Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.83 · 465 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Your plenteous honour— an exc'llent fellow my Lord. So, give us leave— welcome, be not far off, we must be better acquainted, push, be bold with us, thy hand: With all my heart i'faith how dost sweet Musk-cat. When shall we lie together? Wondrous knave! Gather him into boldness, 'sfoot the slave's Already as familiar as an Ague, And shakes me at his pleasure, friend I can Forget myself in private, but else where, I pray do you remember me. Oh very well sir— I construe myself saucy! What hast been, Of what profession. A bonesetter! A bonesetter! A bawd my Lord, One that sets bones together. Notable bluntness? Fit, fit for me, e'en trained up to my hand Thou hast been Scrivener to much knavery then. Fool, to abundance sir; I have been witness To the surrenders of a thousand virgins, And not so little, I have seen Patrimonies washed a pieces Fruit-fields turned into bastards, And in a world of Acres, Not so much dust due to the heir 'twas left too As would well gravel a petition Fine villain? troth I like him wondrously he's e'en shaped for my purpose, than thou know'st Ith' world strange lust. O Dutch lust! fulsome lust! Drunken procreation, which begets, so many drunkards; Some father dreads not (gone to bed in wine) to slide from the mother, And cling the daughter-in-law, Some uncles are adulterous with their Nieces, Brothers with brother's wives, O hour of Incest! Any kin now next to the Rim ath sister Is man's meat in these days, and in the morning When they are up and dressed, and their mask on, Who can perceive this? save that eternal eye That see's through flesh and all, well:— If any thing be damned? It will be twelve o'clock at night; that twelve Will never scape; It is the Iudas of the hours; wherein, Honest salvation is betrayed to sin, Introth it is too? but let this talk glide It is our blood to err, though hell gaped loud Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proud! Now sir? wert thou as secret as thou'rt subtle, And deeply fathomed into all estates I would embrace thee for a near employment, And thou shouldst swell in money, and be able To make lame beggars crouch to thee. My Lord? Secret? I near had that disease ath mother I praise my father: why are men made close? But to keep thoughts in best, I grant you this Tell but some woman a secret over night, Your doctor may find it in the urinal i'th' morning, But my Lord. So, thou'rt confirmed in me And thus I enter thee. This Indian devil, Will quickly enter any man: but a Usurer, He prevents that, by entering the devil first.
nodes 395–460 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 40 in this edition
Length
465 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.832 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Your plenteons honor—an exlent fellow my Lord. So, giue vs leaue—welcome, bee not far off, we must bee better acquainted, push, be bould with vs, thy hand: With all my heart yfaith how dost sweete Musk-cat. When shall we lie togither? Wondrous knaue! Gather him into bouldnesse, Sfoote the slaue's Already as familiar as an Ague, And shakes me at his pleasure, friend I can Forget my selfe in priuate, but else where, I pray do you remember me. Oh very well sir—I conster my selfe sawcy! What hast beene, Of what profession. A bone-setter! A bone-setter! A bawde my Lord, One that setts bones togither. Notable bluntnesse? Fit, fit for me, e'en traynd vp to my hand Thou hast beene Scriuener to much knauery then. Foole, to abundance sir; I haue beene witnesse To the surrenders of a thousand virgins, And not so little, I haue seene Patrimonyes washt a peices Fruit-feilds turnd into bastards, And in a world of Acres, Not so much dust due to the heire t'was left too As would well grauell a petition Fine villaine? troth I like him wonderously Hees e'en shapt for my purpose, then thou knowst Ith world strange lust. O Dutch lust! fulsome lust! Druncken procrearion, which begets, so many drunckards; Some father dreads not (gonne to bedde in wine) to slide from the mother, And cling the daughter-in-law, Some Vncles are adulterous with their Neeces, Brothers with brothers wiues, O howre of Incest! Any kin now next to the Rim ath sister Is mans meate in these dayes, and in the morning When they are vp and drest, and their maske on, Who can perceiue this? saue that eternall eye That see's through flesh and all, well:—If any thing be dambd? It will be twelue a clock at night; that twelue Will neuer scape; It is the Iudas of the howers; wherein, Honest saluation is betrayde to sin, Introth it is too? but let this talke glide It is our bloud to erre, tho hell gapte lowde Ladies know Lucifer fell, yet still are proude! Now sir? wert thou as secret as thou'rt subtil, And deepely fadomd into all estates I would embrace thee for a neere imployment, And thou shouldst swell in money, and be able To make lame beggers crouch to thee. My Lord? Secret? I nere had that disease ath mother I praise my father: why are men made closse? But to keepe thoughts in best, I grant you this Tell but some woman a secret ouer night, Your doctor may finde it in the vrinall ith morning, But my Lord. So, thou'rt confirmd in mee And thus I enter thee. This Indian diuill, Will quickly enter any man: but a Vsurer, He preuents that, by entring the diuill first.