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 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
No then i'm afraid 'twill be my grief sir. Master Blastfield, i'll tell you what you may do now. What good sweet bedfellow. Send to Master Goome, or Master Profit, the Mercer and Goldsmith. Mass that was well remembered of thee— I perceive the Trout will be a little troublesome ere he be catched— Boy. Boy. Here sir. Run to Master Goome, or Master Profit, and carry my present occasion of money to 'em. I run sir. methinks Master Blastfield, you might easily attain to the satisfaction of 3. days, here's a Gentleman your friend I dare say will see you sufficiently possessed till then. Not I sir, by no means: master Blastfield knows I'm further in want then himself, my hope rests all upon him, it stands upon the loss of my credit tonight, if I walk without money. Why master Quomodo, what a fruitless Motion have you put forth, you might well assure yourself this gentleman had it not if I wanted it: why our purses are brothers we desire but equal fortunes: in a word we're man and wife, they can but lie together, and so do we. As near as can be i'faith. And to say truth, 'tis more for the continuing of this Gentleman's credit in Town than any incitement from mine own want only, that I covet to be so immediately furnished— you shall hear him confess as much himself. 'tis most certain master Quomodo. Oh here comes the Boy now: How now Boy, what says master Goome, or master Profit? Sir, they're both walk forth this frosty morning to Brainford, to see a Nurse-child. A Bastard be it, spite and shame. Nay, never vex yourself sweet master Blastfield. Bewitched I think. Do you hear sir? you can persuade with him. A little sir. Rather than he should be altogether destitute, or be too much a vexation to himself, he shall take up a commodity of cloth of me tell him. Why la! by my troth t' was kindly spoken. Two hundred pounds worth upon my Religion say. So disastrously. Nay, master Blastfield, you do not hear what master Quomodo said since, like an honest true Citizen i'faith: rather than you should grow diseased upon't, you shall take up a commodity of two hundred pounds worth of cloth. The mealy Moth consume it, would he hame turn peddler now? what should I do with cloth? he's a very wilful Gentleman at this Time i'faith: he knows as well what to do with it, as I myself Iwis: there's no Merchant in Town but will be greedy upon't, and pay down money upo'th' nail, they'll dispatch it over to Middleborough presently, and raise double commodity by exchange, if not, you know 'tis term-time, and Michaelmas Term too, the draper's harvest, for footcloths, riding suits, walking suits, chamber gowns, and hall gowns. Nay, I'll say that, it comes in as fit a time as can be.
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No the 'me afraide twill be my griefe ſir. Maiſter Blaſtfield, ile tell you what you may doe now. What good ſweete bedfellow. Send to Maſter Goome, or Maſter Profit, the Mercer and Goldſmith. Maſſe that was well remembred of thee—I perceyue the Trout will bee a little troubleſome ere hee bee catcht—Boy. Boy▪ Here ſir. Runne to Maſter Goome, or Maſter Profite, and carrie my preſent occaſion of money to em. I runne ſir. Me thinks Maiſter Blaſtfield, you might eaſily attaine to the ſatisfaction of 3. dayes, heer's a Gentleman your friend I dare ſay will ſee you ſufficiently poſſeſt till then. Not I ſir, by no meanes: maſter Blaſtfield knowes I'me further in want then himſelfe, my hope reſts all vpon him, it ſtands vpon the loſſe of my credit to Night, if I walke without money. Why maiſter Quomodo, what a fruitleſſe Motion haue you put forth, you might wel aſſure your ſelfe this gentleman had it not if I wanted it: why our purſes are brothers we deſire but equall fortunes: in a word w'are man and wife, they can but lie together, and ſo doe we. As nere as can be yfaith. And to ſay truth, tis more for the continuing of this Gentlemans credit in Towne then any incitement from mine owne want only, that I cout to be ſo immediatly furniſh— you ſhall heare him confeſſe as much himſelfe. Tis moſt certaine maſter Quomodo. Oh here comes the Boy now: How now Boy, what ſayes maiſter Goome, or maſter Profit? Sir, thei'r both walke foorth this froſtie morning to Brainford, to ſee a Nurſe-childe. A Baſtard be it, ſpite and ſhame. Nay, neuer vex your ſelfe ſweet maſter Blaſtfield. Bewitcht I thinke. Doe you heare ſir? you can perſwade with him. A little ſir. Rather then he ſhould be altogither deſtitute, or be too much a vexation to himſelfe, he ſhall take vp a commoditie of cloath of me tell him. Why la! by my troth t' was kindly ſpoken. Two hundred pounds worth vpon my Religion ſay. So diſaſtrouſly. Nay, maiſter Blaſtfield, you doe not heare what maſter Quomodo ſaid ſince, like an honeſt true Citizen yfaith: rather then you ſhould grow diſeaſde vpon't, you ſhall take vp a commoditie of two hundred pounds orth of cloath. The mealie Moth conſume it, would hee hame turne Pedler now? what ſhould I doe with cloath? Hee's a verie wilfull Gentleman at this Time yfaith: he knowes as well what to doe with it, as I my ſelfe Iwis: ther's no Merchant in Town but will be greedy vpon't, and pay downe mony vpo'th naile, the'l diſpatch it ouer to Middle-borrow preſently, and raiſe double commoditie by exchange, if not, you know tis Tearme-time, and Michaelmas Tearm too, the Drapers harueſt, for footcloaths, riding ſuts, walking ſuits, chamber gownes, and hall gownes. Nay, Ile ſay that, it comes in as fit a time as can be.