Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Not to strangers, For those be they you must converse with, most; Others I would not know, sir, but, at distance, So as I still might be a saver, in 'em: You shall have tricks, else, passed upon you, hourly. And then, for your religion, profess none; But wonder, at the diversity of all; And, for your part, protest, were there no other But simply the laws o' th' land, you could content you: NIC: MACHIAVEL, and monsieur BODINE, both, Were of this mind. Then, must you learn the use, And handling of your silver fork, at meals; The metal of your glass: (these are main matters, With your Italian) and to know the hour, When you must eat your melons, and your figs. Is that a point of state, too? Here it is. For your Venetian, if he see a man Preposterous, in the least, he has him straight; He has: he strips him. I'll acquaint you, sir, I now have lived here ('tis some fourteen months) Within the first week, of my landing here, All took me for a citizen of Venice: I knew the forms, so well— And nothing else. I had read CONTARENE, took me a house, Dealt with my Jews, to furnish it with movables— Well, if I could but find one man, one man, To mine own heart, whom I durst trust, I would— What? what, sir? Make him rich; make him a fortune: He should not think, again. I would command it. As how? With certain projects, that I have: Which, I may not discover. If I had But one to wager with, I would lay odds, now, He tells me, instantly. One is, (and that I care not greatly, who knows) to serve the state Of Venice, with red herrings, for three years, And at a certain rate, from Rotterdam, Where I have correspondence. There's a letter, Sent me from one o'th' States, and to that purpose; He cannot write his name, but that's his mark. He is a chandler? No, a cheesemonger. There are some other too, with whom I treat, About the same negotiation; And, I will undertake it: For 'tis thus, I'll do't with ease, I have cast it all. Your hoy Carries but three men in her, and a boy; And she shall make me three returns, a year: So, if there come but one of three, I save, If two, I can defalk. But, this is now, If my main project fail. Then, you have others? I should be loath to draw the subtle air Of such a place, without my thousand aims. I'll not dissemble, sir, where ere I come, I love to be considerate; and, 'tis true, I have, at my free hours, thought upon Some certain goods, unto the state of Venice, Which I do call my cautions: and, sir, which I mean (in hope of pension) to propound To the great council, then unto the forty, So to the ten. My means are made already—
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Not to strangers, For those be they you must conuerse with, most; Others I would not know, sir, but, at distance, So as I still might be a fauer, in 'hem: You shall haue tricks, else, past vpon you, hourely. And then, for your religion, professe none; But wonder, at the diuersitie of all; And, for your part, protest, were there no other But simply the lawes o' th' land, you could content you: NIC: MACHIAVEL, and monsieur BODINE, both, Were of this minde. Then, must you learne the vse, And handling of your siluer forke, at meales; The mettall of your glasse: (these are maine matters, With your Italian) and to know the houre, When you must eat your melons, and your figges. Is that a point of state, too? Here it is. For your Venetian, if he see a man Preposterous, in the least, he has him straight; He has: he strippes him. I'le acquaint you, sir, I now haue liu'd here ('tis some fourteene monthes) Within the first weeke, of my landing here, All tooke me for a citizen of Venice: I knew the formes, so well— And nothing else. I had read CONTARENE, tooke me a house, Dealt with my Iewes, to furnish it with moueables— Well, if I could but finde one man, one man, To mine owne heart, whom I durst trust, I would— What? what, sir? Make him rich; make him a fortune: He should not thinke, againe. I would command it. As how? With certaine proiects, that I haue: Which, I may not discouer. If I had But one to wager with, I would lay odds, now, He tels me, instantly. One is, (and that I care not greatly, who knowes) to serue the state Of Venice, with red herrings, for three yeeres, And at a certaine rate, from Roterdam, Where I haue correspondence. There's a letter, Sent me from one o'th' States, and to that purpose; He cannot write his name, but that's his marke. He is a chaundler? No, a cheesemonger. There are some other too, with whom I treate, About the same negotiation; And, I will vndertake it: For 'tis thus, I'le do't with ease, I' haue cast it all. Your hoigh Carries but three men in her, and a boy; And she shall make me three returnes, a yeare: So, if there come but one of three, I saue, If two, I can defalke. But, this is now, If my mayne proiect faile. Then, you haue others? I should be loath to draw the subtill ayre Of such a place, without my thousand aymes. Ile not dissemble, sir, where ere I come, I loue to be consideratiue; and, 'tis true, I haue, at my free houres, thought vpon Some certaine goods, vnto the state of Venice, Which I doe call my cautions: and, sir, which I meane (in hope of pension) to propound To the great councell, then vnto the forty, So to the ten. My meanes are made already—