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 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I'm ready to your hands Gentlemen. Come Master Esay. I beseech you sir. It shall be yours I say. Nay pray master Blastfield. I will not i'faith. What do you mean sir? I should show little bringing up, to take the way of a stranger. By my troth you do yourself wrong tho master Blastfield. Not a whit sir. But to avoid strife, you shall have your will of me for once. Let it be so I pray. Now I begin to set one foot upon the land, methinks I am felling of Trees already, we shall have some Essex Logs yet to keep Christmas with, and that's a comfort. Now is he quarting out the Executioner. Strides over him: with his own blood he writes: I am no Dame that can endure such sights. So his right wing is cut, will not fly far Past the two City hazards, Poultry, and Woodstreet. How like you my Roman hand i'faith? Exceeding well sir, but that you rest too much upon your R. and make your ease too little. I'll mend that presently. Nay 'tis done now, past mending: you both deliver this to master Quomodo as your deed? We do sir. I thank you Gentlemen, Would the Coin would come away now, we have deserved for't By your leave a little Gentlemen. How now? what's the matter? speak? As fast as I can sir— All the clothes come back again. How? What's the news? The passage to Middle borrow is stopped, and therefore neither Master Stilliard-downe, nor Master Beggerland, nor any other Merchant will deliver present money upon't. Why what hard luck have you Gentlemen? Why Master Blastfield? Pish— You're so discontented too presently, a man cannot tell how to speak to you? Why what would you say? We must make some what on't now sir. I where? how? the best is it lies all upon my neck, Master Quomodo, can you help me to any money for't? speak Troth Master Blastfield, since myself is so unfurnished, I know not the means how, there's one i'th' street a new setter up, if any lay out money upon't 'twill be he. His name: Master Idem— but you know we cannot give but greatly to your loss, because we gain and live by't. 'sfoot will he give any thing. ay, stand upon that. Will he give any thing?— the Brokers will give nothing? to no purpose. Falslight. Over your head sir. Desire Master Idem to come presently and look upo'th' cloth. I will sir. What if he should offer but a hundred pound? If he want twenty on't let's take it. Say you so? Master Quomodo we will have four or five hundred pound for you of his own within three or four days. 'tis true, he said so indeed. Is That your wife master Quomodo? That's she, little Tomazin?
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I'me readie to your hands Gentlemen. Come Maſter Eaſie. I beſeech you ſir. It ſhall be yours I ſay. Nay pray maſter Blaſtfield. I will not yfaith. What doe you meane ſir? I ſhould ſhew little bringing vp, to take the way of a ſtranger. By my troth you doe your ſelfe wrong tho maiſter Blaſtfield. Not a whit ſir. But to auoid ſtrife, you ſhall haue your will of mee for once. Let it be ſo I pray. Now I begin to ſet one foote vppon the lande, mee thinkes I am felling of Trees alreadie, wee ſhall haue ſome Eſſex Loggs yet to keepe Chriſtmaſſe with, and that's a comfort. Now is he quarting out the Executioner. Strides ouer him: with his owne blood he writes: I am no Dame that can endure ſuch ſights. So his right wing is cut, will not flie farre Paſt the two Cittie hazards, Poultrie, and Woodſtreete. How like you my Roman hand yfaith? Exceeding well ſir, but that you reſt too much vpon your R. and make your eaſe too little. Ile mend that preſently. Nay tis done now, paſt mending: you both deliuer this to maiſter Quomodo as your deede? We doe ſir. I thanke you Gentlemen, Would the Coyne would come away now, we haue deſeru'd for't By your leaue a little Gentlemen. How now? what's the matter? ſpeake? As faſt as I can ſir—All the cloathes come backe a gen. How? What's the newes? The paſſage to Middle borrow is ſtopt, and therefore neither Maiſter Still yard-downe, nor Maiſter Beggerland, nor any other Merchāt wil deliuer preſent money vppon't. Why what hard lucke haue you Gentlemen? Why Maiſter Blaſtfield? Piſh— You'r ſo diſcontented too preſently, a man cannot tell how to ſpeake to you? Why what would you ſay? We muſt make ſome what on't now ſir. I where? how? the beſt is it lyes all vppon my necke, Maiſter Quomodo, can you help me to any money fort? ſpeak Troth Maiſter Blaſtfield, ſince my ſelfe is ſo vnfurniſht, I knowe not the meanes how, there's one 'ith ſtreete a new ſetter vp, if any lay out money vppon't twill be he. His name: Maſter Idem—but you know we cannot giue but greatly to your loſſe, becauſe we gaine and liue by't. Sfoo't will he giue any thing. I, ſtand vppon that. Will he giue any thing?—the Brokers will giue nothing? to no purpoſe. Falſlight. Ouer your head ſir. Deſire Maiſter Idem to come preſently and looke vppo'th cloath. I will ſir. What if hee ſhould offer but a hundred pound? If he want twentie on't lets take it. Say you ſo? Maiſter Quomodo we wil haue foure or fiue hundred pound for you of his owne within three or foure daies. Tis true, he ſaide ſo indeede. Is That your wife maiſter Quomodo? That's ſhee, little Tomazin?