Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why so I did, that which sir Philip made, Is now grown old, and like my Father's gown, Spun, weave, and made, 'bove fourscore years ago; But this I made is new: as fresh as May Or flowers in Iune, or eggs, but this day sprung, A plain case Younker: sir the gloves are mine Upon your honest word: forestoe you dat, A merchants word, no price set down, i'll have Them richly made, with gold and silken fringe. I think the Sergeant is grown Mountebank To cling by shifts, heigh pass, pass, Italian grown; a sharking Charlatan. Italian, Spanish, English, Dutch, or French; Shark what you will, you shall not shark me out Of my stags leather gloves with Charlatan: Your Glover knows my hand M. Garland, Tomorrow morning early, Charlatan Goes for his gloves, look to the payment sir, Your honest words at stake; 'tis good I know, You'll keep it sure, a merchant break his word, His credits gone, no not for twice so much. Go fetch thy gloves, i'll see the Glover paid: Brother, 'tis lost, you shall pay me again. Upon condition I will be content, So he will make me but one true French verse. I will and if I can. Yea, that's well said; That can was well. I can and will; not for nought; My learning cost me something; and my wit Works quick and nimbly, if aught be to be got, The Roman Consuls after victories, Did crown with bays triumphant Conquerors. Set but a prize, auferre gloriam Infuseth spirit to a working brain, It shall be done, what be't? Why what you will. A pair of Garters. Garters? yea content. I want a pair; What gloves and garters too, I rose on the right side today I am sure. What time, a bargain wisely make's half won. Ere you can go to Flutterkins mine Host, And come again, or else i'll lose two fauns, Or Beer, or Claret wine, or Spanish wine. Beer, what Beer, scar-beer? No of English Beer. I'll not go thither, I was there too late, Ere I can tell threescore distinctly: say A match; I'll tell them plainly, one by one. Agreed, begin. I'll tell then, shall I? Yes. One, two, three, four. Iesuis. Seven, eight. Nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Soft, you are too hasty for a parish Priest, I am sure of your good word; five and six Are lost, are they nothing: tell rightly, tell on, And do your worst: some honest French man lend Me but one handsome word or two. Thirty. I. God's me, half out, but two words yet, Vostre. Thou make a verse, then i'll bake in a well. There's one word more, humble, nay tres-humble Fifty.
nodes 516–583 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 26 in this edition
Length
460 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
Why ſo I did, that which ſir Philip made, Is now grown olde, and like my Fathers gowne, Spunne, weaude, and made, boue foureſcore yeares agoe; But this I made is new: as freſh as May Or flowres in Iune, or egges, but this day ſprung, A plaine caſe Younker: ſir the gloues are mine Vpon your honeſt word: foreſtoe you dat, A marchants word, no price ſet downe, ile haue Them richly made, with golde and ſilken fringe. I think the Serieant is grown Mountebancke To cling by ſhifts, hey paſſe, paſſe, Italian grown; a ſharking Charlatan. Italian, Spaniſh, Engliſh, Dutch, or French; Sharke what you will, you ſhall not ſharke me out Of my ſtagges leather gloues with Charlatan: Your Glouer knowes my hand M. Garland, To morrow morning earely, Charlatan Goes for his gloues, looke to the payment ſir, Your honeſt words at ſtake; tis good I know, You'l keepe it ſure, a marchant breake his word, His credits gone, no not for twice ſo much. Go fetch thy gloues, ile ſee the Glouer payde: Brother, tis loſt, you ſhall pay me againe. Vpon condition I will be content, So he will make me but one true French verſe. I will and if I can. Yea, thats well ſayd; That can was well. I can and will; not for nought; My learning coſt me ſomething; and my wit Workes quicke and nimbly, if ought be to be got, The Romane Conſuls after victories, Did crowne with Bayes triumphant Conquerours. Set but a prize, auferre gloriam Infuſeth ſpirit to a working braine, It ſhall be done, what iſt? Why what you will. A payre of Garters. Garters? yea content. I want a payre; What gloues and garters too, I roſe on the right ſide to day I am ſure. What time, a bargain wiſely made's halfe won. Ere you can go to Flutterkins mine Hoaſt, And come againe, or elſe ile leeſe two faunes, Or Beere, or Claret wine, or Spaniſh wine. Beere, what Beere, Scar-Beere? No of Engliſh Beere. Ile not goe thither, I was there too late, Ere I can tell threeſcore diſtinctly: ſay A match; Ile tell them plainely, one by one. Agreed, begin. Ile tell then, ſhall I? Yes. One, two, three, foure. Ieſuis. Seuen, eight. Nine, ten, eleuen, twelue, thirteen, foureteen, fifteene. Soft, you are too haſty for a pariſh Prieſt, I am ſure of your good word; fiue and ſixe Are loſt, are they nothing: tell rightly, tell on, And do your worſt: ſome honeſt French man lend Me but one hanſome word or two. Thirty. I. Gods me, halfe out, but two words yet, Voſtre. Thou make a verſe, then ile bake in a well. There,s one word more, humble, nay treſhumble Fifty.