Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.83 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Will your Grace hear me? I have got well by you: you have yielded me A million of loss; I am like to inherit The people's curses for your Stewardship: You had the trick, in Audit time to be sick, Till I had signed your Quietus; and that cured you Without help of a Doctor. Gentlemen, I would have this man be an example to you all: So shall you hold my favour: I pray let him; For h'as done that (alas) you would not think of, And (because I intend to be rid of him) I mean not to publish: use your fortune elsewhere. I am strongly armed to brook my overthrow, As commonly men bear with a hard year: I will not blame the cause on't; but do think The necessity of my malevolent star Procures this, not her humour: O the inconstant, And rotten ground of service, you may see: 'Tis e'en like him, that in a winter night Takes a long slumber, ore a dying sie; A-loath to part from't: yet parts thence as cold, As when he first sat down. We do confiscate (Towards the satisfying of your accounts) All that you have. I am all yours: and 'tis very fit All mine should be so. So, sir; you have your Pass. You may see (Gentlemen) what 'tis to serve A Prince with body, and soul. here's an example, for extortion; what moisture, is drawn out of the Sea, when foul weather comes, powers down, and runs into the Sea again. I would know what are your opinions Of this Antonio. He could not abide to see a pig's head gaping, I thought your Grace would find him a Iew: I would you had been his Officer, for your own sake. You would have had more money. He stopped his ears with black wool: and to (those came a woman. To him for money) said he was thick of hearing. Some said he was an hermaphrodite, for he could not abide How scurvy proud he would look, when the Treasury was full: Well, let him go: Yes, and the chippings of the buttery fly after him, To scour his gold Chain. Leave us: what do you think of these? That these are Rogues; that in's prosperity, But to have waited on his fortune, could have wished His duty Stirrup riveted through their noses: And followed after's Mule, like a Bear in a Ring. Would have prostituted their daughters, to his Lust: Made their firstborn and Intelligencers: thought none happy But such as were borne under his blessed Planet: And wore his Livery: and do these Lice drop off now? Well, never look to have the like again; He hath left a sort of flatter rogues, behind him, Their doom must follow: Princes pay flatterers, In their own money: Flatterers dissemble their vices, And they dissemble their lies, that's justice: Alas, poor gentlemen, Poore? he hath amply fill'd his coses.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 858 · TCP A14872 · DEEP 714
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1498–1557 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 47 in this edition
Length
494 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Will your Grace heare me? I haue got well by you: you haue yeelded me A million of losse; I am like to inherit The peoples curse for your Stewardship: You had the tricke, in Audit time to be sicke, Till I had sign'd your Quietus; and that cur'de you Without helpe of a Doctor. Gentlemen, I would haue this man be an example to you all: So shall you hold my fauour: I pray let him; For h'as done that (alas) you would not thinke of, And (because I intend to be rid of him) I meane not to publish: vse your fortune else-where. I am strongely arm'd to brooke my ouer-throw, As commonly men beare with a hard yeere: I will not blame the cause on't; but doe thinke The necessitie of my maleuolent starre Procures this, not her humour: O the inconstant, And rotten ground of seruice, you may see: 'Tis eu'n like him, that in a winter night Takes a long slumber, ore a dying sie; A-loth to part from't: yet parts thence as cold, As when he first sat downe. We doe confifcate (Towards the satisfying of your accounts) All that you haue. I am all yours: and 'tis very fit All mine should be so. So, sir; you haue your Passe. You may see (Gentlemen) what 'tis to serue A Prince with body, and soule. Heere's an example, for extortion; what moysture, is drawne out of the Sea, when fowle weather comes, powres downe, and runnes into the Sea againe. I would know what are your opinions Of this Antonio. He could not abide to see a Pigges head gaping, I thought your Grace would finde him a Iew: I would you had bin his Officer, for your owne sake. You would haue had more money. He stop'd his eares with blacke wooll: and to (those came a woman. To him for money) said he was thicke of hearing. Some said he was an hermophrodite, for he could not abide How scuruy prowd he would looke, when the Treasury was full: Well, let him goe: Yes, and the chippings of the Buttrey fly after him, To scowre his gold Chaine. Leaue vs: what doe you thinke of these? That these are Rogues; that in's prosperitie, But to haue waited on his fortune, could haue vvish'd His dutty Stirrop rited through their noses: And follow'd after's Mue, like a Beare in a Ring. Would haue prostituted their daughters, to his Lust: Made their first-borne and Intelligencers: thought none happy But such as vvere borne vnder his bless'd Plannet: And vvore his Liuory: and doe these Lyce drop off now? Well, neuer looke to haue the like againe; He hath left a sort of slattring rogues, behind him, Their doombe must follow: Princes pay flatterers, In their owne money: Flatterers dissemble their vices, And they dissemble their lies, that's Iustice: Alas, poore gentlemen, Poore? he hath amply fill'd his coses.