Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1606-c.1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.84 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
And late five thousand: to Varro and to Isidore He owes nine thousand, besides my former sum, Which makes it five and twenty. Still in motion Of raging waste? It cannot hold, it will not. If I want Gold, steal but a beggar's Dog, And give it Timon, why the Dog coins Gold. If I would sell my Horse, and buy twenty more Better than he; why give my Horse to Timon. Ask nothing, give it him, it Foles me strait And able Horses: No Porter at his gate, But rather one that smiles, and still invites All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason Can sound his state in safety. Caphis hoa, Caphis I say. here sir, what is your pleasure. Get on your cloak, & hast you to Lord Timon, Importune him for my moneys, be not ceased With slight denial; nor then silenced, when Commend me to your Master, and the Cap Plays in the right hand, thus: but tell him, My uses cry to me; I must serve my turn Out of mine own, his days and times are past, And my reliances on his fracted dates Have smit my credit. I love, and honour him, But must not break my back, to heal his finger. Immediate are my needs, and my relief Must not be tossed and turned to me in words, But find supply immediate. Get you gone, Put on a most importunate aspect, A visage of demand: for I do fear When every Feather sticks in his own wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flashes now a Phoenix, get you gone. I go sir. I go sir? Take the Bonds along with you, And have the dates in. Come. I will Sir. Go. No care, no stop, so senseless of expense, That he will neither know how to maintain it, Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no account How things go from him, nor resume no care Of what is to continue: never mind, Was to be so unwise, to be so kind. What shall be done, he will not hear, till feel: I must be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fie, fie, fie, fie. Good even Varro: what, you come for money? Is't not your business too? It is, and yours too, Isidore? It is so. Would we were all discharged. I fear it, here comes the Lord. So soon as dinners done, we'll forth again My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will? My Lord, here is a note of certain dues. Dues? whence are you? Of Athens here, my Lord. Go to my Steward. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off To the succession of new days this month: My Master is awaked by great Occasion, To call upon his own, and humbly prays you, That with your other Noble parts, you'll suit, In giving him his right. Mine honest Friend, I prithee but repair to me next morning. Nay, good my Lord. Contain thyself, good Friend.
nodes 505–575 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 35 in this edition
Length
508 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (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)
And late fiue thouſand: to Varro and to Iſidore He owes nine thouſand, beſides my former ſumme, Which makes it fiue and twenty. Still in motion Of raging waſte? It cannot hold, it will not. If I want Gold, ſteale but a beggers Dogge, And giue it Timon, why the Dogge coines Gold. If I would ſell my Horſe, and buy twenty moe Better then he; why giue my Horſe to Timon. Aske nothing, giue it him, it Foles me ſtraight And able Horſes: No Porter at his gate, But rather one that ſmiles, and ſtill inuites All that paſſe by. It cannot hold, no reaſon Can ſound his ſtate in ſafety. Caphis hoa, Caphis I ſay. Heere ſir, what is your pleaſure. Get on your cloake, & haſt you to Lord Timon, Importune him for my Moneyes, be not ceaſt With ſlight deniall; nor then ſilenc'd, when Commend me to your Maſter, and the Cap Playes in the right hand, thus: but tell him, My Vſes cry to me; I muſt ſerue my turne Out of mine owne, his dayes and times are paſt, And my reliances on his fracted dates Haue ſmit my credit. I loue, and honour him, But muſt not breake my backe, to heale his finger. Immediate are my needs, and my releefe Muſt not be toſt and turn'd to me in words, But finde ſupply immediate. Get you gone, Put on a moſt importunate aſpect, A viſage of demand: for I do feare When euery Feather ſtickes in his owne wing, Lord Timon will be left a naked gull, Which flaſhes now a Phoenix, get you gone. I go ſir. I go ſir? Take the Bonds along with you, And haue the dates in. Come. I will Sir. Go. No care, no ſtop, ſo ſenſeleſſe of expence, That he will neither know how to maintaine it, Nor ceaſe his flow of Riot. Takes no accompt How things go from him, nor reſume no care Of what is to continue: neuer minde, Was to be ſo vnwiſe, to be ſo kinde. What ſhall be done, he will not heare, till feele: I muſt be round with him, now he comes from hunting. Fye, fie, fie, fie. Good euen Varro: what, you come for money? Is't not your buſineſſe too? It is, and yours too, Iſidore? It is ſo. Would we were all diſcharg'd. I feare it, Heere comes the Lord. So ſoone as dinners done, wee'l forth againe My Alcibiades. With me, what is your will? My Lord, heere is a note of certaine dues. Dues? whence are you? Of Athens heere, my Lord. Go to my Steward. Pleaſe it your Lordſhip, he hath put me off To the ſucceſſion of new dayes this moneth: My Maſter is awak'd by great Occaſion, To call vpon his owne, and humbly prayes you, That with your other Noble parts, you'l ſuite, In giuing him his right. Mine honeſt Friend, I prythee but repaire to me next morning. Nay, good my Lord. Containe thy ſelfe, good Friend.