Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I think I was not blessed this morning when I rose: for through my forgetfulness I have left behind me in my study the breviates of all my causes, and now the senate is feign to dance attendance on my leisure, fie, fie, fie. Nay if he smell nothing but papers, I care not for his dry foot hunting, nor shall I need to puff pepper in his nostrils, but see he comes again. I think the devil have laid his horns in my way. Yes, and if you had wit you might conjure him out of your wives closet. Sancte benedicite, what have we here, hath the golden snake cast his skin upon my bed, go toe wife, I smell I smell, me thinks your plain rug should not agree with this rich counterpoint. Husband, either I have fitted you now, or else I shall never fit you whilst I breath. You oft have told me, that like those of your rank, Who both adorn their credits and themselves, Yea even their causes with their costly clothes, Yourself in like sort would strive to imitate, And now my neighbour here hath brought this suit, Which if you please to buy, 'tis better cheap Then ere 'twas made by full five thousand crowns. sayst thou me so wench, a kiss for that i'faith, Fore God it is a delicate fine suit, rich stuff, rare work, and of the newest fashion; nay if the senates business were never so hasty, I will stay to try it on, come, help good wenches help, so there, there there. 'Sfoot will the ox put on the Lions hide, He will, he will, 'tis more than excellent, So gild the tomb which holds but rottenness, Laughter I fear will burst me, look how he struts, O God that ever any man should look Upon this mammet and not laugh at him, Fit fit: excellent fit as though, The body it was made for wore my mould, Wife I will have it, we'll dispute no price. Master Orator, the senate are set, and can dispatch no causes through your absence, therefore they earnestly entreat your presence. I come, I come, good friend go say I come, And wife see that you pay for this suit, what so ere it cost. Not above making you cuckolded, that's the most. What is he gone? He is. Why then come forth poor naked Lord. What is he gone, may the devil and his horns both follow him. He is gone: but yet he hath discovered your treason. How? Yes, and in revenge thereof hath vowed, that in this naked sort as you are, you shall do penance through the city for your sin of unchastity. I pray thee leave thy woman's phrase, and speak like a man, plainly, plainly. Then plainly thus, he is gone and hath taken away your apparel. Upon what accident?
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I thinke I was not blest this morning when I rose: for through my forgetfulnes I haue left behind me in my study the breuiates of all my causes, and now the Senat is faine to daunce attendance on my leasure, fy, fy, fy. Nay if he smell nothing but papers, I care not for his dry foote hunting, nor shall I neede to puffe pepper in his nostrils, but see hee comes againe. I thinke the Diuell haue laid his hornes in my way. Yes, and if you had wit you might coniure him out of your wiues closet. Sancte benedicite, what haue we heere, hath the golden snake cast his skinne vpon my bed, go toe wife, I smell I smell, mee thinkes your plaine rug should not agree with this rich counterpoint. Husband, either I haue fitted you now, or else I shall neuer fit you whilst I breath. You oft haue told me, that like those of your ranke, Who both adorne their credits and them selues, Yea euen their causes with their costly cloaths, Your selfe in like sort would striue to imitate, And now my neighbour heere hath brought this suite, Which if you please to buy, tis better cheape Then ere t'was made by full fiue thousand crownes. Saist thou me so wench, a kisse for that ifaith, Fore God it is a delicate fine suite, rich stuffe, rare worke, and of the newest fashion; nay if the Senats businesse were neuer so hasty, I will stay to try it on, come, help good wenches helpe, so there, there there. Sfoote will the oxe put on the Lions hyde, He will, he will, tis more then excellent, So guild the tombe which holds but rottennes, Laughter I feare will burst me, looke how hee struts, O God that euer any man should looke Vpon this maumet and not laugh at him, Fit fit: excellent fit as though, The body it was made for wore my mould, Wife I will haue it, weele dispute no price. Master Orator, the Senat are set, and can dispatch no causes through your absence, therfore they earnestly intreat your presence. I come, I come, good friend go say I come, And wife see that you pay for this suite, what so ere it cost. Not aboue making you cuckold, thats the most. What is he gone? He is. Why then come forth poore naked Lord. What is he gone, may the Diuell and his hornes both follow him. He is gone: but yet he hath discouered your treason. How? Yes, and in reuenge thereof hath vow'd, that in this naked sort as you are, you shall doe penance through the Citie for your sinne of vnchastitie. I pray thee leaue thy womans phrase, and speake like a man, plainly, plainly. Then plainly thus, he is gone and hath taken away your apparell. Vpon what accident?