Middleton, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1620 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) masque · Prince Charles's Men (first) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.73 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Yes, clean away, I warrant you, we shall ne'er see't again. I grant, my Pills are bitter, ay, and costly; But their effects are rare, Divine, and wholesome, There's an Excomunicate Capiendo, Capias post K. and an Ne exeat Regno. I grant, there's bitter Egrimony in 'em, And Antimony, I put money in all still: And it works preciously, who ejects injuries, Makes 'em belch forth in vomit but the Law? Who clears the Widow's case, and after gets her If she be wealthy: but the Advocate?— than to conclude, If you'll have Mundus, à Mundo, clean, firm, Give him to me, I'll scour him every Term. I part with't gladly, take't into thy trust, So will it thrive, as thy intent is just. Pity your Trampler, Sir, your poor solicitor. Thee! Infamy to our profession, Which, without wrong to truth, next the Divine one, Is the most grave and honourable Function That gives a Kingdom blessed: but thou, the poison, Disease, that grows close to the heart of Law, And mak'st rash censurers think the sound part perished, Thou foul Eclipse, that interposing Equity, As the dark Earth, the Moon, mak'st the world judge, That blackness and corruption have possessed The silver-shine of justice; when 'tis only The smoke ascending from thy poisonous ways, cozenage, Demurs, and fifteen Term-delays: Yet hold thee, take the Muck on't, that's thine own, The Devil and all; but the fair Fame and honour Of righteous actions, good men's prayers and wishes, Which is that glorious portion of the World The noble Lawyer strives for; that thy bribery, Thy double-handed gripe shall never reach to: Wit fat and filthy gain thy Lust may feast, But poor men's curses beat thee from the rest. I'll feed upon the Muck on't, that a while Shall satisfy my longings, Wealth is known The absolute step to all promotion. Let this be called the Sphere of harmony, In which being met, let's all move mutually. Fair Love is i'the motion, Kingly love. Times suffer changes, and the world has been Vexed with Removes; but when his glorious peace Firmly and fairly settles, here's his place, Truth his defender, and Majesty his grace: We all acknowledge it belongs to you. Only to you, Sir. Regis ad exemplum totus componitur orbis.— Which shows, That if the World form itself by the King, 'Tis fit the Former should command the thing. This is no place for us. Depart, away, I thought all these had been corrupted Evils, No court of Virtues, but a guard of Devils. How blessed am I in Subjects! here are those That make all Kingdoms happy, worthy Soldier, Fair Churchman, and thou uncorrupted Lawyer, virtue's great miracle, that hast redeemed All justice from her ignominious name. You forget me, Sir. What, Simplicity! Who thinks of virtue, cannot forget thee.
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Length
472 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.735 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, cleane away, I warrant you, we shall n'er see't agen. I grant, my Pils are bitter, I, and costly; But their effects are rare, Diuine, and holsome, Theres an Excomunicate Capiendo, Capias post K. and an Ne exeat Regno. I grant, theres bitter Egrimony in vm, And Antimony, I put mony in all still: And it works preciously, who eiects iniuries, Makes vm belch forth in vomit but the Law? Who cleeres the Widdowes case, and after gets her If she be wealthy: but the Aduocate?—then to conclude, If you'l haue Mundus, à Mundo, cleane, firme, Giue him to me, I'le scowre him euery Terme. I part with't gladly, tak't into thy trust, So will it thriue, as thy intent is iust. Pitie your Trampler, Sir, your poore Solliciter. Thee! Infamy to our profession, Which, without wrong to truth, next the Diuine one, Is the most graue and honorable Function That giues a Kingdome blest: but thou, the poyson, Disease, that growes close to the heart of Law, And mak'st rash censurers thinke the sound part perish'd, Thou fowle Eclipse, that interposing Equity, As the darke Earth, the Moone, mak'st the world Iudge, That blacknesse and corruption haue possest The siluer-shine of Iustice; when tis onely The smoke ascending from thy poys'nons wayes▪ Cos▪nage, Demurs, and fifteene Terme-delayes: Yet hold thee, take the Muck on't, thats thine owne, The Diuell and all; but the faire Fame and honor Of righteous actions, good mens prayers and wishes, Which is that glorious portion of the World The noble Lawyer striues for; that thy bribery, Thy double-handed gripe shall neuer reach to: Wit fat and filthy gaine thy Lust may feast, But poore mens curses beat thee from the rest. Ile feede vpon the Muck on't, that a while Shall satisfie my longings, Wealth is knowne The absolute step to all promotion. Let this be call'd the Spheare of harmony, In which being met, lets all moue mutually. Faire Loue is i'the motion, Kingly loue. Times suffer changes, and the world has beene Vext with Remooues; but when his glorious peace Firmely and fairely settles, here's his place, Truth his defenor, and Maiestie his grace: We all acknowledge it belongs to you. Onely to you, Sir. Regis ad exemplum totus componitur orbis.—Which shewes, That if the World forme it selfe by the King, 'Tis fit the Former should command the thing. This is no place for vs. Depart, away, I thought all these had been corrupted Euils, No court of Vertues, but a guard of Diuels. How blest am I in Subiects! here are those That make all Kingdomes happy, worthy Souldier, Faire Churchman, and thou vncorrupted Lawyer, Vertues great miracle, that hast redeem'd All Iustice from her ignominious name. You forget me, Sir. What, Simplicitie! Who thinkes of vertue, cannot forget thee.