Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
And, quite divert the torrent, Upon the innocent. Yes, and to make So rare a music out of discords— Right. That, yet, to me's the strangest! how th' hast borne it! That these (being so divided 'mongst themselves) Should not sent somewhat, or in me, or thee, Or doubt their own side. True, they will not see't. Too much light blinds 'em, I think. Each of'em Is so possessed, and stuffed with his own hopes, That any thing, unto the contrary, Never so true, or never so apparent, Never so palpable, they will resist it— Like a temptation of the devil. Right, sir. Merchant's may talk of trade, and your great signiors Of land, that yields well; but if Italy Have any glebe, more fruitful, than these fellows, I am deceived. Did not your Advocate rare? O (my most honoured fathers, my grave fathers, Under correction of your fatherhoods, What face of truth is, here? If these strange deeds May pass, most honoured fathers—) I had much ado To forbear laughing. 'T seemed to me, you sweat, sir. In troth, I did a little. But confess, sir, Were you not daunted? In good faith, I was A little in a mist; but not dejected: Never, but still myself. I think it, sir Now (so truth help me) I must needs say this, sir. And, out of conscience, for your advocate: He has taken pains, in faith, sir, and deserved, (In my poor judgement, I speak it, under favour, Not to contrary you, sir) very richly— Well— to be cozened. 'Troth, and I think so too, By that I heard him, in the latter end. O, but before, sir; had you heard him, first, Draw it to certain heads, then aggravate, Then use his vehement figures— I looked still, When he would shift a shirt; and, doing this Out of pure love, no hope of gain— 'Tis right. I cannot answer him, MOSCA, as I would, Not yet; but for thy sake, at thy entreaty, I will begin, e'en now, to vex 'em all: This very instant. Good, sir. Call the dwarf, And eunuch, forth. CASTRONE, NANO. Here. Shall we have a jig, now? What you please, sir. Go, straight give out, about the streets, you two, That I am dead; do it with constancy, Sadly, do you hear? impute it to the grief Of this late slander. What do you mean, sir? O, I shall have, instantly, my vulture, crow, Raven, come flying hither (on the news) To peck for carrion, my she-wolf, and all, Greedy, and full of expectation— And then to have it ravished from their mouths? 'Tis true, I will ha' thee put on a gown, And take upon thee, as thou wert mine heir; Show 'em a will: open that chest, and reach Forth one of those, that has the blanks. I'll straight Put in thy name. It will be rare, sir. ay, When they e'enegape, and find themselves deluded—
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And, quite diuert the torrent, Vpon the innocent. Yes, and to make So rare a musique out of discordes— Right. That, yet, to me's the strangest! how th' hast borne it! That these (being so diuided 'mongst themselues) Should not sent some-what, or in me, or thee, Or doubt their owne side. True, they will not see't. Too much light blinds 'hem, I thinke. Each of'hem Is so possest, and stuft with his owne hopes, That any thing, vnto the contrary, Neuer so true, or neuer so apparent, Neuer so palpable, they will resist it— Like a temptation of the diuell. Right, sir. Merchants may talke of trade, and your great signiors Of land, that yeelds well; but if Italy Haue any glebe, more fruitfull, then these fellowes, I am deceiu'd. Did not your Aduocate rare? O (my most honor'd fathers, my graue fathers, Vnder correction of your father-hoods, What face of truth is, here? If these strange deeds May passe, most honour'd fathers—) I had much a doe To forbeare laughing. 'T seem'd to mee, you sweat, sir. In troth, I did a little. But confesse, sir, Were you not daunted? In good faith, I was A little in a mist; but not deiected: Neuer, but still my selfe. I thinke it, sir Now (so truth helpe me) I must needes say this, sir. And, out of conscience, for your aduocate: He' has taken paines, in faith, sir, and deseru'd, (In my poore iudgement, I speake it, vnder fauour, Not to contrary you, sir) very richly— Well—to be cosen'd. 'Troth, and I thinke so too, By that I heard him, in the latter end. O, but before, sir; had you heard him, first, Draw it to certaine heads, then aggrauate, Then vse his vehement figures—I look'd still, When he would shift a shirt; and, doing this Out of pure loue, no hope of gaine— 'Tis right. I cannot answer him, MOSCA, as I would, Not yet; but for thy sake, at thy intreaty, I will beginne, eu'n now, to vexe 'hem all: This very instant. Good, sir. Call the dwarfe, And eunuch, forth. CASTRONE, NANO. Here. Shal we haue a jig, now? What you please, sir. Go, Streight giue out, about the streetes, you two, That I am dead; doe it with constancy, Sadly, doe you heare? impute it to the griefe Of this late slander. What doe you meane, sir? O, I shall haue, instantly, my vulture, crow, Rauen, come flying hither (on the newes) To peck for carrion, my shee-wolfe, and all, Greedy, and full of expectation— And then to haue it rauish'd from their mouthes? 'Tis true, I will ha' thee put on a gowne, And take vpon thee, as thou wert mine heire; Shew 'hem a will: open that chest, and reach Forth one of those, that has the blankes. I'le straight Put in thy name. It will be rare, sir. I, When they e'enegape, and finde themselues deluded—