Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.76 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I've Instruments distinct, that take a charge O'th' several quarters of my Frame, My Dwarf Doth dress me up unto the knees, and when His stature leaves his reach, young Virgins then (Th'issue of decayed Barons) do begin And govern to the Navel. Whilst upwards barbers, Painters, and Parasites are used. But will your Lordship walk and see the spring? We have a Garden where it ever dwells. And shall we be delighted and entranced? We'll sacrifice the utmost of our wealth And love, t'express your welcome Sir. Wilt 'I faith. There's a sapphire Chain: Tie thy Monkey in't— Take it; for by this hand I am in haste And cannot offer twice. If you should chance (My honoured Lord) to drop those trifles here, I would be mannerly, and reach'em up. I will give thee a Bushel of seed-pearl To embroider thy Petticoat. This way— Your Lordship hath forgot to leave notice for Those Princes in disguise that shall by chance Demand ye at the gate. Who does he mean? A leash of German Dukes that walk in Rugge. I should consult with'em 'bout subversion Of a State or two; but I'm not yet at Leisure. My Lord, they shall be answered so. Your hypocrisy wants a little Art. Your bounty will impoverish us too soon. Ye both do lie, I weave my cunning close. Fortune, redeem the credit of thy Eyes. Thou wilt (if thou art partial now and kind) But wink on me, though to the world thouart blind. THis is the truth, therefore consider now my Fate. Hah! Sciolto! What makes he there. 'tis Sciolto, the brute Adulterer, He whom I lately mentioned in my speech. A slave more salt than is the baltic ware, More hot than hell, a Satire or a Goat. And shall be still so (Sir) unless your wife Dismiss her pride, and vouchsafe to cool me. devils and death, I'm murdered through the Ear— Take discipline awhile, Know if there be A boisterous motion used, I have for each Of you a round Cinnamon plum, and they Shall enter your nice stomachs the wrong way— Though thou wert hardy as the lion's race; And armed with all th'Artillery on Earth, I durst assault thee as I am; but so I cannot satisfy Revenge. Sciolto, now my memory begins To know you better: for your riots bold And loud demeanour in this City hath Been long observed. I wonder much y'employimploy Your precious minutes in a course so vile. What, as to copulate and increase kind? It has been a vocation ever since The Sun spied man thus crawling on the Earth— But what excuse canst thou in honour urge, for wearing such advantageous defence, Against his just and single violence? I have an odd humour, not to be killed. O Alteza, had but my name been hid Beneath some fold in the voluminous Dark book of Fate, I might have missed of my Creation then, so I should ne'er have seen Thy face.
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Length
502 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I'ue Inſtruments diſtinct, that take a charge O'th ſeuerall quarters of my Frame, My Dwarfe Doth dreſſe me vp vnto the knees, and when His ſtature leaues his reach, young Virgines then (Th'iſſue of decay'd Barons) do beginne And gouerne to the Nauell. Whilſt vpwards Barbars, Painters, and Paraſites are vſ'd. But will your Lordſhip walke and ſee the ſpring? We haue a Garden where it euer dwels. And ſhall we be delighted and entranc'd? We'le ſacrifice the vtmoſt of our wealth And loue, t'expreſſe your welcome Sir. Wilt'I faith. There's a Saphyre Chaine: Tie thy Monkie in't— Take it; for by this hand I am in haſte And cannot offer twice. If you ſhould chance (My honourd Lord) to drop thoſe trifles heere, I would be mannerly, and reach'em vp. I will giue thee a Buſhell of Seed-Pearle To imbroider thy Petticoate. This way— Your Lordſhip hath forgot to leaue notice for Thoſe Princes in diguiſe that ſhall by chance Demand ye at the gate. Who does he meane? A leaſh of Germane Dukes that walke in Rugge. I ſhould conſult with'em'bout ſubuerſion Of a State or two; but I'm not yet at Leaſure. My Lord, they ſhall be anſwerd ſo. Your hypocriſie wants a little Art. Your bounty will impoueriſh vs too ſoone. Ye both doe lie, I weaue my cunning cloſe. Fortune, redeeme the credit of thy Eyes. Thou wilt (if thou art partiall now and kind) But winke on me, though to the world th'art blind. THis is the truth, therefore conſider now my Fate. Hah! Sciolto! What makes he there. Tis Sciolto, the brute Adulterer, He whom I lately mention'd in my ſpeech. A ſlaue more ſalt then is the Balticke ware, More hot then hell, a Satyre or a Goate. And ſhall be ſtill ſo (Sir) vnleſſe your wife Diſmiſſe her pride, and vouchſafe to coole me. Deuils and death, I'm murderd through the Eare— Take diſcipline awhile, Know if there be A boiſterous motion vſd, I haue for each Of you a round Synamon Plumme, and they Shall enter your nice ſtomacks the wrong way— Though thou wert hardy as the Lions race; And arm'd with all th'Artillery on Earth, I durſt aſſault thee as I am; but ſo I cannot ſatisfie Reuenge. Sciolto, now my memory begins To know you better: for your riots bold And lowd demeanure in this City hath Beene long obſeru'd. I wonder much y'imploy Your precious minutes in a courſe ſo vile. What, as to copulate and increaſe kind? It has beene a vocation euer ſince The Sunne ſpi'd man thus crawling on the Earth— But what excuſe canſt thou in honour vrge, for wearing ſuch aduantagious defence, Againſt his iuſt and ſingle violence? I haue an odde humor, not to be kill'd. O Alteza, had but my name beene hid Beneath ſome fold in the voluminous Darke booke of Fate, I might haue miſſ'd of my Creation then, ſo I ſhould nere haue ſeene Thy face.