Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Sir, you are his friend (I love him to) Propound a course which may advantage him, And you shall find such real worth in me, That rather then I'll live his hindrance, I will assume the most penurious state The City yields, to give me means of life. Why there's it, you hear her what she says, Would not he be damned that should forsake her, Says she not well, can you propound a course, To get my forfeit land, from yonder rogue, Parcel Lawyer, parcel Devil, all Knave, Thrate, throat. Not I. Why so, I thought as much, You are like our Citizens to men in need, Which cry 'tis pity, a proper Gentleman, Should want money, yet not an usuring slave, Will lend him a denier, to help his wants, Will you lend me forty shillings. I will. Why godamercy, there's some goodness in thee, You'll not repent. I will not. With that money I will redeem my forfeit land, and wed My cockatrice to a man of worship, To a man of worship by this light. But how? Thus in Ram-Alley lies a fellow, by name Throat: one that professeth law, but indeed Has neither law nor conscience, a fellow That never saw the bar, but when his life Was called in question for a cozenage, The Rogue is rich, to him go you, tell him That rich Sir Iohn Somerfield. How's that? Is lately dead, and that my hopes stand fair To get his only daughter. If I speed, And have but means to steal away the wench, Tell him I reckon him my chiefest friend, To entertain us till our nuptial rites May be accomplished, and could you but procure My elder brother meet me on the way, And but associate me unto his house, 'Twear hit i'faith, I'd give my cunning Throat An honest slit for all his tricks in law. Why this shall be performed, take there's my store, To friends all things are common. Then at the court There are none foes, for all things there are common. I will as carefully perform thy wish, As if my fortunes lay upon th'attempt. When shall I here from you. Within this hour Let me alone for the rest, if I gull not And go beyond my open throated lawyer, For all his book cases of Tricesimo nono And Quadragessimo octavo: let me Like waiting Gentlewomen be ever bound, To sit upon my heels, and pick rushes, Will you about this gear. With my best speed. Then fare you well, you'll meet me. Without fail. adieu: now you pernicious cockatrice, You see how I must skelder for your good, I'll bring you where you shall have means to cheat, If you have grace enough to apprehend it.
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Length
463 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, you are his friend (I loue him to) Propound a course which may aduantage him, And you shall finde such reall worth in me, That rather then Ile liue his hindrance, I will assume the most penurious state The Citty yeelds, to giue me meanes of life▪ Why ther's it, you heare her what she sayes, Would not he be damn'd that should forsake her, Sayes she not well, can you propound a course, To get my forfit land, from yonder roague, Parcell Lawyer, parcell Deuill, all Knaue, Thrate, throate. Not I. Why so, I thought as much▪ You are like our Cittizens to men in need, Which cry 'tis pitty, a propper Gentleman, Should want mony, yet not an vsuring slaue, VVill lend him a denier, to helpe his wants, Will you lend mee forty shillings. I will. VVhy God-amercy, there's some goodnesse in thee, Youle not repent. I will not. VVith that money I will redeeme my forfit land, and wed My Coccatrice to a man of worship, To a man of worship by this light. But how? Thus in Ramme-alley lies a fellow, by name Throte: one that professeth law, but indeed Has neither law nor conscience, a fellow That neuer saw the barre, but when his life Was cald in question for a coosenage, The Rogue is riche, to him go you, tell him That rich Sir Iohn Somerfield. How's that? Is lately dead, and that my hopes stand faire To get his onely daughter. If I speed, And haue but meanes to steale away the wench, Tell him I reckon him my chiefest friend, To entertaine vs till our nuptiall rites May be accomplisht, and could you but procure My elder brother meete me on the way, And but associate me vnto his house, 'Tweare hit ifaith, I'de giue my cunning Throte An honest slit for all his tricks in lawe. Why this shall be perform'd, take ther's my store, To friends all things are common. Then at the court There are none foes, for all things there are common. I will as carefully performe thy wish, As if my fortunes lay vpon th'attempt. When shall I heere from you. Within this houre Let me alone for the rest, if I gull not And go beyond my open throted lawyer, For all his booke cases of Tricesimo nono And Quadragessimo octauo: let mee Like waiting Gentlewomen be euer bound, To sit vpon my heeles, and pick rushes, Will you about this geere. With my best speed. Then fare you well, yole meete me. Without faile. Adue: now you pernicious Coccatrice, You see how I must skelder for your good, Ile bring you where you shall haue meanes to cheate, If you haue grace enough to apprehend it.