Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Michaelmas Term · chunk 9 of 39

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 · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Let's search him Gentlemen, I think he wears a smock: I knew the time, he wore not half a shirt, just like a pea. No, how did he for the Rest? Faith he compounded with a couple of Napkins at Barnet, and so truss up the lower parts. 'twas a pretty shift i'faith. But master Lethe has forgot that too. A mischief on't to lose all: I could— Nay but good Ma Esay, do not do yourself that tyranny I beseech you, I must not ha' you alter your body now for the Purge of a little money: you undo me and you do. 'twas all I brought up with me, I protest master Blastfield, all my rent till next quarter. Pox of money, talk not on't I beseech you, what said I to you? Mass I am out of cash myself too,— Boy. Anon sir. Run presently to master Gum the Mercer, and will him to tell out two or three hundred pound for me, or more according as he is furnished: I'll visit him i'th' morning say. It shall be said sir. Do you hear boy? Yes sir. If master Gum be not sufficiently ready, call upon master Profit the Goldsmith. It shall be done sir. Boy. I know I was not sent yet now is the time. Let them both rest till another occasion: you shall not need to run so far at this time, take one nigher hand go to Ma. Quomodo the Draper, and will him to furnish me instantly. Now I go sir. It seems you're well known master Blastfield, and your credit very spacious here i'th' City. Master Esay, let a man bear himself portly, the whoresons will creep to him a'th' their bellies, and their wives a'th' their backs: there's a kind of bold grace expected throughout all the parts of a Gentleman: then for your observances, a man must not so much as spit but within line and fashion. I tell you what I ha' done: sometimes I carry my water all London over, only to deliver it proudly at the Standard, and do I pass altogether unnoted think you? No, a man can no sooner peep out his head, but there's a bow bent at him out of some watch tower, or other. So readily sir. Push, you know a bow's quickly ready, though a Gun belong a charging, and will shoot five times to his once, Come, you shall bear yourself jovially: take heed of setting your looks to your losses, but rather smile upon your ill luck, and invite 'em tomorrow to another breakfast of Bones. Nay i'll forswear dicing. What? peace? I am ashamed to hear you: will you cease in the first loss, show me one Gentleman that ere did it? Fie upon't I must use you to company I perceive, you'd be spoiled else: forswear Dice? I would your friends heard you i'faith.
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PlayMichaelmas Term
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [1604-1606]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1604-1607]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 575 · TCP A07505 · DEEP 466
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 312–338 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 39 in this edition
Length488 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.778
Other seedsseed 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)
Lets ſearch him Gentlemen, I think he wears a ſmock: I knew the time, he wore not halfe a ſhirt, iuſt like a Pee. No, how did he for the Reſt? Faith he compounded with a couple of Napkins at Barnet, and ſo truſ'd vp the lower parts. Twas a prettie ſhift yfaith. But maiſter Lethe ha's forgot that too. A miſchiefe on't to looſe all: I could— Nay but good Ma Eaſie, do not do your ſelf that tirannie I beſeech you, I muſt not ha you alter your body now for the Purge of a little money: you vndoe me and you doe. Twas al I brought vp with me, I proteſt maſter Blaſtſield, all my rent till next quarter. Pox of money, talke not on't I beſeech you, what ſaid I to you? Maſſe I am out of caſh my ſelfe too,—Boy. Anon ſir. Run preſently to maſter Gum the Mercer, and wil him to tell out two or three hundred pound for mee, or more according as he is furniſht: Ile viſit him ith morning ſay. It ſhall be ſaid ſir. Doe you heare boy? Yes ſir. If maſter Gum bee not ſufficiently readie, call vppon maſter Profit the Goldſmith. It ſhall be done ſir. Boy. I know I was not ſent yet now is the time. Let them both reſt till another occaſion: you ſhall not need to run ſo farre at this time, take one nier hand go to Ma. Quomodo the Draper, and will him to furniſh mee inſtantly. Now I goe ſir. It ſeemes y'are wel knowne maſter Blaſtfield, and your credite verie ſpacious here ith Citie. Maſter Eaſie, let a man beare himſelfe portly, the whorſons will creepe to him a'th their bellies, and their wiues a'th their backs: ther's a kinde of bolde grace expected throughout all the parts of a Gentleman: then for your obſeruances, a man muſt not ſo much as ſpit but within line and faſhion. I tell you what I ha done: ſomtimes I carrie my water all London ouer, onely to deliuer it proudly at the Standard, and do I paſſe altogether vnnoted thinke you? No, a man can no ſooner peep out his head, but ther's a bow bent at him out of ſome watch tower, or other. So readily ſir. Puſh, you know a bowe's quickely readie, tho a Gun belong a charging, and will ſhoote fiue times to his once, Come, you ſhall beare your ſelfe Iouially: take heede of ſetting your lookes to your loſſes, but rather ſmile vppon your ill lucke, and inuite 'em to morrow to another breakefaſt of Bones. Nay ile forſweare dicing. What? peace? I am aſhamed to heare you: will you ceaſſe in the firſt loſſe, ſhewe mee one Gentleman that ere did it? Fie vppon't I muſt vſe you to companie I perceyue, youde be ſpoilde elſe: forſweare Dice? I would your friends heard you yfaith.