Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 33 of 47

Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Anne's Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Uds'foot, dost thou stand by, and do nothing? Come talk, and drown her clamours. Alas, she's spent i'fath: now the storms over. Uds'foot, I'll follow her as long as I have any breath. Nay no more now Brother, you have no compassion, You see she cries. If I do not wonder she could talk so long, I am a villain, She eats no Nuts I warrant her: 'sfoot, I am almost out of breath With that little I talked: well Gent. Brothers I might say; For she and I must clap hands upon't: a match for all this. Pray go in; and Sister, salve the matter, colloque with her Again, and all shall be well: I have a little business That must be thought upon, and 'tis partly for your mirth; Therefore let me not (though absent) be forgotten: Fare well. We will be mindful of you sir, fare you well. How now man, what tired, tired? Zounds, and you had talked as much as I did, you would be tired I warrant: What, is she gone in? I'll to her again whilst my tongue is warm: and if I thought I should be used to this exercise I wouldst eat every morning an ounce of liquorish. Have you summed up those Reckonings? Yes Sir. And what is owing me? thirty-seven pound odd money, How much owes the Frenchman? A fortnight's Commons. Has Spendall any money? Not any sir: and he has sold all his Clothes. That fellow would waste Millions, if he had them; Whilst he has Money, no man spends a penny: Ask him money, and if he say he has none, Be plain with him, and turn him out o'th' Ward. I will sir. Master Spendall, My Master has sent to you for money. Money, why does he send to me? does he think I have the philosopher's Stones, or I can clip or coin? How does he think I can come by money? Faith sir, his occasions are so great, that he must have money, or else he can buy no Victuals. Then we must starve, belike: udsfoot thou seest I have nothing left, that will yield me two shillings. If you have no money, You're best remove into some cheaper Ward. What Ward should I remove in? Why to the Twopenny Ward, is likeliest to hold out with your means: or if you will, you may go into the Holl, and there you may feed for nothing. ay, out of the Almsbasket, where Charity appears In likeness of a piece of stinking Fish: Such as they beat Bawds with when they are Carted. Why sir, do not scorn it, as good men as yourself, Have been glad to eat Scraps out of the Almsbasket. And yet slave, thou in pride wilt stop thy nose, screw and make faces, talk contemptibly of it, and of the feeders; surely groom.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayGreene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant
AuthorCooke, John
Publication year (edition)1614
First performance / composition (Annals)1611
First performance (BritDrama)1611
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 732 · TCP A19260 · DEEP 611
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1381–1429 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 47 in this edition
Length483 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.789
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Vds'foot, dost thou stand by, and doe nothing? Come talke, and drowne her clamors. Alas, shees spent yfayth: now the stormes ouer. Vds'foot, Ile follow her as long as I haue any breath. Nay no more now Brother, you haue no compassion, You see shee cryes. If I do not wonder she could talke so long, I am a villaine, She eats no Nuts I warrant her: sfoot, I am almost out of breath VVith that little I talkt: well Gent. Brothers I might say; For shee and I must clap hands vpon't: a match for all this. Pray goe in; and Sister, salue the matter, collogue with her Againe, and all shall be well: I haue a little businesse That must be thought vpon, and tis partlie for your mirth; Therefore let mee not (tho absent) be forgotten: Fare well. VVe will be mindfull of you sir, fare you well. How now man, what tyerd, tyerd? Zounds, and you had talkt as much as I did, you would be tyrd I warrant: What, is shee gone in? Ile to her againe whilst my tongue is warme: and if I thought I should be vsde to this exercise I woulst eate euery morning an ounce of Lickorish. Haue you sumd vp those Reckonings? Yes Sir. And what is owing mee? Thirtie-seuen pound odd monie, How much owes the Frenchman? A fourtnights Commons. Has Spendall anie monie? Not any sir: and he has sold all his Cloaths. That fellow would wast Millions, if he had them; Whilst he has Monie, no man spends a pennie: Aske him monie, and if he say he has none, Be plaine with him, and turne him out o'th Ward. I will sir. Maister Spendall, My Maister has sent to you for monie. Monie, why does he send to mee? does he thinke I haue the Philosophers Stones, or I can clip or coyne? How does he thinke I can come by monie? Fayth sir, his occasions are so great, that hee must haue monie, or else he can buy no Victuals. Then we must starue, belike: Vdsfoot thou seest I haue nothing left, that will yeeld mee two shillings. If you haue no monie, You're best remoue into some cheaper Ward. What Ward should I remoue in? Why to the Two-pennie Ward, is likliest to hold out with your meanes: or if you will, you may goe into the Holl, and there you may feed for nothing. I, out of the Almes-basket, where Charitie appeares In likenesse of a peece of stinking Fish: Such as they beat Bawdes with when they are Carted. Why sir, doe not scorne it, as good men as your selfe, Haue been glad to eate Scraps out of the Almsbasket. And yet slaue, thou in pride wilt stop thy nose, Scrue and make faces, talke contemptibly of it, and of the feeders; surely groome.