Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I trust thee, MOSCA. As your own soul, sir. MOSCA. Now for your business, sir. How? ha' you business? Yes, yours, sir. O, none else? None else, not I. Be careful then. Rest you, with both your eyes, sir. Dispatch it. Instantly. And look, that all, Whatever, be put in, jewels, plate, moneys, Householdstuff, bedding, cortines. Cortine-rings, sir, Only, the Advocates see must be deducted. I'll pay him, now: you'll be too prodigal. Sir, I must tender it. Two cecchines is well? No, six, sir. 'Tis too much. He talked a great while, You must consider that, sir. Well, there's three— I'll give it him. Do so, and there's for thee. Bountiful bones! What horrid strange offence Did he commit 'gainst nature, in his youth, Worthy this age? you see, sir, how I work Unto your ends; take you no notice. No, I'll leave you. All, is yours; the devil, and all: Good Advocate. Madame, I'll bring you home. No, I'll go see your patron. That you shall not: I'll tell you, why. My purpose is, to urge My patron to reform his will; and, for The zeal you have shown today, whereas before You were but third, or, fourth, you shall be now Put in the first: which would appear as begged, If you were present. Therefore— You shall sway me. WEll, I am here; and all this brunt is past: I ne'er was in dislike with my disguise, Till this fled moment; here, 'twas good, in private, But, in your public, Cave, whilst I breath. 'Fore god, my left leg 'gan to have the cramp; And I apprehended, straight, some power had struck me With a dead palsy: well, I must be merry, And shake it off. A many of these fears Would put me into some villainous disease, Should they come thick upon me: I'll prevent 'em. Give me a bowl of lusty wine, to fright This humour from my heart; (hum, hum, hum) 'Tis almost gone, already: I shall conquer. Any device, now, of rare, ingenious knavery, That would possess me with a violent laughter, Would make me up, again! So, so, so, so. This heat is life; 'tis blood, by this time: MOSCA! HOw now, sir? does the day look clear again? Are we recovered? and wrought out of error, Into our way? to see our path, before us? Is our trade free, once more? Exquisite MOSCA! Was it not carried learnedly? And stoutly. Good wits are greatest in extremities. It were a folly, beyond thought, to trust Any grand act unto a cowardly spirit: You are not taken with it, enough, methinks? O, more, than if I had enjoyed the wench: The pleasure of all womankind's not like it. Why, now you speak, sir. We must, here be fixed; Here, we must rest; this is our masterpiece: We cannot think, to go beyond this. True, Thou hast played thy prize, my precious MOSCA. Nay, sir, To gull the court—
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I trust thee, MOSCA. As your owne soule, sir. MOSCA. Now for your businesse, sir. How? ha' you business? Yes, yours, sir. O, none else? None else, not I. Be carefull then. Rest you, with both your eyes, sir. Dispatch it. Instantly. And looke, that all, What-euer, be put in, iewels, plate, moneyes, Household-stuffe, bedding, cortines. Cortine-rings, sir, Onely, the Aduocates see must be deducted. I'le pay him, now: you'll be too prodigall. Sir, I must tender it. Two cecchines is well? No, six, sir. 'Tis too much. He talk'd a great while, You must consider that, sir. Well, there's three— I'le giue it him. Doe so, and there's for thee. Bountifull bones! What horride strange offence Did he commit 'gainst nature, in his youth, Worthy this age? you see, sir, how I worke Vnto your ends; take you no notice. No, I'le leaue you. All, is yours; the deuill, and all: Good Aduocate. Madame, I'le bring you home. No, I'le goe see your patron. That you shall not: I'le tell you, why. My purpose is, to vrge My patron to reforme his will; and, for The zeale you' haue shew'n to day, whereas before You were but third, or, fourth, you shall be now Put in the first: which would appeare as beg'd, If you were present. Therefore— You shall sway me. WEll, I am here; and all this brunt is past: I ne're was in dislike with my disguise, Till this fled moment; here, 'twas good, in priuate, But, in your publike, Caue, whil'st I breathe. 'Fore god, my left legge 'gan to haue the crampe; And I apprehended, straight, some power had strooke me With a dead palsey: well, I must be merry, And shake it off. A many of these feares Would put me into some villanous disease, Should they come thick vpon me: I'le preuent 'hem. Giue me a boule of lustie wine, to fright This humor from my heart; (hum, hum, hum) 'Tis almost gone, already: I shall conquer. Any deuice, now, of rare, ingenious knauery, That would possesse me with a violent laughter, Would make me vp, againe! So, so, so, so. This heate is life; 'tis bloud, by this time: MOSCA! HOw now, sir? do's the day looke cleare againe? Are we recouer'd? and wrought out of error, Into our way? to see our path, before vs? Is our trade free, once more? Exquisite MOSCA! Was it not carry'd learnedly? And stoutly. Good wits are greatest in extremities. It were a folly, beyond thought, to trust Any grand act vnto a cowardly spirit: You are not taken with it, enough, me thinkes? O, more, then if I had enioy'd the wench: The pleasure of all woman-kind's not like it. Why, now you speake, sir. We must, here be ixt; Here, we must rest; this is our master-peece: We cannot thinke, to goe beyond this. True, Thou 'hast playd thy prise, my precious MOSCA. Nay, sir, To gull the court—