If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 18 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 0.79 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Brain! try this. Peace. Will you as fits a Christian give us in What is our right, and take your crowns sir yet? 'tis good to try men's patience, fetch me down Those writing on my pillow, there they ha' slept These two hours for you: must not friends jest? ha! Yes sir: let your men tell, just 400. crowns. Besides the use. The use is there too. Hold: I'll take it without telling, put it up. Not till we see the writings. Dare you touch it? Dare! yea sir, and dare stab him to the heart, Offers to take it from us: Who stabs first? Flings money amongst it. Now touch it if you dare: there's gold of mine, And if they lay one finger on't, cry thieves, They come to rob me, touch it if you dare. damned wretch, thou wilt go quick to hell I fear. No sir, the devil shall fetch me when I go. That all my errand. We are cheated both. Proceed, in your chancery suit, I have begun your bill. Humbly complaining. Of thee villain He complain That sells thy soul for money, devils on earth dwell, And men are nowhere, all this world is hell. I kiss thy forehead, my witty Oedipus That canst unfold such riddles: one rings. Sir, I am bound To do you all service, till I you all confound. Master Silverpen the proctor sir, sends word, if you come not in tomorrow and personally depose your payment of the 200. crowns, you'll be nonsuited. That is a law-draught goes down coldly. Why sir? 'tis but your swearing the money is paid. If oaths had backdoors to come in at, without danger of damnation, to catch a man's soul byth' back, swearing were brave. What answer shall I give the proctor's man? Tell him my master shall come in and swear. Do, tell him: on thee I'll build: now all my fear, Is for appearance at the chancellor's Court, No trick to save that? I have a brave one for't. Bring in a pottle of wine: will Carlo here my fellow, Depose a truth if he see it, to help his master? What thou not honest Carlo? Yes sir. Here's the wine. Set this to your head anon sir, when 'tis there Away you, and tomorrow thou may'st swear Before the Chancellor, and swear true, if he Were in that case thou leftest him, 'twere in vain To hope he could live, till thou camest back again. All Knights a'th' Post learn this trick: the fits upon me now. Take a good draft, 'twill help you sir: It gulps, he's almost breathless Carolo; away. I am gone. he's gone, he's gone sir. One gulp more had choked me; This wine had washed my fears off, thou'st given me power To make me dote upon thee. Carolo's gone. Yes and will swear his heart out, to your good. Swear let him; be thyself and he damned too.
nodes 1086–1146 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 44 in this edition
Length
497 words · 687 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (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)
Braine! trye this. Peace. Will you as fits a Christian giue vs in What is our right, and take your crownes sir yet? Tis good to try mens patience, fetch me downe Those writing on my pillow, there they ha slept These two howers for you: must not friends iest? ha! Yes sir: let your men tell, iust 400. crownes. Besides the vse. The vse is there too. Hold: Ile take it without telling, put it vp. Not till we see the writings. Dare you touch it? Dare! ye sir, and dare stab him to the heart, Offers to take it from vs: Who stabs first? Flings mony amongst it. Now touch it if you dare: ther's gold of mine, And if they lay one finger on't, cry theeues, They come to rob me, touch it if you dare. Dambde wretch, thou wilt goe quicke to hell I feare. No sir, the diuell shall fetch me when I goe. That all my errand. We are cheated both. Proceede, in your chancery suite, I haue begun your bill. Humbly complayning. Of thee villaine He complaine That sels thy soule for mony, diuels on earth dwell, And men are no where, all this world is hell. I kisse thy forhead, my wittie Oedipus That canst vnfold such riddels: one ringes. Sir, I am bound To doe you all seruice, till I you all confound. Maister Siluerpen the procter sir, sends word, if you come not in to morrow and personally depose your paymēt of the 200. crownes, youle be non-suited. That is a law-draught goes downe coldly. Why sir? Tis but your swearing the mony is payde. If oathes had back-dores to come in at, without danger of damnation, to catch a mans soule bith back, swearing were braue. What answere shall I giue the Proctors man? Tell him my maister shall come in and sweare. Doe, tell him: on thee Ile build: now all my feare, Is for apparance at the Chancellors Court, No trick to saue that? I haue a braue one fort. Bring in a pottle of wine: will Carlo here my fellow, Depose a truth if he see it, to helpe his maister? What thou not honest Carlo? Yes sir. Here's the wine. Set this to your head anon sir, when tis there Away you, and to morrow thou mai'st sweare Before the Chancelor, and sweare true, if hee Were in that case thou leftst him, twere in vaine To hope he could liue, till thou camst back againe. All Knights a'th Post learne this trick: the fits vpon me now. Take a good draught, twill helpe you sir: It gulpes, hees almost breathles Carolo; away. I am gon. Hees gon, hees gon sir. One gulpe more had choaked me; This wine had washed my feares off, tha'st giuen mee power To make me doate vpon thee. Carolos gon. Yes and will sweare his heart out, to your good. Sweare let him; bee thy selfe and hee dambde too.