to march. You are very eloquent sir, i'll follow you. Let me alone then for leading my men. A diamond worth forty for ten pound, If he return not safe from Barbarie, 'tis good, a very good conceit. By your leave master Flower. Welcome good master Berry, I was bold to entreat your company to speak with a friend of mine, It is some trouble, but the conceit is good. No trouble at all sir, shall we be going? With all my heart sir, and as we go, I'll tell you my conceit, come master Berry. Well met my dear bundle of rue, well met. As much to thee my humorous blossom. A plague on thee for a dog, have I found thee? I hate thee not, and yet by this hand I could find in my heart: but sirrah, Crutch, I was encountered. Who became your bail? Ye filthy dog, I was encountered by a wench I say. In a wench's counter! I thought no less: what sirrah didst thou lie in the knight's ward, or on the masters side? Neither, neither i'faith. Where then, in the Hole? By this hand Cripple i'll bombast thee! My crutch you mean for wearing out my clothes. Thy nose dog, thy nose, a plague on thee, I care not for thee, and yet I cannot choose but love thee. Sirrah, Mall Berry was here about work thou hast of hers, hadst thou been here to have heard how I spurred the wench with incantations, thou wouldst have given me the praise for a jester. True master Bowdler, I yield it you, I hold you for the absolut'st jester; O mistake me not, I mean to jest upon, a juggling gull, a profound seeing man of shallow wit, that Europe, na the world I think affords. Well, thou art a Iew sirrah, I'll cut out that venomous tongue of thine one of these days. Do it in time, or I'll crush the heart of thy wit till I have strained forth thy infectious humour to a drop i'faith. Here comes my amorous vessel, i'll board her i'faith: Well encountered Mall, how dost thou wench, how dost thou?
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A Diamond, is it a Diamond, or but a counterfet? Fiddle, my spectacles. Tis right, I assure you sir. Then tis a good conceit: my spectacles. Heere sir. Where sir? You cannot see maister, but I can. O tis good, it is a good conceit: wel sir, tenne pound, You are content if at three months end, You bring me not ten pound in English coine, This diamond shall be my proper owne. I am sir, shall I receiue the money now? I, heere it is, and tis a good conceit. Will you goe neere sir? Fiddle, make him drinke. Will you approch caualiero, if I speake not in season, tis because I was neuer in the salt country, where you sea captaines vse to march. You are very eloquent sir, ile follow you. Let me alone then for leading my men. A diamond worth forty for tenne pound, If he returne not safe from Barbarie, Tis good, a very good conceit. By your leaue maister Flower. Welcome good maister Berry, I was bold to intreat your company to speake with a friend of mine, It is some trouble, but the conceit is good. No trouble at all sir, shall we be going? With all my heart sir, and as we goe, Ile tell you my conceit, come maister Berry. Well met my deere bundle of rew, well met. As much to thee my humorous blossome. A plague on thee for a dog, haue I found thee? I hate thee not, and yet by this hand I could finde in my heart: but sirra, Crutch, I was encountred. Who became your baile? Ye filthy dog, I was encountred by a wench I say. In a wenches counter! I thought no lesse: what sirra didst thou lie in the Knights warde, or on the maisters side? Neither, neither yfaith. Where then, in the Hole? By this hand Cripple ile bombaste thee! My crutch you meane for wearing out my clothes. Thy nose dogge, thy nose, a plague on thee, I care not for thee, and yet I cannot choose but loue thee. Sirra, Mall Berry was heere about woorke thou hast of hers, hadst thou been here to haue heard how I spurrd the wench with incantations, thou wouldst haue giuen me the praise for a jeaster. True maister Bowdler, I yeelde it you, I holde you for the absolutst jeaster; O mis-take me not, I meane to jest vpon, a juggling gull, a profound seeing man of shallow wit, that Europe, na the world I thinke affords. Well, thou art a Iew sirra, Ile cut out that venomous tongue of thine one of these dayes. Doe it in time, or Ile crush the heart of thy wit till I haue straind foorth thy infectious humour to a drop yfaith. Heere comes my amorous vessell, ile boorde her yfaith: Well encountred Mall, how doost thou wench, how doost thou?