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 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Of courtesy resolve me one demand? What was he took the burden of my debts From off my back, stayed my appeal to death, discharged my fees, and brought me liberty? A courteous knight, one called sir Francis Acton. Acton. Ha: Acton. Oh me, more distressed in this Then all my troubles: hail me back, Double my irons, and my sparing meals Put into halves, and lodge me in a dungeon More deep, more dark, more cold, more comfortless. By action freed, not all thy manacles Could fetter so my heels, as this one word Hath thralled my heart, and it must now lie bond In more strict prison than thy stony jail: I am not free, I go but under bail. My charge is done sir, now I have my fees, As we get little, we will nothing lose. By Acton freed, my dangerous opposite, Why to what end? or what occasion? ha: Let me forget the name of enemy, And with indifference balance this hy favour; ha. His love to me, upon my soul 'tis so, That is the root from whence these strange things grow. Had this proceeded from my father he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of love, it had deserved My best employment to requite that grace? Had it proceeded from my friends, or him, From them this action had deserved my life, And from a stranger more, because from such There is less execution of good deeds: But he, nor father, nor ally, nor friend, More than a stranger both remote in blood, And in his heart opposed my enemy, That this high bounty should proceed from him? Oh there I lose myself, what should I say? What think? what do? his bounty to repay. you wonder I am sure whence this strange kindness proceeds in Acton, I will tell you Brother, He dotes on me, and oft hath sent me gifts, Letters and tokens, I refused them all. I have enough, though poor, my heart is set In one rich gift to pay back all my debt. This is the night, and I must play the tuch, To try two seeming Angels, where's my keys? They are made according to your mould in wax, I bade the Smith be secret, gave him money, And there they are. The Letter sir. True take it, there it is, And when thou seest me in my pleasantst vain Ready to sit to supper, bring it me. I'll dov, make no more question but I'll do't. Sirrah, 'tis six o'clock already stroke, Go bid them spread the cloth and serve in supper. It shallbe done forsooth: mistress where is Spigot the butler, to give us out salt and trenchers. We that have been a hunting all the day Come with prepared stomachs master Frankford, We wished you at our sport.
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Length
479 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (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)
Of curtesie resolue mee one demand? What was he tooke the burden of my debts From off my backe, staid my appeale to death, Dischard my fees, and brought me liberty? A curteous knight, one cald sir Francis Acton. Acton. Ha: Acton. Oh me, more distrest in this Then al my troubles: hale me backe, Dubble my yrons, and my sparing meales Put into halues, and lodge me in a dungeon More deepe, more darke, more cold, more comfortles. By action freed, not all thy manacles Could fetter so my heeles, as this one word Hath thrald my hart, and it must now lie bond In more strict prison then thy stony Iaile: I am not free, I go but vnder baile. My charge is done sir, now I haue my fees, As we get little, we wil nothing leese. By Acton freed, my dangerous opposite, Why to what end? or what occasion? ha: Let me forget the name of enemy, And with indifference ballance this hy fauor; ha. His loue to me, vpon my soule tis so, That is the root from whence these strange thinges grow. Had this proceeded from my father he That by the law of nature is most bound In offices of loue, it had deserued My best imploiment to requite that grace? Had it proceeded from my friends, or him, From them this action had deseru'd my life, And from a stranger more, because from such There is lesse execution of good deeds: But he, nor father, nor ally, nor friend, More then a stranger both remoat in blood, And in his hart oppos'd my enemy, That this hie bounty should proceed from him Oh there I loose my selfe, what should I say? What thinke? what do? his bounty to repaie. you wonder I am sure whence this strange kindnes proceeds in Acton, I wil tel you Brother, He dotes on me, and oft hah sent me guifts, Letters and tokens, I refus'd them al. I haue inough, though poor, my hart is set In one rich guift to pay backe al my debt. This is the night, and I must play the tuch, To try two seeming Angels, whers my keies? They are made according to your mold in wax, I bad the Smith be secret, gaue him mony, And there they are. The Letter sir. True take it, there it is, And when thou seest me in my pleasantst vaine Ready to sit to supper, bring it me. Ile doote, make no more question but Ile doot. Sirra, tis six a clocke already stroke, Go bid them spred the cloath and serue in supper. It shalbe done forsoth: mistris where is Spiggot the butler, to giue vs out salt and trenchers. We that haue bin a hunting all the day Come with prepard stomacks maister Frankeford, We wisht you at our sport.