If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 17 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.86 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I thank your good worship, I had not such a sweet bit given me this 7 years, honest fellow: marry sir I'll open to you your suppliants cases: they that had wont to spend a crown about a smock, have now their delight dog-cheap, but for spending one quarter of that money in smoke: besides sir, they are not contented to rob us of our customs only, but when their pipes are foul with spitting and drivelling in those foresaid shops, they have no place to burn 'em in, but our houses. Draw their petition, and we'll see all cured. Let a frost come first sir: I thank your venerable worship; the pox gnaw out so many small guts as have paid thee crowns. The tide's against you sir, the crowns are come. How goes my watch? As most watches use to go sir, sleepily, heavily. Not reached to one yet; wert thou to be hanged, The hour had galloped. I spurred it all that I could. 'Sdeath keek his hour, heaven help poor Citizens, If Gentlemen grow thus wary: let him in. Barren now, that hast in craft so fruitful been. Your business sir to me. Do you not know me sir? No in good truth sir. To know you I am bold sir, You have lands of mine in mortgage, this is my day, And here's your crowns. signor Innocentio; My memory had quite lost you, pray sit both, A bowl of wine here. Sir it shall not need: Please you to fetch my evidence, whilst we tell. What needs this forward spring? faith two months hence Had been to me as welcome. Sir I thank you. Your hour draws on signor Innocentio, Go beat a drum i'th' garret, that no tongues Of clocks be heard but mine. Little past one. Wind, wind. Thus wind'st thou to damnation. I'll part with none sir, pardon me, till I see Your writings: will you fetch the evidence sir. What evidence sir, have I of yours? My friend sir, whose money he lends me to redeem my mortgage. Which you would have for your security. 'tis so sir? No sir Innocentio, Tomorrow on your bare word will I lend you 30. crowns more: I love you sir, and wish you beware whose hands you fall into: the worlds a serpent. This does but spend the hour sir, will you take your money? With all my heart. Let him see my writings then. Have you such covenant from me? I remember none. Your conscience is sufficient covenant sir. Ha! what's that conscience? I know no law-terms I, Talk to me as to Citizen. we'll dally no longer; We knew what snake would sting us, and therefore brought Our medicine 'gainst his venom: you'll keep the writings, And we'll i'th' Court of conscience tender your crowns, Whither this writ does summon you. A fox, and o'ertaken? Serve writs upon me, yet keep my money too? Dull slave hast thou no brain?
nodes 1032–1085 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 44 in this edition
Length
498 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.860 (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 thanke your good worshp, I had not such a sweete bit giuen me this 7 yeeres, honest fellow: marry sir Ile open to you your suppliants cases: they that had wont to spend a crowne about a smocke, haue now their delight dog-cheape, but for spending one quarter of that mony in smoake: besides sir, they are not contented to robbe vs of our customes only, but when their pipes are fowle with spitting and driueling in those foresaide shops, they haue no place to burne 'em in, but our houses. Draw their petition, and weele see all cur'de. Let a frost come first sir: I thanke your venerable worshp; the pox gnaw out so many small guts as haue payde thee crownes. The tyd's against you sir, the crownes are come. How goes my watch? As most watches vse to goe sir, sleepily, heauily. Not reach'd to one yet; wert thou to be hangd, The hower had gallop'd. I spurd it all that I could. S'death keek his howre, heauē helpe poore Citizens, If Gentlemen grow thus warie: let him in. Barren now, that hast in craft so fruitfull bin. Your businesse sir to me. Doe you not know me sir? No in good truth sir. To know you I am bold sir, You haue lāds of mine in morgage, this is my day, And heres your crownes. Signior Innocentio; My memorie had quite lost you, pray sit both, A bowle of wine here. Sir it shall not neede: Please you to fetch my euidence, whil'st we tell. What needes this forward spring? faith two moneths hence Had bin to me as welcome. Sir I thanke you. Your hower drawes on Signior Innocentio, Goe beate a drumme ith garret, that no tongues Of clockes be heard but mine. Little past one. Winde, winde. Thus wind'st thou to domnation. Ile part with none sir, pardon me, till I see Your writings: will you fetch the euidence sir. What euidence sir, haue I of yours? My friend sir, whose mony hee lends me to redeeme my morgage. Which you would haue for your securitie. Tis so sir? No sir Innocentio, To morrow on your bare word will I lend you 30. crownes more: I loue you sir, and wish you beware whose hands you fall into: the worlds a serpent. This does but spend the hower sir, will you take your mony? With all my heart. Let him see my writings then. Haue you such couenant from mee? I remember none. Your conscience is sufficient couenant sir. Ha! whats that conscience? I know no law-termes I, Talke to me as to Citizen. Weele dally no longer; We knew what snake would sting vs, and therefore brought Our medcine gainst his venome: youle keepe the writings, And weele ith Court of conscience tender your crownes, Whither this writ does summon you. A fox, and ore-taken? Serue writs vpon me, yet keepe my mony too? Dull slaue hast thou no braine?