Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Oh bind him, bind him, let him not come near me. More company, the fiend is strong within him Ay me poor man, how pale and wan he looks. What will you murder me, thou jailer thou? I am thy prisoner, wilt thou suffer them to make a rescue? Master's let him go: he is my prisoner, and you shall not have him. Go bind this man, for he is frantic too. What wilt thou do, thou peevish Officer? Hast thou delight to see a wretched man Do outrage and displeasure to himself? He is my prisoner, if I let him go, The debt he owes will be required of me. I will discharge thee ere I go from thee, Bear me forthwith unto his Creditor, And knowing how the debt grows I will pay it. Good Master Doctor see him safe conveyed Home to my house, oh most unhappy day. Oh most unhappy strumpet. Master, I am here entered in bond for you. Out on thee Villain, wherefore dost thou mad me? Will you be bound for nothing, be mad good Master, cry the devil. God help poor souls, how idly do they talk. Go bear him hence, sister go you with me: Say now, whose suit is he arrested at? One Angelo a Goldsmith, do you know him? I know the man: what is the sum he owes? Two hundred Ducats. Say, how grows it due. Due for a Chain your husband had of him. He did bespeak a Chain for me, but had it not. When as your husband all in rage to day. Came to my house, and took away my Ring, The Ring I saw upon his finger now, Strait after did I meet him with a Chain. It may be so, but I did never see it. Come jailer, bring me where the Goldsmith is, I long to know the truth hereof at large. God for thy mercy, they are lose again. And come with naked swords, Let's call more help to have them bound again. Away, they'll kill us. I see these Witches are afraid of swords. She that would be your wife, now ran from you. Come to the Centaur, fetch our stuff from thence: I long that we were safe and sound aboard. Faith stay here this night, they will surely do us no harm: you saw they speak us fair, give us gold: me thinks they are such a gentle Nation, that but for the Mountain of mad flesh that claims marriage of me, I could find in my heart to stay here still, and turn Witch. I will not stay to night for all the Town, Therefore away, to get our stuff aboard. I am sorry Sir that I have hindered you, But I protest he had the Chain of me, Though most dishonestly he doth deny it. How is the man esteemed here in the City?
nodes 1167–1218 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 29 in this edition
Length
488 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.813 (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)
Oh binde him, binde him, let him not come neere me. More company, the fiend is ſtrong within him Aye me poore man, how pale and wan he looks. What will you murther me, thou Iailor thou? I am thy priſoner, wilt thou ſuffer them to make a reſcue? Maſters let him go: he is my priſoner, and you ſhall not haue him. Go binde this man, for he is franticke too. What wilt thou do, thou peeuiſh Officer? Haſt thou delight to ſee a wretched man Do outrage and diſpleaſure to himſelfe? He is my priſoner, if I let him go, The debt he owes will be requir'd of me. I will diſcharge thee ere I go from thee, Beare me forthwith vnto his Creditor, And knowing how the debt growes I will pay it. Good Maſter Doctor ſee him ſafe conuey'd Home to my houſe, oh moſt vnhappy day. Oh moſt vnhappie ſtrumpet. Maſter, I am heere entred in bond for you. Out on thee Villaine, wherefore doſt thou mad mee? Will you be bound for nothing, be mad good Maſter, cry the diuell. God helpe poore ſoules, how idlely doe they talke. Go beare him hence, ſiſter go you with me: Say now, whoſe ſuite is he arreſted at? One Angelo a Goldſmith, do you know him? I know the man: what is the ſumme he owes? Two hundred Duckets. Say, how growes it due. Due for a Chaine your husband had of him. He did beſpeake a Chain for me, but had it not. When as your husband all in rage to day. Came to my houſe, and tooke away my Ring, The Ring I ſaw vpon his finger now, Straight after did I meete him with a Chaine. It may be ſo, but I did neuer ſee it. Come Iailor, bring me where the Goldſmith is, I long to know the truth heereof at large. God for thy mercy, they are looſe againe. And come with naked ſwords, Let's call more helpe to haue them bound againe. Away, they'l kill vs. I ſee theſe Witches are affraid of ſwords. She that would be your wife, now ran from you. Come to the Centaur, fetch our ſtuffe from thence: I long that we were ſafe and ſound aboord. Faith ſtay heere this night, they will ſurely do vs no harme: you ſaw they ſpeake vs faire, giue vs gold: me thinkes they are ſuch a gentle Nation, that but for the Mountaine of mad fleſh that claimes mariage of me, I could finde in my heart to ſtay heere ſtill, and turne Witch. I will not ſtay to night for all the Towne, Therefore away, to get our ſtuffe aboord. I am ſorry Sir that I haue hindred you, But I proteſt he had the Chaine of me, Though moſt diſhoneſtly he doth denie it. How is the man eſteem'd heere in the Citie?