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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Oh my sweet Shortyard!— Daughter, get you up to your Virginals: by your leave Mistress Quomodo. Why I hope I may sit i'th' shop, may I not? That you may, and welcome sweet honey-thigh, but not at this season, there's a Buck to be struck. Well, since i'm so expressly forbidden, i'll watch above i'th' gallery, but i'll see your knavery. Be you prepared as I tell you. You near feared me: Oh that sweet, neat, comely, proper, delicate parcel of land, like a fine Gentlewoman i'th' waste: not so great as pretty, pretty: the Trees in Summer whistling, the silver waters by the Banks harmoniously gliding, I should have been a Scholar, an excellent place for a student: fit for my Son that lately commenced at Cambridge, whom now I have placed at Inns of Court: Thus we that seldom get Lands honestly, must leave our heirs to inherit our knavery: but whist, one turn about my shop and meet with 'em. Is this it sir? ay, let me see, this is it: sign of three Knaves, 'tis it! Do you hear sir, what lack you Gentlemen? see good kerseys or broad clothes here, I pray come near— Master Blastfield? I thought you would know me anon. You're exceeding welcome to Town sir, your worship must pardon me, 'tis always misty weather in our shops here: we are a Nation the Sun here shines upon,— Came this Gentleman with you? O salute him fairly, he's a kind Gentleman, a very in ward of mine. Then I cry you mercy sir, you're especially welcome. I return you thanks sir. But how shall I do for you now Master Blastfield? Why what's the matter? It is my greatest affliction at this instant, I am not able to furnish you. How master Quomodo, pray say not so, sl'ud you undo me then. Upon my Religion Master Blastfield, bonds lie forfeit in my hands, I expect the receipt of a thousand every hour, and cannot yet set eye of a penny. That's strange methinks. 'tis mine own pity that plots against me Master Blastfield, they know I have no conscience to take the for feature, and that makes 'em so bold with my mercy. I am sorry for this. Never the less, if I might entreat your delay but the age of three days to express my sorrow now, I would double the sum, and supply you with four or five hundred. Let me see,— three days. I good sir, and it may be possible. Do you hear Master Blastfield, Ha? You know i've already invited all the Gallants to sup with me tonight. That's true i'faith. 'twill be my everlasting shame, if I have no money to maintain my bounty. I near thought upon that— I looked still when that should come from him, we have strictly examined our expenses, it must not be three days Master Quomodo.
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Oh my ſweete Short-yard!—Daughter, get you vp to your Virginalls: by your leaue Miſtris Quomodo. Why I hope I may ſitith ſhop, may I not? That you may, and welcome ſweete hony-thye, but not at this ſeaſon, there's a Buck to be ſtrucke. Well, ſince i'me ſo expreſly forbidden, ile watch aboue ith gallerie, but ile ſee your knauerie. Be you preparde as I tell you. You neare feard me: Oh that ſweete, neate, comely, proper, delicate parcell of land, like a fine Gentlewoman ith waſte: not ſo great as prettie, prettie: the Trees in Summer whiſtling, the ſiluer waters by the Bankes harmoniouſlye gliding, I ſhould haue beene a Scholler, an excellent place for a ſtudent: fit for my Sonne that lately commenc'd at Cambridge, whom now I haue plac'd at Innes of Court: Thus wee that ſildome get Landes honeſtly, muſt leaue our heires to inherit our knauerie: but whiſt, one turne about my ſhoppe and meete with e'm. Is this it ſir? I, let me ſee, this is it: ſigne of three Knaues, tis it Doe you heare ſir, what lacke you Gentlemen? ſee good Kerſies or broad cloathes heere, I pray come neere —Maiſter Blaſtfield? I thought you would know me anon. You'r exceeding welcome to Towne ſir, your worſhip muſt pardon me, tis alwaies miſtie weather in our ſhops heere: we are a Nation the Sunne ere ſhines vpon,—Came this Gentleman with you? O ſalute him fairely, hee's a kinde Gentleman, a verie in ward of mine. Then I crye you mercy ſir, y'are eſpecially welcome. I returne you thankes ſir. But how ſhall I doe for you now Maiſter Blaſtfield? Why whats the matter? It is my greateſt affliction at this inſtant, I am not able to furniſh you. How maiſter Quomodo, pray ſay not ſo, ſl'ud you vndoe me then. Vpon my Religion Maiſter Blaſtfield, bonds lye forfeete in my hands, I expect the receite of a thouſand euerie houre, and cannot yet ſet eye of a penny. That's ſtrange me thinkes. Tis mine owne pittie that plots againſt me Maiſter Blaſtfield, they knowe I haue no conſcience to take the for feture, and that makes em ſo bould with my mercie. I am ſorry for this. Neuer the leſſe, if I might intreate your delay but the age of three daies to expreſſe my ſorrow now, I would double the ſumme, and ſupply you with foure or fiue hundred. Let me ſee,—three daies. I good ſir, and it may be poſſible. Doe you heare Maiſter Blaſtfield, Ha? You knowe i'ue alreadie enuited all the Gallants to ſup with me to night. That's true yfaith. T will be my euerlaſting ſhame, if I haue no monye to maintaine my bountie. I nere thought vpon that—I look't ſtill when that ſhould come from him, wee haue ſtrickly examined our expences, it muſt not be three daies Maiſter Quomodo.