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 0.74 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Ioue and Priapus speed you, you'll return. Instantly. Why this came cleanly off. Give me the chain, you little Cockatrice, Why this was luck, foot four hundred crowns Got at a clap, hold still your own you whore, And we shall thrive. 'twas bravely fetched about. ay, when will your nose and beard perform as much. I am glad he is gone, a put me to the blush When a did ask me of rich Somerfield's death. And took not I my q: was't not good, Did I not bring you off, you arrant drab, Without a counterbuff? look who comes here, And three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men be we a. Still in this vain, I have done you service, The lawyer's house will give you entertainment, Bountiful and free. O nay second self, Come let me buss thy beard, we are all made, Why are so melancholy, dost want money? Look here's gold, and as we pass along, I'll tell thee how I got it, not a word But that she's Somerfield's heir, my brother Swallows it with more ease, than a Dutchman Does flapdragons: 'a comes, now to my Lawyers: Kiss my wife, good brother; she is a wench Was borne to make us all. I hope no less, You're welcome sister into these our parts, As I may say. Thanks gentle brother. Come now to Ram-alley. There shalt thou lie, Till I provide a Priest. O villainy! I think a will gull his whole generation, I must make one, since 'tis so well begun, I'll not forsake him, till his hopes be won. Then you're friends. We are, so please your worship. 'Tis well, I am glad, keep your money, for law Is like a butler's box: while you two strive, That picks up all your money, you are friends, We are so please you, both perfect friends. Why so, Now to the next Taphouse, there drink down this, And by the operation of the third pot. Quarrel again, and come to me for law: Fare you well. The Gods concern your wisdom. E. Ci. Why so, these are tricks of the long fifteens, To give counsel, and to take fees on both sides, To make 'em friends, and then to laugh at them. Why this thrives well, this is a common trick: When men have spent a deal of money in law, Than Lawyers make them friends: I have a trick To go beyond all these, if Small-shank come And bring rich Somerfield's heir, I say no more, But 'tis within this sconce to go beyond them. Here are Gentlemen in haste would speak with you. What are they? I cannot know them sir They are so wrapped in Cloaks. Have they a woman? Yes sir, but she's Masked, and in her riding suit. Go, make haste, bring them up with reverence, Oh are they i'faith, has brought the wealthy heir: These stools and cushions stand not handsomely. Bless thee Throat. Master Small-shank welcome.
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504 words · 689 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.743 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Ioue and Priapus speed you, youle returne. Instantly. VVhy this came cleanly off. Giue me the chaine, you little Cockatrice, VVhy this was luck, foote foure hundred crownes Got at a clap, hold still your owne you whore, And we shall thriue. T'was brauely fetcht about. I, when will your nose and beard performe as much. I am glad he is gon, a put me to the blush When a did aske me of ritch Somerfields death. And tooke not I my q: wast not good, Did I not bring you off, you arrant drab, Without a counterbuffe? looke who comes heere, And three merry men, and three merry men, And three merry men bee wee a. Still in this vaine, I haue done you seruice, The Lawyers house will giue you entertainment, Bountifull and free. O nay second selfe, Come let me busse thy beard, we are all made, Why are so melancholly, doost want money? Looke heer's gold, and as wee passe along, Ile tell thee how I got it, not a word But that shee's Somerfields heyre, my brother Swallowes it with more ease, then a Dutchman Does slap-Dragons: a comes, now to my Lawyers: Kisse my wife, good brother; shee is a wench Was borne to make vs all. I hope no lesse, Yo'are welcome sister into these our parts, As I may say. Thankes gentle brother. Come now to Ram-alley. There shalt thou lye, Till I prouide a Priest. O villany! I thinke a will gull his whole generation, I must make one, since 'tis so well begun, Ile not forsake him, till his hopes be wonne. Then y'are friends. We are, so please your worship. 'Tis well, I am glad, keepe your mony, for law Is like a Butlers box: while you two striue, That picks vp all your mony, you are friends, We are so please you, both perfit friends. Why so, Now to the next Tap-house, there drinke downe this, And by the opperation of the third pot. Quarrell againe, and come to mee for law: Fare you well. The Gods conserne your wisdom. E. Ci. Why so, these are tricks of the long fifteenes, To giue counsell, and to take fees on both sides, To make 'em friends, and then to laugh at them. Why this thriues well, this is a common trick: When men haue spent a deale of mony in law, Then Lawyers make them friends: I haue a trick To go beyond all these, if Small-shanke come And bring rich Somerfields heyre, I say no more, But 'tis within this skonse to goe beyond them. Here are Gentlemen in hast would speake with you. What are they? I cannot know them sir They are so wrapt in Cloakes. Haue they a woman? Yes sir, but shee's Maskt, and in her riding sute. Goe, make hast, bring them vp with reuerence, Oh are they ifaith, has brought the wealthy heire: These stooles and cushions stand not handsomly. Blesse thee Throte. Maister Smalshanke welcome.