Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
But whether is he gone? I'll tell you, as we crossed the market place, He spies my Father's man, and then from me, He flings as fast, as erst did Hercules, Send that his fastest shafts to Nessus' side; When he from him stole Deianira fair For whom he lost his life: I saw my youth, And looked behind, to see what they would do; In at next Taphouse, round as jugglers box, Went they two first, and then two Soldiers more. Why then your captain's piece is half consumed By this; if he have got such company. 'twill not belong, I am sure, before be drowned, four men four Cans, what's that, but four fair draughts. Yea for a brewer's horse, not for his man: Oh my rumbling guts do ache to think on't; A Can a draft, I never saw't but once, And then I thought that man had burst his guts; His eyeballs started, as the strings were cracked; And though sometimes I love to drink my pot, Strong drink should never more go down with me, Before i'd swill so much at such huge draughts; One civil glass or two, that warms my blood, It is enough, methinks. Why? now I know, Thou art not tongue-tied Sergeant, else I thought It had been pawned i'th' Lombard for two doits: I'll buy a calves tongue for four, that's good meat For them that love it. Why? there's none but Calves Refuse good meat, or offered courtesies, Why? how now Sergeant, do you call me calf? No sir, not I, but by chance speak of them, As by the way you light upon their tongues. So now the game begins: fly to him, give Him not one inch, let him wear gold that wins It first: shrink back, I will never own thee For a Sergeant. Now we are two to one, I care not. What sayst, thou speakst Hebrew, Greek, Or English, Welsh, I know not what thou meanst. Sauf vostre grace, vous estes bien venuz. Hangs the French Ideon at thy tongue's end too Speak two words more, i'll make thee Port-ensign Si ce iemais aduient, en ma puissance. Perform your words, and then I swear, I will. I will. Swear first, i'll not believe you else. Without an oath I will. Why, hear you then; Admiranda canunt, sed non credenda Poetae. That's Latin Sergeant, wiseman, that's not French. You named no language, bid me speak two words, And you would do't, I'll be judged by all Here present, if the wager be not won. I'll get a staff, the colours they are mine. 'tis well said Sergeant, I am on thy side, I'll bear thee witness they are thine by right.
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Length
456 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.724 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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)
But whether is he gone? Ile tell you, as we croſt the market place, He ſpyes my Fathers man, and then from me, He flings as faſt, as erſt did Hercules, Send that his faſteſt ſhafts to Neſſus ſide; When he from him ſtole Deianira fayre For whom he loſt his life: I ſaw my youth, And lookt behind, to ſee what they would doe; In at next Tap-houſe, round as Iuglers boxe, Went they two firſt, and then two Souldiers more. Why then your Captains piece is half conſumd By this; if he haue got ſuch company. Twill not belong, I am ſure, befort be drownde, Foure men foure Cans, whats that, but foure faire draughts. Yea for a Brewers horſe, not for his man: Oh my rumbling guts doe ake to thinke ont; A Canne a draught, I neuer ſawe't but once, And then I thought that man had burſt his guts; His eye-balls ſtarted, as the ſtrings were crackt; And though ſometimes I loue to drinke my pot, Strong drinke ſhould neuer more goe down with me, Before i'de ſwill ſo much at ſuch huge draughts; One ciuill glaſſe or two, that warms my bloud, It is enough, me thinkes. Why? now I know, Thou art not tong-tyde Serieant, els I thought It had been pawndith Lumbard for two doytes: Ile buy a Calues tongue for foure, thats good meate For them that loue it. Why? theres none but Calues Refuſe good meat, or offered curteſies, Why? how now Serieant, do you cal me calfe? No ſir, not I, but by chance ſpeake of them, As by the way you light vpon their tongues. So now the game begins: flie to him, giue Him not one ynche, let him weare gold that winnes It firſt: ſhrinke backe, I will neuer owne thee For a Serieant. Now we are two to one, I care not. What ſayſt, thou ſpeakſt Ebrew, Greeke, Or Engliſh, Welſh, I know not what thou meanſt. Sauf voſtre grace, vous estes bien venuz. Hangs the French Ideon at thy tongs end too Speake two words more, ile make thee Port-enſeigne Si ce iemais aduient, en ma puiſſance. Perform your words, and then I ſweare, I wil. I will. Sweare firſt, ile not beleeue you elſe. Without an oath I will. Why, heare you then; Admiranda canunt, ſed non credenda Poetae. Thats Latine Serieant, wiſeman, thats not French. You namde no language, bid me ſpeake two wordes, And you would doo't, ile be iudgde by all Here preſent, if the wager be not wonne. Ile get a ſtaffe, the colours they are mine. Tis well ſayde Serieant, I am on thy ſide, Ile beare thee witneſſe they are thine by right.