Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Oh me? oh most unhappy Gentleman? I am not worthy to have friends stirred up, Whose hands may help me in this plunge of want: I would I were in heaven to inherit there, th'immortal birthright which my saviour keeps, And by no unthrift can be bought and sold, For here on earth, what pleasures should we trust? To rid you from these contemplations, Three hundred pounds you shall receive of me, Nay five for fail, come sir, the sight of Gold Is the most sweet receipt for melancholy, And will revive your spirits, you shall hold law With your proud adversaries, Tush, let Frank Acton Wage with Knighthood like expense with me, And he will sink, he will: nay, good Sir Charles Applaud your Fortune, and your fair escape, From all these perils. Oh Sir, they have undone me: Two thousand and five hundred pound a year My father at his death possessed me of, All which the envious Acton made me spend: And notwithstanding all this large expense, I had much ado to gain my liberty: And I have now only a house of pleasure With some five hundred pounds, reserved Both to maintain me and my loving sister. That must I have: it lies convenient for me, If I can fasten but one finger on him, With my full hand I'll gripe him to the heart. 'tis not for love I proffered him this coin, But for my gain and pleasure: come Sir Charles, I know you have need of money, take my offer. Sir I accept it, and remain indebted Even to the best of my unable power: Come Gentlemen and see it tendered down. I am a villain, if I apprehend But such a thought, than to attempt the deed: Slave, thou art damned without redemption; I'll drive away this passion with a song, A song, ha, ha, a song as if fond man Thy eyes could swim in laughter, when thy soul Lies drenched and drowned in red tears of blood. I'll pray, and see if God within my heart Plant better thoughts? why prayers are meditations, And when I meditate oh God forgive me It is on her divine perfections. I will forget her, I will arm myself Not to entertain a thought of love to her, And when I come by chance into her presence I'll have these balls until my eyestrings crack, From being pulled and drawn to look that way, O, God? O, God? with what a violence I am hurried to my own destruction, There goest thou the most perfectest man That ever England bred a Gentleman, And shall I wrong his bed, thou God of Thunder, Stay in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great Almighty, and all judging hand, From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a Traitor to his friend. Did your worship call?
nodes 424–484 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 33 in this edition
Length
482 words · 604 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.836 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh me? oh most vnhappy Gentleman? I am not worthy to haue friends stird vp, Whose hands may helpe me in this plunge of want: I would I were in heauen to inherit there, Thimortal birth-right which my sauior keeps, And by no vnthrift can be bought and sold, For here on earth, what pleasures should we trust? To rid you from these contemplations, Three hundred pounds you shal receiue of me, Nay fiue for faile, come sir, the sight of Gold Is the most sweet receipt for melancholy, And wil reuiue your spirits, you shal hold law With your proud aduersaries, Tsh, let Franke Acto Wage with Knighthood like expence with me, And he wil sinke, he wil: nay, good Sir Charles Applaud your Fortune, and your faire escape, From al these perils. Oh Sir, they haue vndone me: Two thousand and fiue hundred pound a yeare My father at his death possest me of, All which the enuious Acton made me spend: And notwithstanding all this large expence, I had much ado to gaine my liberty: And I haue now onely a house of pleasure With some fiue hundred pounds, reserued Both to maintaine me and my louing sister. That must I haue: it lies conuenient for me, If I can fasten but one finger on him, With my ful hand Ile gripe him to the hart. Tis not for loue I proferd him this coyne, But for my gaine and pleasure: come Sir Charles, I know you haue need of mony, take my offer. Sir I accept it, and remaine indebted Euen to the best of my vnable power: Come Gentlemen and see it tendred downe. I am a villan, if I apprehend But such a thought, then to attempt the deed: Slaue, thou art damnd without redemption; Ile driue away this passion with a song, A song, ha, ha, a song as if fond man Thy eies could swim in laughter, when thy soule Lies drencht and drownd in red teares of blood. Ie pray, and see if God within my hart Plant better thoughts? why prayers are meditations, And when I meditate oh God forgiue me It is on her diuine perfections. I will forget hir, I wil arme my selfe Not to entertaine a thought of loue to her, And when I come by chance into hir presence Ile hae these bals vntil my eye-strings cracke, From being puld and drawne to looke that way, O, God? O, God? with what a violence I am hurried to my owne destruction, There goest thou the most perfectst man That euer England bred a Gentleman, And shal I wrong his bed, thou God of Thunder, Stay in thy thoughts of vengeance and of wrath, Thy great Almighty, and all Iudging hand, From speedy execution on a villain, A villain, and a Traitor to his friend. Did your worship cal?