S., S. · published 1616 · first performed or written 1615 [c.1614-1615] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I love you Master, but here's a good key I love better. Sweet instrument of my joy, let me kiss thee. Alas, that thou and I should be such strangers. we ha' but one barrel: now if that should be in my master's disease, troubled with the strangullion, and could not run— well, if it be not empty, I'll giv't a scouring. Now if this rare wonder of leeches can cure me of this griping, that I may have some forty or threescore years more to gather in, by that time I shall gather enough to keep me all the rest of my life. When a man grows up to to six or seven score, it is high time to think of mortality, and to take some ease. These three or four nights I ha' been haunted with Fairies: they dance about my bedside, pop in a piece of gold between the sheets, scatter here and there fragments of silver, in every corner. I keep my chamber swept, clean linen, fire to warm them every night. I was at first afraid, they had been spirits; now I see, they are good harmless Fairies. If I can please them, I shall grow rich, rich. Son I have stayed for you. You have done your health the more wrong, Sir. How dost like my mortgage? It's a fair living, Sir; but I would not have you meddle with it. Why, my wise son? Oh Sir, good deeds are scant, When we advantage take of poor men's want. Bruster's an honest man; lend him some money without such sharp security. Not a doit. If he come to me, and convey the mortgage I have it ready; else I have no money. Son come and sup with me. I follow, Sir. Preposterous transversion of ourselves! Th'erection of our faces should instruct Our groveling thoughts t' ascend. How do men thwart The teaching hand of Nature, and our birth! Our heads cut air, and yet our hearts blow earth: I look for Sager here. He's come. here's my own case and counterfeit; by this dangerless plummet, we may sound the depth of his more close and intricate stratagems. So wiser masters lay some easy baits, At once to tempt and try their servants truth. The subject for quack-salving Empirics To exercise their inexperience on, Should not be men, but malkins. Do you think, that he would do me violence asleep? would he not wake me to some conference? No, he's a most rank Coward; and I know, Dares not come near thee, though thou wert asleep. If he does aught, he'll do't by that long Engine. Conceal yourself awhile. How fares my name? How does she brook my slow-paced coming to her? Faith, in your constancy lightens all grief. She never hears you mentioned, but she startles: As if your name like some celestial fire Quickened her slow-paced spirits with new life. I never knew virtue and beauty meet In a more happy mixture. I remove.
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I loue you Maſter, but here's a good key I loue better. Sweete inſtrument of my ioy, let me kiſſe thee. Alas, that thou and I ſhould be ſuch ſtrangers. Wee ha' but one barrell: now if that ſhould bee in my maſters diſeaſe, troubled with the ſtrangullion, and could not runne—well, if it bee not emptie, Ile giu't a ſcowring. Now if this rare wonder of leaches can cure mee of this griping, that I may haue ſome fortie or threeſcore yeares more to gather in, by that time I ſhall gather enough to keepe me all the reſt of my life. When a man growes vp to to ſixe or ſeuen ſcore, it is high time to thinke of mortalitie, and to take ſome eaſe. Theſe three or foure nights I ha' bene haunted with Fairies: they dance about my bed-ſide, poppe in a peece of gold betweene the ſheetes, ſcatter here and there fragments of ſiluer, in euery corner. I keepe my chamber ſwept, cleane linnen, fire to warme them euery night. I was at firſt a fraide, they had beene ſpirits; now I ſee, they are good harmeleſſe Fairies. If I can pleaſe them, I ſhall grow rich, rich. Sonne I haue ſtayd for you. You haue done your health the more wrong, Sir. How doſt like my morgage? It's a faire liuing, Sir; but I would not haue you meddle with it. Why, my wiſe ſonne? Oh Sir, good deeds are ſcant, When we aduantage take of poore mens want. Bruſter's an honeſt man; lend him ſome money without ſuch ſharpe ſecuritie. Not a doyt. If he come to me, and conuey the morgage I haue it ready; els I haue no money. Sonne come and ſup with me. I follow, Sir. Prepoſterous tranſuerſion of our ſelues! Th'erection of our faces ſhould inſtruct Our groueling thoughts t' aſcend. How do men thwart The teaching hand of Nature, and our birth! Our heads cut aire, and yet our hearts plow earth: I looke for Sager here. He's come. Heer's my owne caſe and counterfeit; by this dangerleſſe plummet, we may ſound the depth of his more cloſe and intricate ſtratagems. So wiſer maſters lay ſome eaſie baites, At once to tempt and trie their ſeruants truth. The ſubiect for quack-ſaluing Empirickes To exerciſe their inexperience on, Should not be men, but malkins. Do you thinke, that he would doe me violence aſleepe? would he not wake me to ſome conference? No, hee's a moſt ranke Coward; and I know, Dares not come neere thee, though thou wert aſleepe. If he does ought, he'l do't by that long Engine. Conceale your ſelfe awhile. How fares my name? How does ſhe brooke my ſlow-pac'd comming to her? Faith, in your conſtancie lightens all griefe. She neuer heares you mention'd, but ſhe ſtartles: As if your name like ſome celeſtiall fire Quicken'd her ſlow-pac'd ſpirits with new life. I neuer knew vertue and beauty meete In a more happy mixture. I remoue.