Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1606] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Observe, take surely note of him, he's fresh and free shift thyself speedily into the shape of gallantry, I'll swell thy purse with angels, keep foot by foot with him, outdare his expenses, flatter, dice, and brothel to him, give him a sweet taste of Sensuality, train him to every wasteful sin, that he may quickly need health, but especially money, ravish him with a dame or two, be his bawd for once, I'll be thine for ever, drink drunk with him, creep into bed to him, kiss him and undo him, my sweet spirit. Let your care dwell in me soon shall it shine, What subtlety is in man, that is not mine. O my most cheerful spirit, go, dispatch, Gentry is the chief fish we Tradesmen catch. What's here? Oh, they are bills for Chambers. Against Saint Andrew's, at a painter's house, there's a fair chamber ready furnished to be let, the house not only endowed with a new fashion forepart, but which is more convenient for a Gentleman, with a very provident backdoor. Why here's virtue still; I like that thing that's necessary, as well as pleasant. What news in yonder paper. Ha? seek you for news, there's for you! Whose 'tis? in the name of the black Angels, Andro Gruill. No, Andro Lethe! Lethe? Has forgot his father's name, poor Walter Gruill that begot him, fed him, and brought him up. Not hither. No; 'twas from his thoughts, he brought him up below. But does he pass for Lethe. 'mongst strange eyes that no more know him, than he knows himself, that's nothing now, for master Andro Lethe, a gentleman of most received parts, forgetfulness, Lust, Impudence, and Falsehood, and one especial Courtly quality; to wit, no wit at all, I am his Rival for Quomodo's daughter, but he knows it not. Has spied us o'er his paper. Oh that's a warning to make our duties ready. Salute him, hang him. Puh, wish his health a while, he'll be laid shortly, let him gorge Venison for a time, our doctors will bring him to dry mutton; seem respective to make his pride swell like a Toad with dew. Master Lethe! Sweet master Lethe. Gentlemen your pardon, I remember you not. Why we supped with you last night sir! Oh cry you mercy, 'tis so long ago, I had quite forgot you, I must be forgiven, Acquaintance, dear society, suits and things, Do so flow to me; that had I not the better memory! 'twould be a wonder I should know myself, Esteem is made of such a dizzy metal; I have received of many gifts o'er night Whom I have forgot ere morning, meeting the men, I wished 'em to remember me again, They do so: then if I forget again, I know what helped before, that will help then, This is my course, for memory I have been told twenty preserves, the best I find is gold; ay truly! are you not knights yet, Gentlemen. Not yet! No, that must be looked into, 'tis your own salt, I have some store of Venison, where shall we devour it, Gentlemen?
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Obſerue, take ſurely note of him, hee's freſh and free ſhift thy ſelfe ſpeedily into the ſhape of gallantrye, Ile ſwell thy purſe with angels, keepe foote by foote with him, out-dare his expences, flatter, dice, and brothell to him, giue him a ſweete taſt of Senſuality, traine him to euery waſtfull ſin, that he may quickly neede health, but eſpecially money, rauiſh him with a dame or twoo, bee his bawde for once, Ile bee thine for euer, drinke drunke with him, creepe into bed to him, kiſſe him and vndoo him, my ſweete ſpirit. Let your care dwell in me ſoone ſhall it ſhine, What ſubtiltie is in man, that is not mine. O my moſt cherefull ſpirit, goe, diſpatch, Gentrye is the cheife fiſh we Tradeſmen catch. What's here? Oh, they are bils for Chambers. Againſt Saint Andrewes, at a Painters houſe, ther's a faire chamber ready furniſht to bee let, the houſe not onely endewed with a newe faſhion forepart, but which is more conuenient for a Gentleman, with a very prouident backe-doore. Why here's vertue ſtill; I like that thing that's neceſſary, as well as pleaſant. What newes in yonder paper. Ha? ſeeke you for newes, there's for you! Whoſe tis? in the name of the blacke Angels, Andro Gruill. No, Andro Lethe! Lethe? Has forgot his fathers name, poore Walter Gruill that begot him, fed him, and brought him vp. Not hither. No; 'twas from his thoughts, hee brought him vp belowe. But do's he paſſe for Lethe. Mongſt ſtrange eyes that no more knowe him, then he knowes himſelfe, thats nothing now, for maſter Andro Lethe, a gentleman of moſt receiued parts, forgetfulnes, Luſt, Impudence, and Falſhood, and one eſpeciall Courtly quality; to wit, no wit at all, I am his Riuall for Quomodoes daughter, but hee knowes it not. Has ſpyed vs ore his paper. Oh thats a warning to make our duties ready. Salute him, hang him. Puh, wiſh his health a while, heele be laide ſhortly, let him gorge Veniſon for a time, our doctors will bring him to dry mutton; ſeeme reſpectiue to make his pride ſwell like a Toade with dewe. Maſter Lethe! Sweete maſter Lethe. Gentlemen your pardon, I remember you not. Why we ſupt with you laſt night ſir! Oh cry you mercy, 'tis ſo long agoe, I had quite forgot you, I muſt be forgiuen, Acquaintaince, deere ſocietie, ſuites and things, Do ſo flowe to mee; that had I not the better memorie! Twould be a wonder I ſhould know my ſelfe, Eſteeme is made of ſuch a dizzy mettall; I haue receiu'd of many gifts ore night Whome I haue forgot ere morning, meeting the men, I wiſht em to remember me agen, They doo ſo: then if I forget agen, I know what helpt before, that will helpe then, This is my courſe, for memorie I haue been told Twentie preſerues, the beſt I find is gold; Ey truely! are you not knights yet, Gentlemen. Not yet! No, that muſt bee lookt into, tis your owne ſault, I haue ſome ſtore of Veniſon, where ſhall we deuoure it, Gentlemen?