Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.75 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why I tell thee Iack Hornet, if the Devil and all the Brokers in long lane had rifled their wardrobe, they would ha' been damned before they had fitted thee thus. Punk, I shall be a simple father for you: how does my chain show now I walk. If thou wert hung in chains, thou couldst not show better. But how fit our blue-coats on our backs. As they do upon bankrupt retainers backs at Saint George's feast in London: but at Westminster, It makes 'em scorn the badge of their occupation: there the bragging velure-canioned hobby-horses, prance up and down as if some a the Tilters had ridden 'em. Nay 'sfoot, if they be bankrupts, 'tis like some have ridden 'em: and thereupon the citizens Proverb rises, when he says; he trusts to a broken staff. Hornet, now you play my Father, take heed you be not out of your part, and shame your adopted Daughter. I will look gravely Doll, (do you see boys) like the foreman of a jury: and speak wisely like a Latin Schoolmaster, and be surly and dogged, and proud like the Keeper of a prison. You must lie horribly, when you talk of your lands. No shopkeeper shall out lie me, nay, no Fencer: when I hem boys, you shall duck: when I cough and spit gobbets Doll. The pox shall be in your lungs Hornet. No Doll, these with their high shoes shall tread me out. All the lessons that I ha' pricked out for 'em, is when the Weathercock of my body turns towards them, to stand bare. And not to be saucy as serving-men are. Come, come, we are no such creatures as you take us for. If we have but good draughts in my peterboat, fresh Salmon you sweet villains shall be no meat with us. 'sfoot nothing moves my choler, but that my chain is Copper: but 'tis no matter, better men than old Iack Hornet have rode up Holborn, with as bad a thing about their necks as this: your right whiffler indeed hangs himself in Saint Martin's, and not in Cheapside. Peace, somebody rings: run both, whilst he has the the rope in's hand if it be a prize, hale him, if a man a war, blow him up, or hang him out at the main yards end. But what ghost, (hold up my fine Girl) what ghosts haunts thy house? Oh! why diverse: I have a clothier's Factor or two; a Grocer that would feign Pepper me, a Welsh Captain that lays hard siege, a Dutch Merchant, that would spend all that he's able to make i'th' low countries, but to take measure of my Holland sheets when I lie in 'em: I hear trampling: 'tis my Flemish Hoy. Dar is vor you, and vor you: e'en, twea, dry, vier, and vive skilling, drinks Skellum vysie freeze: nempt, dats v drink gelt. Till our crowns crack again Master Hans van Belch. How is't met you, how is't bro? brolick?
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Length
504 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why I tel thee Iack Hornet, if the Diuel and all the Brokers in long lane had rifled their wardrob, they wud ha beene dambd before they had fitted thee thus. Punck, I shall bee a simple father for you: how does my chaine show now I walke. If thou wert hung in chaines, thou couldst not show better. But how fit our blew-coates on our backes. As they do vpon banckrout retainers backes at Saint Georges feast in London: but at VVestminster, It makes 'em scorne the badge of their occupation: there the bragging velure-caniond hobbi-horses, praunce vp and downe as if some a the Titers had ridden 'em. Nay Sfoot, if they be banckrouts, tis like some haue ridden 'em: and there-vpon the Cittizens Prouerbe rises, when hee sayes; he trusts to a broken staffe. Hornet, now you play my Father, take heed you be not out of your part, and shame your adopted Daughter. I will looke grauely Doll, (doe you see boyes) like the fore-man of a Iury: and speake wisely like a Lattin Schoolemaister, and be surly and dogged, and proud like the Keeper of a prison. You must lie horribly, when you talke of your lands. No shop-keeper shall out lye mee, nay, no Fencer: when I hem boyes, you shall duck: when I cough and spit gobbets Doll. The pox shall be in your lungs Hornet. No Doll, these with their high shoes shall tread me out. All the lessons that I ha prickt out for 'em, is when the Wether-cock of my body turnes towards them, to stand bare. And not to be sawcie as Seruing-men are. Come, come, we are no such creatures as you take vs for. If we aue but good draughts in my peeter-boate, fresh Salmon you sweete villaines shall be no meate with vs. Soot nothing mooues my choller, but that my chaine is Copper: but tis no matter, better men than old Iack Hornet haue rode vp Holburne, with as bad a thing about their neckes as this: your ight whisler indeed hangs himselfe in Saint Martins, and not in Cheape-side. Peace, some-body rings: run both, whilst he has the the rope in's hand if it b a prize, hale him, if a man a war, blow him vp, or hang him out at the maine yeards end. But what ghost, (hold vp my fine Girle) what ghosts haunts thy house? Oh! why diuerse: I haue a Clothiers Factor or two; a Grocer that would faine Pepper me, a Welsh Gaptaine that laies hard seege, a Dutch Marchāt, that would spend al that he's able to make ith' low countries, but to take measue of my Holland sheetes when I lye in 'em: I heare trampling: 'tis my Flemish Hoy. Dar is vor you, and vor you: een, twea, drie, vier, and viue skilling, drinks Skellum vysie fréese: nempt, dats v drinck gelt. Till our crownes crack agen Maister Hans van Belch. How ist met you, how ist bro? vrlick?