Histriomastix, or The Player Whipped · chunk 11 of 25
Marston, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1599 [1598-1599] (Annals) moral · Unknown T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
No Steward with discharge shall us disgrace, Why all the Lords have now cashiered their trains. But we have served his father in the field. What, think they boys can serve to beard their foes? Be patient fellow, seest thou not my Lord? What an I see him? puppet prating ape? We are no stocks, but we can feel disgrace. Not tongueless blocks, but since we feel, we'll speak. What a coil keeps those fellows there? These impudent audacious serving-men, Scarcely believe your honours late discharge. Believe it? by this sword and buckler no, Stripped of our liveries, and discharged thus? Walk sirs, nay walk; awake ye drowsy drones, That long have sucked the honey from my hives; Be gone ye greedy beef-eaters you're best: The Callis Cormorants from Dover road, Are not so chargeable as you to feed. 'Tis true my Lord, they carelessly devour. In faith good fellows get some other trade, Ye live but idle in the commonwealth. Broke we not house up, you would break our backs. We break your backs? no 'tis your rich laced suits, And straight laced mutton; those break all your backs. Cease Ruffians, with your swords and bucklers, hence. For service, this is savage recompense. Your Father's bought lands and maintained men? You sell your lands, and scarce keep rascal boys, Who Apelike jet, in guarded coats; are whipped For mocking men? though with a shameless face, Yet graceless boys can never men disgrace. Desertful virtue: O impiety! My Lord Philarchus, follow all my course, I keep a tailor, Coachman, and a Cook, The rest for their board-wages may go look, A thousand pound a year, will so be saved For reveling, and banqueting and plays. Plays, well remembered, we will have a play, Steward let's have Sir Olliver Owlets men, Philarchus, I mislike your fashion? Faith I'll fly into't with a sweeping wing, methinks your honour's hose sit very well, And yet this fashion is grown so stale; Your hat is of a better block than mine. Is on a better block, your Lordship means; Without all question 'tis, he that denies, Either he hath no judgement or no eyes. Your lordships doublet-skirt is short and neat, Who sits there, finds the more uneasy seat; My Lords, your Supper stays; 'tis eight o'clock, What, is't so late, that fashion's not so good. Of our three jewels (sir) which likes you best? An excellent piece, this those excels as far, As glorious Titan stains a silly Start; Tush, be not partial, but peruse mine well, See you not proud Ulysses carrying spoils; The rest are but (to this) in sooth base foils, And yet they all are rich and wondrous fair, But trash; I'll have a jewel Amethyst, Whose beauty shall strike blind the gazer's Eye; I'll put it down, one promised to devise A Globelike jewel cut transparently, And in the place of fixed stars, to set The richest stones that mightiest sums could get.
nodes 692–755 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 25 in this edition
Length
495 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No Steward with discharge shall vs disgrace, Why all the Lords haue now cashierd their traines. But we haue seru'd his father in the field. What, thinke they boyes can serue to beard their foes? Be patient fellow, seest thou not my Lord? What an I see him? puppet prating ape? We are no stocks, but we can feele disgrace. Not tonglesse blocks, but since we feele, weele speak. What a coyle keepes those fellows there? These impudent audatious seruing-men, Scarcely beleeue your honours late discharge. Beleeue it? by this sword and buckler no, Stript of our liueries, and discharged thus? Walke sirs, nay walke; awake yee drowsie drones, That long haue suckt the honney from my hiues; Be gone yee greedy beefe-eaters y' are best: The Callis Cormorants from Douer roade, Are not so chargeable as you to feed. 'Tis true my Lord, they carelesly deuoure. In faith good fellowes get some other trade, Yee liue but idle in the common-wealth. Broke we not house vp, you would breake our backs. We breake your backs? no 'tis your rich lac'd sutes, And straight lac'd mutton; those breake all your backs. Cease Ruffians, with your swords and bucklers, hence. For seruice, this is sauage recompence. Your Fathers bought lands and maintained men? You sell your lands, and scarse keepe rascall boyes, Who Ape-like iet, in garded coates; are whipt For mocking men? though with a shamlesse face, Yet gracelesse boyes can neuermen disgrace. Desertfull vertue: O impiety! My Lord Philarchus, follow all my course, I keepe a Taylor, Coach-man, and a Cooke, The rest for their boord-wages may goe looke, A thousand pound a yeare, will so be sau'd For reuelling, and banquetting and playes. Playes, well remembred, we will haue a play, Steward lets haue Sir Olliuer Owlets men, Philarchus, I mislike your fashion? Faith Ile fly intoo't with a sweeping wing, Me thinkes your honours hose sit very well, And yet this fashion is growne so stale; Your hat is of a better blocke then mine. Is on a better block, your Lordship meanes; Without all question tis, he that denies, Either he hath no iudgement or no eyes. Your Lord-ships doublet-skirt is short and neate, Who sits there, finds the more vneasie seate; My Lords, your Supper staies; tis eight a clock, What, is't so late, that fashion's not so good. Of our three Iewells (sir) which likes you best? An excellent piece, this those excells as sarre, As glorious Tytan staines a silly Starte; Tush, be not partiall, but pervse mine well, See you not proud Vlisses carrying spoyles; The rest are but (to this) in sooth base foyles, And yet they all are ritch and wondrous faire, But trash; Ile haue a Iewell Amatist, Whose beauty shall strike blind the gazers Eye; Ile put it downe, one promisd to deuise A Globelike Iewell cut transparently, And in the place of fixed starres, to set The richest stones that mightiest summes could get.