The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 20 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Pray do not hand me Cruelly, I'll go, whither you please to have me, Oh he's tame let him loose sergeant. Pray at whose suit is this? Why at your hostesses suit where you lie, mistress Cunnyburrow for bed and board, the some four pound five shillings and five pence. I know the some to true, yet I presumed, Upon a farther day; well 'tis my stars: And I must bear it now, though never harder. I swear now, my device is crossed indeed. Captain must lie bite: this is deceits seed. Come, come away. Pray give me so much time as to knit my garter, and I'll away with you. Well we must be paid for this waiting upon you, this is no pains to attend thus. I am now wretched, and miserable, I shall near recover of this disease: hot Iron gnaw their fists: they have struck a Fever into my shoulder, which I shall near shake out again I fear me, till with a true Habeas Corpus the Sexton remove me, oh if I take prison once I shall be priest to death with Actions, but not so happy as speedily; perhaps I may be forty year a-pressing till I be a thin old man, that looking through the grates, men may look through me; all my means is confounded, what shall I do? has my wit served me so long, and now give me the slip (like a trained servant) when I have most need of 'im: no device to keep my poor carcase fro these Puttocks?— yes, happiness, have I a paper about me now? yes too, I'll try it, it may hit, Extremity is Touchstone unto wit, ay, ay. 'sfoot how many yards are in thy garters, that thou art so long a-tying on them? come away sir. Troth sergeant I protest, you could never ha' took me at a worse time, for now at this instant, I have no lawful picture about me. 'Slid how shall me come by our fees then. We must have fees Sirrah. I could ha' wished i'faith, that you had took me half an hour hence for your own sake, for I protest if you had not crossed me, I was going in great joy to receive five pound of a Gentleman, for the Device of a Mask here, drawn in this paper, but now, come I must be contented, 'tis but so much lost, and answerable to the rest of my fortunes. Why how far hence dwells that Gentleman? ay, well said sergeant, 'tis good to cast about for money. Speak, if it be not far— We are but a little past it, the next street behind us. Slid we have waited upon you grievously already, if you'll say you'll be liberal when you hate, give us double fees, and spend upon's, why we'll show you that kindness, and go along with you to the Gentleman. I well said still sergeant urge that.
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Pray do not hand me Cruelly, Ile goe, Whether you please to haue me, Oh hees tame let him loose seriant. Pray at whose sute is this? Why at your Hostisses suite where you lie, Misters Cunnyburrow for bed and boord, the somme foure pound fiue shillings and fiue pence. I know the somme to true, yet I presumde, Vpon a farder daie; well tis my starres: And I must beare it now, tho neuer harder. I sweare now, my deuice is crost indeed. Captaine must lie bite: this is Deceytes seed. Come, come away. Pray giue me so much time as to knit my garter, and Ile a way with you. Well we must be paid for this waiting vpon you, this is no paynes to attend thus. I am now wretched, and miserable, I shall nere recouer of this disease: hot Yron gnaw their fists: they haue strucke a Feuer into my shoulder, which I shall nere shake out agen I feare me, till with a true Habeas Corpus the Sexton remooue me, oh if I take prison once I shall bee prest to death with Actions, but not so happy as speedilie; perhaps I may bee forty yeare a pressing till I be a thin old man, that looking through the grates, men may looke through me; all my meanes is confounded, what shall I doe? has my wit serued me so long, and now giue me the slippe (like a Traynd seruant) when I haue most need of 'em: no deuice to keepe my poore carcase fro these Puttocks?—yes, happines, haue I a paper about me now? yes too, Ile trie it, it may hit, Extremity is Touch-stone vnto wit, I, I. Sfoot how many yards are in thy Gatters, that thou art so long a tying on them? come away sir. Troth Seriant I protest, you could neuer ha tooke me at a worse time, for now at this instant, I haue no lawfull picture about me. Slid how shall me come by our fees then. We must haue fees Sirra. I could ha wisht ifaith, that you had tooke me halfe an hower hence for your owne sake, for I protest if you had not crost me, I was going in great ioy to receiue fiue pound of a Gentleman, for the Deuice of a Maske here, drawne in this paper▪ but now, come I must be contented, tis but so much lost, and answerable to the rest of my fortunes. Why how far hence dwells that Gentleman? I, well said seriant, tis good to cast about for mony. Speake, if it be not far— We are but a little past it, the next street behind vs. Slid we haue waited vpon you grieuously already▪ if youle say youle be liberall when you hae, giue vs double ees, and spend vpon's, why weele sho that kindnes, and goe along with you to the Gentleman. I well said still seriant vge that.