Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 27 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.83 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
You're merely disposed, Sister. I needs must prosper, Fortune & Love work for me. Be moderate my joys; for as you grow to your full height, So Bubbles waxeth low. Will my sweet Spendall be gone then? I must upon promise; but I'll be here at supper: Therefore Mistress Sweatman, provide us some good cheer. The best the Market will yield. here's twenty shillings; I protest I have left myself but a Crown, for my spending money: for indeed I intend to be frugal, and turn good husband. I marry will you, you'll to play again, & lose your Money and fall to fighting; my very heart trembles to think on it: how if you had been killed in the quarrel, of my faith I had been but a dead woman. Come, come, no more of this; thou dost but dissemble. Dissemble? do not you say so; for if you do, God's my judge I'll give myself a gash. Away, away, prithee no more: farewell. Nay buss first: Well, There's no adversity in the world shall part us. Thou art a loving Rascal; farewell. You will not fail supper? You have my word; farewell. Sir, we arrest you. Arrest me, at whose suit? Marry there's suits enough against you, I'll warrant you. Come, away with him. Stay, hear me a word. What do you say? How now Purssuet, why com'st in such haste? Shut up your doors, and bar young Spendall out, And let him be cashiered your company, He is turned Bankrupt, his wares are seized on, And his shop shut up. How, his wares seized on? thou dost but jest, I hope. What this tongue doth report, these eyes have seen, It is no Aesop's fable that I tell, But it is true, as I am faithful Pander. Nay I did ever think the prodigal would prove A Bankrupt; but hang him, let him rot In prison, he comes no more within these doors I warrant him. Come hither, I would he would but offer it, we'll fire him out with a pox to him. Will you do it; To carry me to prison, but undoes me? What say you fellow Gripe, shall we take his 40. shillings. Yes faith, we shall have him again within this week. Well Sir, your 40 shillings? and we'll have some compassion on you. Will you but walk with me unto that house, And there you shall receive it. What, where the women are? Yes sir. Look yonder, if the ungracious rascal be not coming hither, Betwixt two Sergeants: he thinks belike, That we'll relieve him; let us go in, And clap the doors against him. It is the best course Mistress Tickleman? But I say no, you shall not stir a foot, For I will talk with him, Nan, I am come Even in the Minute that thou didst profess Kindness unto me, to make trial of it, Adversity thou Sees lays hands upon me, But Forty-shillings will deliver me,
nodes 1089–1150 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 47 in this edition
Length
499 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (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)
You're merely disposed, Sister. I needs must prosper, Fortune & Loue worke for mee. Be moderate my Ioyes; for as you grow to your full height, So Bubbles waxeth low. Will my sweete Spendall be gone then? I must vpon promise; but Ile be heere at supper: Therefore Mistris Sweatman, provide vs some good cheare. The best the Market will yeeld. Heer's twentie shillings; I protest I haue left my selfe but a Crowne, for my spending mony: for indeed I intend to be frugall, and turne good husband. I marry will you, you'le to play againe, & loose your Monie and fall to fighting; my very heart trembles to thinke on it: how if you had been kild in the quarrell, of my fayth I had been but a dead woman. Come, come, no more of this; thou dost but dissemble. Dissemble▪ do not you say so; for if you doe, Gods my iudge lle giue my selfe a gash. Away, away, prethee no more: farewell. Nay busse first: Well, There's no aduersitie in the world shall part vs. Thou art a louing Rascall; farewell. You will not fayle supper? You haue my word; farewell. Sir, wee arrest you. Arrest mee, at whose suite? Marry there's suites enough against you, Ile warrant you. Come, away with him. Stay, heare mee a word. What doe you say? How now Purssuet, why com'st in such haste? Shut vp your doores, and barre young Spendall out, And let him be cashieard your companie, He is turnd Banquerout, his wares are ceazd on, And his shop shut vp. How, his wares ceazd on? thou dost but iest, I hope. What this tongue doth report, these eyes haue seene, It is no Aesops fable that I tell, But it is true, as I am faythfull Pander. Nay I did euer thinke the prodigall would proue A Banquerout; but hang him, let him rott In prison, he comes no more within these doores I warrant him. Come hither, I would he would but offer it, Weele fier him out with a pox to him. Will you doe it; To carrie me to prison, but vndoes me? What say you fellow Gripe, shall we take his 40. shillings. Yes fayth, we shall haue him againe within this weeke. Well Sir, your 40 shillings? and weele haue some compassion on you. Will you but walke with me vnto that house, And there you shall receaue it. What, where the women are? Yes sir. Looke yonder, if the vngratious rascall be not comming hither, Betwixt two Sargiantes: he thinkes belike, That weele relieue him; let vs goe in, And clap the doores against him. It is the best course Mistres Tickleman? But I say no, you shall not stirre a foote, For I will talke with him, Nan, I am come Euen in the Minute that thou didst professe Kindnesse vnto mee, to make tryall of it, Aduersitie thou Sees layes hands vpon mee, But Fortie-shillings will deliuer mee,