Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.80 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
What a fair fist the pretty whoreson writes, as if he had had manners and bringing up, a farmer's Son: his Father damns himself to sell musty Corn, while he ventures the Money, 'twill prosper well at Sea no doubt he shall near see't again So, Captain you deliver this as your deed. As my deed, what else sir? The ugliest deed that ere mine eye did witness So my Lord, you have her, clip her, enjoy her, she's your own, and let me be proud to tell you now my Lord, she's as good a soul if a man had a mind to live honest, and keep a wench, the Kindest, sweetest, comfortablest Rogue.— Hark in thine ear, The Baser slave art thou: and so i'll tell her, I love the Pearl, thou sold'st, hate thee the Seller— Go, to Sea, the end of thee— is Lousy. This fine work: a very brave end, hum— Well thought upon, this Scrivener may furnish me Why should this fellow be a Lord by birth? Being by blood a Knave, one that would sell His Lordship if he liked her Ladyship. Yes my Lord. What's here Now? I have employment for a trusty fellow, bold, sure— What if he be a Knave my Lord? There thou comest to me, why he should be so, and men of your quill are not unacquainted. Indeed all our chief living my Lord, is by fools and knaves, we could not keep open shop else: Fools that enter into bonds, and Knaves that bind 'em. Why now we meet. And as my memory happily leads me: I know a fellow of a standing estate, never flowing: I durst convey treason into his bosom, And keep it safe nine years. A goodly Time. And if need were would press to an attempt, And cleave to Desperate action. That Last fits me. Thou hast the measure right, look I hear from thee. With duteous speed. Expect a large reward: I will find time of her to find regard. The end of me is lousy. Oh my Lord! I have strange words to tell you. Stranger yet? i'll choose some other hour to listen to thee, I am yet sick of this, discover quickly. Why, will you make yourself known my Lord I. Who scourgeth sin let him do't dreadfully. Pox of his dissemblance: I will to sn. Nay, you shall to sea, thou wouldst poison the whole land else— why how now Captain? In health. What, drooping? Or a shamed of the sale of thine own wife? You might count me an ass then i'faith. If not asham'd of that, what can you be a shamed of then? prithee ha' done, I am ashamed of nothing. I easily believe that. This Lord sticks in my stomach. How? take one of thy feathers down, and fetch him up. I'd make him come.
nodes 640–688 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 40 in this edition
Length
483 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What a faire fiſt the pretty whorſone writes, as if he had had manners and bringing vp, a farmers Sonne: his Father dam's himſelfe to ſell muſtie Corne, while hee ventures the Money, twill proſper well at Sea no doubt he ſhall nere ſee't agein So, Captaine you deliuer this as your deede. As my deede, what elſe ſir? The ouglyeſt deed that ere mine eye did witnes So my Lord, you haue her, clip her, enioy her, ſhee's your owne, and let me be proud to tell you now my Lord, ſhee's as good a ſoule if a man had a minde to liue honeſt, and keepe a wench, the Kindeſt, ſweeteſt, comfortableſt Rogue.— Harke in thine eare, The Baſer ſlaue art thou: and ſo ile tell her, I loue the Pearle, thou ſoldſt, hate thee the Seller— Goe, to Sea, the end of thee—is Lowſie. This fine worke: a verie braue end, hum— Wel thought vpon, this Scriuener may furniſh me Why ſhould this fellowe be a Lord by birth? Being by bloud a Knaue, one that would ſell His Lordſhip if he likt her Ladyſhip. Yes my Lord. What's here Now? I haue imployment for a truſtie fellow, bould, ſure— What if he be a Knaue my Lord? There thou comſt to me, why he ſhould be ſo, and men of your quill are not vnacquainted. Indeed al our chiefe liuing my Lord, is by fooles and knaues, we could not keepe open ſhop elſe▪ Fooles that enter into bonds, and Knaues that binde e'm. Why now we meete. And as my memorie happily leades me: I know a fellowe of a ſtanding eſtate, neuer flowing: I durſt conuey treaſon into his boſome, And keepe it ſafe nine yeares. A goodly Time. And if neede were would preſſe to an attempt, And cleaue to Deſperate action. That Laſt fits mee. Thou haſt the meaſure right, looke I heare from thee. With duteous ſpeede. Expect a large reward: I will finde time of her to finde regard. The end of me is lowzie. Oh my Lord! I haue ſtrange wordes to tell you. Stranger yet? ile chuſe ſome other hower to liſten to thee, I am yet ſicke of this, diſcouer quickly. Why, wil you make yourſelfe knowne my Lord I. Who ſcourgeth ſinne let him doo't dreadfully. Pox of his diſſemblance: I will to ſn. Nay, you ſhall to ſea, thou wouldſt poyſon the whole land elſe—why how now Captaine? In health. What, drooping? Or a ſhamde of the ſale of thine owne wife? You might count me an aſſe then yfaith. If not a ſham'd of that, what can you be a ſhamd ofthen? Prethe ha done, I am aſham'd of nothing. I eaſily beleeue that. This Lord ſtickes in my ſtomacke. How? take one of thy fethers downe, and fetch him vp. Ide make him come.