S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.78 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
As I was saying, Master Bromley, why should you take th' advantage of your neighbour Sager here? Y' have got the reversion of his Lease. there's is but one life to come in't. we are all mortal. It may come ere you look for't. I love peace, I love peace. I say, that life is forfeit: and I'll enter on all. The law is on my side. I'll not be bound to th' peace. Nay Sir, I'll bind no man: but if I could persuade you— to be fleeced both, so I might be kept warm in your wool— How say you neighbour Sager? Alas Sir, I do but defend my own. Nay could be well-contented to sit down With some (though unjust) loss. I judge it best. Though with some prejudice to buy my rest. Therein you wrong yourself: the law is impartial, like a Bell, as sound on one side, as on th' other, if the clapper be right. Master Bromley a word— What will you judge me worthy of, If I persuade him to relinquish his right? You know your case—. Here's twenty angels: work it good Master Griffin, work it; and you shall be my everlasting Attorney. But if you fail, you must return. Pish, never talk o' that man— Mr. Sager, a word— I love peace, though I cannot live by't. I respect my conscience above my purse— when t' has no money in't.— What will you give me to draw Bromley to a good handsome composition? Not a penny, till y' have done't. You know 'twill go against you, but I love peace. (I never knew't in any of your Tribe. Th' event be what it will, I'll give no bribe.) Sir, as I like your end— God and my cause, Are coat of steel, 'gainst the sharp fangs of laws. Shall we walk on? our journey's long. Not so long as you take't. Stand, good Mr. Lawyer, shall I put a case to you now? Come, untruss, we have haste of business? Quick sirrah, I shall serve an Execution o' your throat else Indeed Gentlemen, I am sorry that I'm not better stored for you. If you had took me coming from term, I could have served your turns better. Bind them, hamper the rogues. Serve a Habeas corpus on that fieri facies. How happy were this common wealth! how sound! If every corrupt lawyer's fingers were thus bound. Sager, I know thee poor: here take thy purse. Though I rob these, no poor man shall me curse. Tarry till I lay the Lawyer in the midst of his clients. Are your talons bound Harpy? Thou liest now like a Stallion new gelt, betwixt two Mares. This is a Distringis sirrah. Farewell pettifogger. Oh neighbours, I'm undone, undone. Then help to undo me. I'll have my action against the Rogues. Stay till you catch them master Bromley. Well, somewhat this my falling state relieves: That honesty speeds well even amongst thieves
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498 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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As I was ſaying, Maſter Bromley, why ſhould you take th' aduantage of your neighbour Sager here? Y' haue got the reuerſion of his Leaſe. Ther's is but one life to come in't. Wee are all mortall. It may come ere you looke for't. I loue peace, I loue peace. I ſay, that life is forfeit: and Ile enter on all. The law is on my ſide. Ile not be bound to th' peace. Nay Sir, Ile bind no man: but if I could perſwade you—to be fleeced both, ſo I might be kept warme in your wooll—How ſay you neighbour Sager? Alas Sir, I do but defend my owne. Nay could be wel-contented to ſit downe With ſome (though vniuſt) loſſe. I iudge it beſt. Though with ſome preiudice to buy my reſt. Therein you wrong your ſelfe: the law is impartiall, like a Bell, as ſound on one ſide, as on th' other, if the clapper be right. Maſter Bromley a word—What will you iudge me worthy of, If I perſwade him to relinquiſh his right? You know your caſe—. Here's twenty angels: worke it good Maſter Griffin, work it; and you ſhall be my euerlaſting Atturney. But if you faile, you muſt returne. Piſh, neuer talke o' that man—Mr. Sager, a word—I loue peace, though I cannot liue by't. I reſpect my conſcience aboue my purſe—when t' has no money in't.—What will you giue mee to draw Bromley to a good handſome compoſition? Not a pennie, till y' haue done't. You know twill go againſt you, but I loue peace. (I neuer knew't in any of your Tribe. Th' euent be what it will, Ile giue no bribe.) Sir, as I like your end—God and my cauſe, Are coate of ſteele, gainſt the ſharpe fangs of lawes. Shall we walke on? our iourney's long. Not ſo long as you take't. Stand, good Mr. Lawyer, ſhall I puta caſe to you now? Come, vntruſſe, we haue haſt of buſineſſe? Quicke ſirrah, I ſhall ſerue an Execution o' your throte elſe Indeed Gentlemē, I am ſorry that I'm not better ſtored for you. If you had tooke me comming from terme, I could haue ſerued your turnes better. Bind them, hamper the rogues. Serue a Habeas corpus on that fieri facies. How happy were this common wealth! how ſound! If euery corrupt Lawyers fingers were thus bound. Sager, I know thee poore: here take thy purſe. Though I rob theſe, no poore man ſhall me curſe. Tarry till I lay the Lawyer in the midſt of his clients. Are your talons bound Harpy? Thou lieſt now like a Stallion new gelt, betwixt two Mares. This is a Diſtring is, ſirrah. Farewell pettie-fogger. Oh neighbours, I'am vndone, vndone. Then helpe to vndoe me. Ile haue my action againſt the Rogues. Stay till you catch them maſter Bromley. Well, ſomwhat this my falling ſtate releeues: That honeſty ſpeeds well euen amongſt theeues