S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.85 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Help, help. Good master Griffin, your breath's strongest, yawl, yawl. Your tongue could never stand your Clients in more stead. I heard this way some man's distressed voice, Crying for help: some robbery. Oh 'tis no wonder! A thief and bawdy house are ne'er far asunder. Oh good woman help, help to untie us. I know 'em all. Two knaves, one honest man. They know not me in this translation. Come Sir, I'll lose you first, help you the rest. Do well to all, but to the good do best. Oh that I had the villains upon an execution now. Would you turn hangman, Sir? i'faith sweet wench, I would show 'em the law. Oh pity them: necessity has no law. Perhaps want forced them; though it was not good. What Horseleeches are they, that full, suck blood! There is an Inn, enter, refresh yourselves. Their loss is money, yet I moan their state. Who pities me most, most unfortunate! Robbed of a husband's love, now of himself. How far is this beyond all loss of pelf! He sold me hither; may that sinful price Of my deep sorrow never prejudice His happiness, what climate ever holds him. Be blessed, sweet husband; let my ruin buy Thy wished content, though I forsaken die. This witch has tired me with her customers, Whom I have all sent home with bettered minds. Against her vicious will, I force her strive By virtue rather, then by lust to thrive. I know, I am expected. The jacks be now uncaged, and fluttered hence. (The woman, that released them, I should know. She frees them from this bondage to a worse. There is no thief, like whore, to pick the purse.) Shall we not shift ground? By no means. A thieves safest residence is in the same plat he did the robbery. There, of all places, the Cuckoldly hue will never cry after him. When shall we share the booties, and be proud, How liberally our division mounts? The days work done, we'll cast up the accounts. Where's the pettifoggers Portmanteau? Here. Lay't there. So, you shall see me catch a fat Pickerel, with this Gudgeon presently. Stand close. Uncle, uncle, I had a certain scurvy dream tonight. Dream? what of dreams? good cousin be not so nice. I dreamed— Be hanged. Be you hanged, Uncle. Be hanged both, except I may have some drink. methought I found a great deal of money. I would we had it, cousin, without dreaming. Whoop master— no part of my finding. No matter for a part: all's mine. Nay, all's mine for dreaming. Nay, all's mine for finding: and I'll keep't. Soft, sirrah: it lies there for a wager. What wager, Sir? Marry, that whoever finds it, shall lose all the money in's purse. I'll not meddle with it. I'll ha' no part in't. judgement, Gentlemen: ha' they not lost the wager?
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Length
484 words · 684 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.852 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Helpe, helpe. Good maſter Griffin, your breath's ſtrongeſt, yawle, yawle. Your tongue could neuer ſtand your Clients in more ſtead. I heard this way ſome mans diſtreſſed voyce, Crying for helpe: ſome robbery. Oh tis no wonder! A theefe and bawdy houſe are ne're farre aſunder. Oh good woman helpe, helpe to vntie vs. I know 'hem all. Two knaues, one honeſt man. They know not me in this tranſlation. Come Sir, Ile looſe you firſt, helpe you the reſt. Do well to all, but to the good do beſt. Oh that I had the villaines vpon an execution now. Would you turne hang-man, Sir? I faith ſweet wench, I would ſhew 'hem the law. Oh pitie them: neceſſitie has no law. Perhaps want forc'd them; though it was not good. What Horſeleaches are they, that full, ſucke blood! There is an Inne, enter, refreſh your ſelues. Their loſſe is money, yet I mone their ſtate. Who pities me moſt, moſt vnfortunate! Robd of a husbands loue, now of himſelfe. How farre is this beyond all loſſe of pelfe! He ſold me hither; may that ſinfull price Of my deepe ſorrow neuer preiudice His happineſſe, what climate euer holds him. Be bleſt, ſweet husband; let my ruine buy Thy wiſhd content, though I forſaken die. This witch has tyr'd me with her cuſtomers, Whom I haue all ſent home with betterd minds. Againſt her vicious will, I force her ſtriue By vertue rather, then by luſt to thriue. I know, I am expected. The Iackes be now vncag'd, and flutterd hence. (The woman, that releaſd them, I ſhould know. She frees them from this bondage to a worſe. There is no theefe, like whore, to picke the purſe.) Shall we not ſhift ground? By no meanes. A theefes ſafeſt reſidence is in the ſame plat he did the robberie. There, of all places, the Cuckoldly hue will neuer crie after him. When ſhall we ſhare the booties, and be proud, How liberally our diuiſion mounts? The daies worke done, we'l caſt vp the accounts. Where's the pettie-foggers Portmanteau? Here. Lay't there. So, you ſhall ſee me catch a fat Pickerell, with this Gudgeon preſently. Stand cloſe. Vncle, vncle, I had a certaine ſcuruy dreame to night. Dreame? what of dreames? good couſin be not ſo nice. I dreamt— Be hang'd. Be you hang'd, Vncle. Behang'd both, except I may haue ſome drinke. Me thought I found a great deale of money. I would we had it, couſin, without dreaming. Whoop maſter—no part of my finding. No matter for a part: all's mine. Nay, all's mine for dreaming. Nay, all's mine for finding: and Ile keep't. Soft, ſirrah: it lies there for a wager. What wager, Sir? Marry, that who euer finds it, ſhall looſe all the money in's purſe. Ile not meddle with it. Ile ha' no part in't. Iudgement, Gentlemen: ha' they not loſt the wager?