Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
You much mistake me. Come in faith you do: And let me tell you that's but ceremony, For though the Pie be broken up before, Yet says the proverb, the deeper is the sweeter. I should entreat your secrecy sir, fare you well. Nay good sir stay, if ought you can disclose Of Master Smallshanks good, let me partake, And make me glad in knowing his good hap. You much endear him sir, and from your love, I dare presume you make yourself a fortune If his fair hopes proceed. Say on good sir. You will be secret. Or be my tongue torn out. Measure for a Lawyer, but to the point Has stole Somerfield's heir hither 'a brings her As to a man on whom a may rely His life and fortunes: you hath a named Already for the Steward of his lands, To keep his Courts, and to collect his rent, To let out Leases and to raise his fines, Nothing that may, or love, or profit bring, But you are named the man. I am his slave And bound unto his noble courtesy- Even with my life, I ever said a would thrive, And I protest I kept his forfeit mortgage, To let him know what 'tis to live in want. I think no less, one word more in private. Good Master Dash shall I put you now a case. Speak on good Master Page. Then thus it is, Suppose I am a Page, he is my Master, My Master goes to bed and cannot tell What money's in his hose, I ere next day Have filched out some, what action lies for this. An action boy, called firking the Posteriors, With us your action seldom comes in question: For that 'tis known that most of your Gallants Are seldom so well stored, that they forget What money's in their hose, but if they have, There is no other help then swear the page And put him to his oath. Then fecks-law, Dost think that he has conscience to steal, Has not a conscience likewise to deny. Then hang him up i'faith. I must meet him, Commend me to them, come when they will, My doors stand open and all within is theirs And though ram stinks with Cooks and ale, Yet say there's many a worthy lawyers chamber, butts upon Ram-alley, I have still an open throat, If ought I have which may procure his good, Bid him command, ay, though it be my blood. Is this the place you were appointed to meet him. So Boutcher sent me word. I find it true, That wine, good news, and a young wholesome wench Cheer up an old man's blood, I tell thee boy, I am right hearty glad, to hear thy brother; Hath got so great an heir; now were myself, So well bestowed I should rejoice i'faith. I hope you shall do well.
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You much mistake me. Come in faith you do: And let me tell you thats but ceremony, For though the Pye bee broken vp before, Yet sayes the prouerbe, the deeper is the sweeter. I should intreat your secresie sir, fare you well. Nay good sir stay, if ought you can disclose Of Maister Smale-shankes good, let me pertake, And make me glad in knowing his good hap. You much indeere him sir, and from your loue, I dare presume you make your selfe a fortune If his fayre hopes proceede. Say on good sir. You will be secret. Or be my tongue torne out. Measure for a Lawyer, but to the poynt Has stole Somerfields heyre hether a brings her As to a man on whom a may rely His life and fortunes: you hath a named Already for the Steward of his lands, To keepe his Courts, and to collect his rent, To let out Leases and to rayse his fines, Nothing that may, or loue, or profit bring, But you are named the man. I am his slaue And bound vnto his noble curtesie- Euen with my life, I euer said a would thriue, And I protest I kept his forfeit morgage, To let him know what tis to liue in want. I thinke no lesse, one word more in priuate. Good Maister Dash shall I put you now a case. Speake on good Maister Page. Then thus it is, Suppose I am a Page, he is my Maister, My Maister goes to bed and cannot tell What mone's in his hose, I ere next day Haue filcht out some, what action lies for this. An action boy, cald firking the Posteriors, With vs your action sildome comes in question: For that tis knowne that most of your Gallants Are sildome so well stor'd, that they forget What mone'is in theyr hose, but if they haue, There is noe other helpe then sweare the page And put him to his oath. Then fecks-law, Dost thinke that he has conscience to steale, Has not a conscience likewise to deny. Then hange him vp ifayth. I must meete him, Commend me to them, come when they will, My dores stand open and all within is theirs And though Ramme stinks with Cookes and ale, Yet say thers many a worthy lawyers chamber, Buts vpon Rame-alley, I haue still an open throte, If ought I haue which may procure his good, Bid him command, I, though it be my blod. Is this the place you were appoynted to meete him. Soe Boutcher sent me word. I find it true, That wine, good newes, and a young holsome wentch Chere vp an old mans bloud, I tel thee boy, I am right harty glad, to heare thy brother; Hath got so great an heire; now were my selfe, So well bestowed I should reioyce ifaith. I hope you shall doe well.