Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
My fine Flittermouse, My Bird o'the night; we'll tickle it at the Pigeons, When we have all, and may unlock the Trunks, And say, this's mine, and thine, and thine, and mine— What now, a billing? Yes, a little exalted In the good passage of our Stock-affairs. Drugger has brought his Parson, take him in, Subtle, And send him back again, to wash his face. I will: and shave himself? If you can get him. You are hot upon it Face, what ere it is. A trick, that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by. Is he gone? The Chaplain waits you i'the hall, Sir. I'll go bestow him. he'll now marry her, instantly. He cannot yet, he is not ready. Dear Dol, cozen her of all thou canst. To deceive him Is no deceit, but justice; that would break Such an inextricable tie as ours was. Let me alone to fit him. Come my Venturers. You ha' packed up all? Where be the Trunks? Bring forth. Here. Let's see 'hem. Where's the Money? Here, In this. Mammon's ten pound: Eight score before. The brethren's money, this. Druggers and Dappers. What Paper's that? The jewel of the waiting Maids, That stole it from her Lady, to know certain— If she should have precedence of her Mistress? Yes. What box is that? The Fishwives rings, I think. And th'alewives single money. Is't not Dol? Yes; and the whistle, that the sailors wife Brought you, to know, and her Husband were with Ward. we'll wet it to morrow: and our Silver-beakers, And Tavern cups. Where be the French Petticoats, And Girdles, and Hangers? Here, i'the Trunk, And the Bolts of Lawn. Is Druggers Damask, there? And the Tobacco? Yes. Give me the Keys. Why you the Keys? No matter, Dol, because We shall not open 'em, before he comes. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed, Nor have 'em forth. Do you see? Not forth, Dol. No? No my Smock-rampant. The right is, my Master Knows all, has pardoned me, and he will keep 'hem. Doctor 'tis true (you look) for all your Figures. I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore good Partners, Both He and She, be satisfied. For here Determines the Indenture tripartite Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can do Is to help you over the wall, o'the backside; Or lend you a sheet, to save your Velvet Gown, Doll. Here will be Officers presently; bethink you, Of some course suddenly to scape the Dock, For thither you'll come else. Hark you, Thunder. You are a precious fiend! Open the door. Dol, I am sorry for thee i'faith. But hearst thou? It shall go hard, but I will place thee somewhere: Thou shalt ha'my Letter to Mrs Amo. Hang you— Or Madam Imperial. Pox upon you, Rogue, Would I had but time to beat thee. Subtle, Let's know where you set up next; I'll send you A Customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: What new course ha' you?
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502 words · 753 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
My fine Flitter-mouse, My Bird o'the night; wee'll tickle it at the Pigeons, When we haue all, and may vnlock the Trunks, And say, this's mine, and thine, and thine, and mine— What now, a billing? Yes, a little exalted In the good passage of our Stock-affaires. Drugger has brought his Parson, take him in, Subtle, And send him back againe, to wash his face. I will: and shaue himselfe? If you can get him. You are hote vpon it Face, what ere it is. A trick, that Dol shall spend ten pound a month by. Is he gone? The Chaplaine waites you i'the hall, Sir. I'll goe bestow him. Hee'll now marry her, instantly. He cannot yet, he is not ready. Deare Dol, Cosen her of all thou canst. To deceiue him Is no deceipt, but Iustice; that would breake Such an inextricable tye as ours was. Let me alone to fit him. Come my Venturers. You ha' pack'd vp all? Where be the Trunkes? Bring forth. Here. Let's see 'hem. Where's the Money? Here, In this. Mammons tenne pound: Eight score before. The Brethrens mony, this. Druggers and Dappers. What Paper's that? The Iewell of the waiting Maides, That stole it from her Lady, to know certaine— If she should haue precedence of her Mistresse? Yes. What boxe is that? The Fish-wiues rings, I thinke. And th'Alewiues single mony. Is't not Dol? Yes; and the whistle, that the Saylors wife Brought you, to know, and her Husband were with Ward. Wee'll wet it to morrow: and our Siluer-beakers, And Tauerne cups. Where be the French Peticoats, And Girdles, and Hangers? Here, i'the Trunke, And the Bolts of Lawne. Is Druggers Damaske, there? And the Tobacco? Yes. Giue me the Keyes. Why you the Keyes? No matter, Dol, because We shall not open 'hem, before he comes. 'Tis true, you shall not open them, indeed, Nor haue 'hem forth. Doe you see? Not forth, Dol. No? No my Smock-rampant. The right is, my Master Knowes all, has pardon'd me, and he will keepe 'hem. Doctor 'tis true (you looke) for all your Figures. I sent for him, indeed. Wherefore good Partners, Both He and She, be satisfied. For here Determines the Indenture tripartite Twixt Subtle, Dol, and Face. All I can doe Is to helpe you ouer the wall, o'the backside; Or lend you a sheet, to saue your Veluet Gowne, Doll. Here will be Officers presently; bethinke you, Of some course sodainly to scape the Dock, For thether you'll come else. Harke you, Thunder. You are a precious fiend! Open the dore. Dol, I am sorry for thee i-faith. But hearst thou? It shall goe hard, but I will place thee somewhere: Thou shalt ha'my Letter to Mrs Amo. Hang you— Or Madame Imperiall. Poxe vpon you, Rogue, Would I had but time to beate thee. Subtle, Let's know where you set vp next; I'll send you A Customer, now and then, for old acquaintance: What new course ha' you?