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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why he's a Gentleman of a pretty living sir. It may be so: yet under both your pardons I'd rather have a Citizen. I hope you will not disparage me so? 'tis well known I have three hundred pound a year in Essex, Well said, to him thyself, take him up roundly. And how doubtfully soe'er you account of me, I do not think but I might make my bond pass for a hundred pound i'th' City. What alone sir? Alone sir: who says so? perhaps i'd send down for a Tenant or too. ay, that's another case sir. Another case let it be then. Nay, grow not into anger sir. Not take me into a Bond, as good as you shall good man Goosecap. Well Master Blastfield, because I will not disgrace the Gentleman, i'm content for once, but we must not make a practice on't. No sir, now you would you shall not. Cuds me, i'm undone, he's gone again. The Nets broke. Hold there dear Gentleman. Deny me that small courtesy? 'sfoot a very Iew will not deny it me. Now must I catch him warily. A jest indeed, not take me into a Bond quo they. Master Esay— Mark my words, if it stood not upon the eternal loss of thy credit against Supper— Mass that's true. The pawning of thy horse for his own Victuals. Right i'faith. And thy utter dissolution amongst Gentlemen for ever. Pox on't. Quomodo should hang, rot, stink. Sweet boy i'faith. Drop Dam. Excellent Shortyard. I forgot all this: what meant I to swagger before I had money in my purse? how does master Quomodo? is the Bond ready? Oh sir. Come we must be friends, here's my hand. Give it the Scrivener: here he comes. Good day Master Quomodo, good morrow Gentlemen. We must require a little aid from your pen, good master Dustbox. What be the gentlemen's names that are bound sir? Master Iohn Blastfield Esquire i'th' wild of Kent, and what do they call your bed fellows name? Master Richard Esay: you may easily hit on't. Master Richard Easy of Essex Gentleman, both bound to Ephestian Quomodo Citizen and Draper of London: the sum two hundred pound. What Time do you take master Blastfield for the payment? I never pass my Month you know. I know it sir. October sixteenth today, sixteenth of November say. Is it your custom to return so soon sir? I never miss you. I am come for the rest of the same price master Quomodo. star-mark, this is it, are all the rest gone? they're all at Master Stilyard downs by this time. How the poor rascal's all in a froth? Push, their ordained to sweat for Gentlemen,— Porters backs and women's bellies bear up the world. 'tis true i'faith, they bear men and money, and that's the world. Ye'ave found it sir.
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Why hee's a Gentleman of a prettie liuing ſir. It may be ſo: yet vnder both your pardons I'de rather haue a Citizen. I hope you wil not diſparadge me ſo? tis wel known I haue three hundred pound a yeare in Eſſex, Well ſaide, to him thy ſelfe, take him vp roundly. And how doubtfullie ſo ere you account of me, I doe not thinke but I might make my bond paſſe for a hundred pound'ith Citie. What alone ſir? Alone ſir: who ſaies ſo? perhaps ide ſend downe for a Tennant or too. I, that's another caſe ſir. Another caſe let it be then. Nay, grow not into anger ſir. Not take me into a Bond, as good as you ſhall good man Gooſe-cap. Wel Maiſter Blaſtfield, becauſe I wil not diſgrace the Gentleman, i'me content for once, but we muſt not make a practiſe on't. No ſir, now you would you ſhall not. Cuds me, i'me vndone, hee's gone agen. The Netts broke. Hold there deere Gentleman. Deny me that ſmall curtizie? s'foot a very Iew will not deny it me. Now muſt I catch him warily. A ieſt indeede, not take me into a Bond quo they. Maiſter Eaſie—Marke my words, if it ſtood not vppon the eternall loſſe of thy credit againſt Supper— Maſſe that's true. The pawning of thy horſe for his owne Vittailes. Right yfaith. And thy vtter diſſolution amongeſt Gentlemen for eer. Pox on't. Quomodo ſhould hang, rot, ſtinke. Sweete boy yfaith. Drop Dam. Excellent Shortyard. I forgot all this: what meant I to wagger before I had money in my purſe? how do's maiſter Quomodo? is the Bond readie? Oh ſir. Come we muſt be friends, heer's my hand. Giue it the Scriuener: here he comes. Good day Maiſter Quomodo, good morrow Gentlemen. We muſt require a little ayde from your pen, good maſter Duſtbox. What be the Gentlemens names that are bound ſir? Maſter Iohn Blaſtfield Eſquireith wilde of Kent, and what doe they call your bed fllowes name? Maiſter Richard Eaſie: you may eaſily hit on't. Maſter Richard Eaſie of Eſſex Gentleman, both bound to Epheſtian Quomodo Citizen and Draper of London: the ſumme two hundred pound. What Time doe you take maſter Blaſtfield for the payment? I neuer paſſe my Month you know. I know it ſir. October ſixteenth to day, ſixteenth of Nouember ſay. Is it your cuſtome to returne ſo ſoone ſir? I neuer miſſe you. I am come for the reſt of the ſame price maſter Quomodo. Star-marke, this is it, are all the reſt gone? Thei'r all at Maſter Stilyard downes by this time. How the poore raskall's all in a froth? Puſh, their ordaind to ſweate for Gentlemen,— Porters backes and womens bellies beare vp the world. Tis true yfaith, they beare men and money, and that's the world. Ye'aue found it ſir.