Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
He will do more, sir, when your land is gone, (As men of spirit hate to keep earth long ( In a vacation, when small money is stirring, And ordinaries suspended till the term, he'll show a perspective, where on one side You shall behold the faces, and the persons Of all sufficient young heirs, in town, Whose bonds are currant for commodity; On th'other side, the merchants forms, and others, (That, without help of any second broker, (Who would expect a share) will trust such parcels: In the third square, the very street, and sign Where the commodity dwells, and does but wait To be delivered, be it pepper, soap, Hops, or tobacco, oatmeal, woad, or cheeses. All which you may so handle, to enjoy, To your own use, and never stand obliged. I'faith! Is he such a fellow? Why, NAB here knows him. And then for making matches, for rich widows, Young gentlewomen, heirs, the fortunat'st man! he's sent too, far, and near, all over England, To have his counsel, and to know their fortunes. God's will, my sister shall see him. I'll tell you, sir, What he did tell me of NAB. It's a strange thing! (By the way you must eat no cheese, NAB, it breeds melancholy: And that same melancholy breeds worms) but pass it, He told me, honest NAB, here, was ne'er at tavern, But once in's life! Truth, and no more I was not. And, than he was so sick— Could he tell you that, too? How should I know it? In troth we had been a shooting, And had a piece of fat ram-mutton, to supper, That lay so heavy o' my stomach— And he has no head To bear any wine; for, what with the noise o' the fiddlers, And care of his shop, for he dares keep no servants— My head did so ache— As he was feign to be brought home, The Doctor told me. And then, a good old woman— (Yes faith, she dwells in Sea-coal-lane) did cure me, With sodden ale, and pellitory o' the wall: Cost me but two pence. I had another sickness, Was worse than that. ay, that was with the grief Thou took'st for being 'sessed at eighteen pence, For the waterwork. In truth, and it was like T'have cost me almost my life. Thy hair went off? Yes, sir, 'twas done for spite. Nay, so says the Doctor. Pray thee, tobacco-Boy, go fetch my sister, I'll see this learned Boy, before I go: And so shall she. Sir, he is busy now: But, if you have a sister to fetch hither, Perhaps, your own pains may command her sooner; And he, by that time, will be free. I go. DRUGGER, she's thine: the damask. (Subtle, and I Must wrestle for her.) Come on, master DAPPER. You see, how I turn clients, here, away, To give your cause dispatch. Ha'you performed The ceremonies were enjoined you?
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He will doe more, sir, when your land is gone, (As men of spirit hate to keepe earth long( In a vacation, when small monie is stirring, And ordinaries suspended till the tearme, Hee'll shew a perspectiue, where on one side You shall behold the faces, and the persons Of all sufficient yong heires, in towne, VVhose bonds are currant for commoditie; On th'other side, the marchants formes, and others, (That, without helpe of any second broker, (VVho would expect a share) will trust such parcels: In the third square, the verie street, and signe VVhere the commoditie dwels, and do's but wait To be deliuer'd, be it pepper, sope, Hops, or tabacco, oat-meale, woad, or cheeses. All which you may so handle, to enioy, To your owne vse, and neuer stand oblig'd. I'faith! Is he such a fellow? Why, NAB here knowes him. And then for making matches, for rich widdowes, Yong gentlewomen, heyres, the fortunat'st man! Hee's sent too, farre, and neere, all ouer England, To haue his counsell, and to know their fortunes. Gods will, my suster shall see him. I'll tell you, sir, What he did tell me of NAB. It's a strange thing! (By the way you must eate no cheese, NAB, it breeds melancholy: And that same melancholy breeds wormes) but passe it, He told me, honest NAB, here, was ne'er at tauerne, But once in's life! Truth, and no more I was not. And, then he was so sick— Could he tell you that, too? How should I know it? In troth we had beene a shooting, And had a piece of fat ram-mutton, to supper, That lay so heauy o' my stomack— And he has no head To beare any wine; for, what with the noise o' the fiddlers, And care of his shop, for he dares keepe no seruants— My head did so ake— As he was faine to be brought home, The Doctor told me. And then, a good old woman— (Yes faith, shee dwells in Sea-coale-lane) did cure me, With sodden ale, and pellitorie o' the wall: Cost me but two pence. I had another sicknesse, Was worse then that. I, that was with the griefe Thou took'st for being sess'd at eighteene pence, For the water-worke. In truth, and it was like T'haue cost me almost my life. Thy haire went off? Yes, sir, 'twas done for spight. Nay, so sayes the Doctor. Pray thee, tabacco-Boy, goe fetch my suster, I'll see this learned Boy, before I goe: And so shall shee. Sir, he is busie now: But, if you haue a sister to fetch hether, Perhaps, your owne paines may command her sooner; And he, by that time, will be free. I goe. DRVGGER, shee's thine: the damaske. (SVBTLE, and I Must wrastle for her.) Come on, master DAPPER. You see, how I turne clients, here, away, To giue your cause dispatch. Ha'you perform'd The ceremonies were inioyn'd you?