Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Fie sir, your passion falls, cry louder, roar That all the Street may hear. thieves, thieves, thieves! All that I had is gone, and more than all. Ha, ha, ha: hold out, hold out; lay out a lions throat, A little louder. I can cry no longer, My throat's sore, I am robbed, I am robbed, als gone. Both my own treasure, and the things I borrowed. Make thou an outcry, I have lost my voice: Cry fire, and then they'll hear thee. good, good, thieves, What ha' you lost? Wine, jewels, tablecloths, A cupboard of rich plate. Fie, you'll spoil all. Now you outdo it. Say but a bowl or two. Villain, I say als gone; The room's as clean As a wiped looking-glass: oi me, oi me. What, in good earnest? Fool in accursed earnest. You gull me sure. The window towards the South stand's open, from whence Went all my treasure. Where's th'ginger? Here sir: and hardly can abstain from laughing To see you vex yourself in vain. In vain Albumazar? I left my plate with you, and 'tis all vanished, And you shall answer it. O! were it possible By power of Art, to check what Art hath done, Your man should near be changed: To wrong me thus With foul suspicion of flat felony? Your Plate, your cloth of silver, wine, and jewels, Linen, and all the rest, I gave to Trincalo, And for more safety, locked them in the lobby. he'll keep them carefully. But as you love your Mistress Disturb him not this half hour, lest you'll have him Like to a Centaur, half Clown, half Gentleman. Suffer his foot and hand that's yet untouched, To be ennobled like his other members. Albumazar, I pray you pardon me, Th'unlooked-for bareness of the room amazed me. How? think you me so negligent to commit So rich a mass of treasure to th'open danger Of a large casement, and suspicious Alley? No sir, my sacrifice no sooner done But I wrapped all up safe, and gave it Trincalo. I could be angry, but that your sudden fear Excuses you. Fie, such a noise as this Half an hour past, had scared th'intelligences, And spoiled the work, but no harm done: go walk Westward, directly Westward, one half hour: Then turn back, and take your servant turned t'antonio. And as you like my skill perform your promise. I mean the Chain. Content. Let's still go Westward, Westward good Cricca, still directly Westward. HArpax. Furbo, and Ronca, come out, als clear, Why here's a noble prize worth venturing for. Is not this braver than sneak all night in danger, Picking of locks, or hooking clothes at windows? Here's plate, and gold, and cloth, and meat and wine, All rich: and easily got. Ronca stay here about, And wait till Trincalo come forth: Then call him With a low reverence Antonio, Give him this gold with thanks, tell him he lent it Before he went to Barbary.
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Fye sir, your passion fall's, cry louder, roare That all the Streete may heare. Theeues, theeues, theeues! All that I had is gone, and more then all. Ha, ha, ha: hold out, hold out; lay out a Lyons throate, A little lowder. I can cry no longer, My throate's sore, I am rob'd, I am rob'd, al's gone. Both my owne treasure, and the things I borrow'd. Make thou an out-cry, I haue lost my voice: Cry fire, and then they'l heare thee. good, good, theeues, What ha you lost? Wine, Iewels, Table-cloathes, A cup-boord of rich plate. Fye, you'le spoile all. Now you out-do it. Say but a bowle or two. Villaine, I say al's gone; The room's as cleane As a wip't Looking-glasse: ôj me, ôj me. What, in good earnest? Foole in accursed earnest. You gull mee sure. The window towards the South stand's ope, from whence Went all my treasure. Where's th'Astrologer? Here sir: and hardly can abstaine from laughing To see you vex your selfe in vaine. In vaine Albumazar? I left my plate with you, and 'tis all vanish't, And you shall answer it. O! were it possible By powre of Art, to check what Art hath done, Your man should nere be chang'd: To wrong mee thus With foule suspition of flat felonie? Your Plate, your cloath of siluer, wine, and iewels, Linnen, and all the rest, I gaue to Trincalo, And for more safety, lock't them in the lobby. Hee'le keepe them carefully. But as you loue your Mistresse Disturbe him not this halfe houre, least you'le haue him Like to a Centaure, halfe Clowne, halfe Gentleman. Suffer his foote and hand that's yet vntouch't, To be innobled like his other members. Albumazar, I pray you pardon mee, Th'vnlook'd-for barenesse of the roome amaz'd mee. How? thinke you me so negligent to commit So rich a masse of treasure to th'open danger Of a large casement, and suspitious Alley? No sir, my sacrifice no sooner done But I wrapt all vp safe, and gaue it Trincalo. I could be angry, but that your suddaine feare Excuses you. Fye, such a noise as this Halfe an houre past, had skar'd th'intelligences, And spoil'd the worke, but no harme done: go walke Westward, directly Westward, one halfe houre: Then turne back, and take your seruant turn'd t'Antonio. And as you like my skill performe your promise. I meane the Chaine. Content. Let's still go Westward, Westward good Cricca, still directly Westward. HArpax. Furbo, and Ronca, come out, al's cleere, Why here's a noble prize worth ventring for. Is not this brauer then sneake all night in danger, Picking of lockes, or hooking cloathes at windoes? Here's plate, and gold, and cloath, and meate and wine, All rich: and easily got. Ronca stay here about, And waite till Trincalo come forth: Then call him With a low reuerence Antonio, Giue him this gold with thankes, tell him he lent it Before hee went to Barbary.