The Roaring Girl, or Moll Cutpurse · chunk 4 of 47
Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men · Fortune T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.72 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I'll show you all, Since we are met, make our parting Comical. This gentleman (my friend) will take his leave Sir. Ha, take his leave (Sebastian) who? This gentleman. Your love sir, has already given me some time, And if you please to trust my age with more, It shall pay double interest: Good sir stay. I have been too bold. Not so sir. A merry day 'mongst friends being spent, is better than gold saved. Some wine, some wine. Where be these knaves I keep. At your worshipful elbow, sir. You are kissing my maids, drinking, or fast asleep. Your worship has given it us right. You varlets stir, Chairs, stools and cushions: prithee sir Davy Dapper, Make that chair thine. 'tis but an easy gift, And yet I thank you for it sir, I'll take it. A chair for old sir Adam Appleton. A back friend to your worship. marry good Neatfoot, I thank thee for it: back friends sometimes are good. Pray make that stool your perch, good M. Goshawk. I stoop to your lure sir. Son Sebastian, Take Master Greenwit to you. Sit dear friend. Nay master Laxton— furnish master Laxton With what he wants (a stone) a stool I would say, a stool. I had rather stand sir. I know you had (good M. Laxton.) So, so— Now here's a mess of friends, and (gentlemen) Because Time's glass shall not be running long, I'll quicken it with a pretty tale. Good tales do well, In these bad days, where vice does so excel. Begin sir Alexander. Last day I met An aged man upon whose head was scored, A debt of just so many years as these, Which I owe to my grave, the man you all know. His name I pray you sir. Nay you shall pardon me, But when he saw me (with a sigh that broke, Or seemed to break his heartstrings) thus he spoke: Oh my good knight, says he, (and then his eyes Were richer even by that which made them poor, They had spent so many tears they had no more.) Oh sir (says he) you know it, for you ha' seen Blessings to rain upon mine house and me: Fortune (who slaves men) was my slave: her wheel Hath spun me golden threads, for I thank heaven, I near had but one cause to curse my stars, I asked him then, what that one cause might be. So Sir. He paused, and as we often see, A sea so much becalmed, there can be found No wrinkle on his brow, his waves being drowned In their own rage: but when th'imperious wind, Use strange invisible tyranny to shake Both heavens and earth's foundation at their noise: The seas swelling with wrath to part that fray Rise up, and are more wild, more mad, than they. even so this good old man was by my question Stirred up to roughness, you might see his gall Flow even in's eyes: then grew he fantastical.
nodes 167–234 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 47 in this edition
Length
504 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I'le shew you all, Since we are met, make our parting Comicall. This gentleman (my friend) will take his leaue Sir. Ha, take his leaue (Sebastian) who? This gentleman. Your loue sir, has already giuen me some time, And if you please to trust my age with more, It shall pay double interest: Good sir stay. I haue beene too bold. Not so sir. A merry day Mongst friends being spent, is better then gold sau'd. Some wine, some wine. Where be these knaues I keepe. At your worshipfull elbow, sir. You are kissing my maids, drinking, or fast asleep. Your worship has giuen it vs right. You varlets stirre, Chaires, stooles and cushions: pre'thee sir Dauy Dapper, Make that chaire thine. Tis but an easie gift, And yet I thanke you for it sir, I'le take it. A chaire for old sir Adam Appleton. A backe friend to your worship. Mary good Neatfoot, I thanke thee for it: backe friends sometimes are good. Pray make that stoole your pearch, good M. Goshawke. I stoope to your lure sir. Sonne Sebastian, Take Maister Greenewit to you. Sit deere friend. Nay maister Laxton—furnish maister Laxton With what he wants (a stone) a stoole I would say, a stoole. I had rather stand sir. I know you had (good M. Laxton.) So, so— Now heres a messe of friends, and (gentlemen) Because times glasse shall not be running long, I'le quicken it with a pretty tale. Good tales do well, In these bad dayes, where vice does so excell. Begin sir Alexander. Last day I met An aged man vpon whose head was scor'd, A debt of iust so many yeares as these, Which I owe to my graue, the man you all know. His name I pray you sir. Nay you shall pardon me, But when he saw me (with a sigh that brake, Or seem'd to breake his heart-strings) thus he spake: Oh my good knight, saies he, (and then his eies Were richer euen by that which made them poore, They had spent so many teares they had no more.) Oh sir (saies he) you know it, for you ha seene Blessings to raine vpon mine house and me: Fortune (who slaues men) was my slaue: her wheele Hath spun me golden threads, for I thanke heauen, I nere had but one cause to curse my starres, I ask't him then, what that one cause might be. So Sir. He paus'd, and as we often see, A sea so much becalm'd, there can be found No wrinckle on his brow, his waues being drownd In their owne rage: but when th'imperious wind, Vse strange inuisible tyranny to shake Both heauens and earths foundation at their noyse: The seas swelling with wrath to part that fray Rise vp, and are more wild, more mad, then they. Euen so this good old man was by my question Stir'd vp to roughnesse, you might see his gall Flow euen in's eies: then grew he fantasticall.