The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 1 of 39
Massinger, Philip · published 1630 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Sep 17] [incorrect] (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
YOu have hired a Shop then? Yes sir, and our wares (Though brittle as a maidenhead at sixteen) Are safe unladen; not a Crystal cracked, Or China dish needs soldering; our choice Pictures As they came from the workman, without blemish, And I have studied speeches for each Piece, And in a thrifty tone to sell 'em off; Will swear by Mahamet, and termagant, That this is Mistress to the great Duke of Florence, That Niece to old King Pippin, and a third An Austrian Princess by her Roman nose, howe'er my conscience tells me they are figures Of Bawds, and common courtesans in Venice. You make no scruple of an oath then? Fie sir 'tis out of my Indentures, I am bound there To swear for my Master's profit as securely As your intelligencer must for his Prince, That sends him forth an honourable spy, To serve his purposes. And if it be lawful In a Christian shopkeeper to cheat his father, I cannot find but to abuse a Turk In the sale of our commodities, must be thought A meritorious work. I wonder sirrah What's your Religion? Troth to answer truly I would not be of one that should command me To feed upon poor Iohn, when I see Pheasants And Partridges on the Table: nor do I like The other that allows us to eat flesh In the Lent though it be rotten, rather than be Thought superstitious, as your zealous Cobbler, And learned botcher Preach at Amsterdam Over a Hotchpotch. I would not be confined In my belief, when all your Sects, sectaries Are grown of one opinion, if I like it I will profess myself, in the mean time Live I in England, Spain, France, Rome, Geneva. I am of that Country's faith, And what in Tunis, Will you turn Turk here? No! so I should lose A Collop of that part my Doll enjoined me To bring home as she left it; 'tis her venture, Nor dare I barter that commodity Without her special warrant. You are a Knave sir, leaving your Roguery think upon my business, It is no time to fool now Remember where you are too! though this Mart time, we are allowed free trading, and with safety. Temper your tongue and meddle not with the Turks, Their manners, nor Religion. Take you heed sir What colours you wear. Not two hours since there Landed An English pirate's Whore with a green apron, And as she walked the streets, one of their Muftis we call them Priests at Venice, with a Razor Cuts it of Petticoat, Smock and all, and leaves her As naked as my Nail: the young Fry wondering What strange beast it should be. I 'scaped a scouring My Mistress Buskepoynt, of that forbidden colour Then tyde my codpiece, had it been discovered I had been caponed. And had been well served; Haste to the Shop and set my Wares in order I will not long be absent? Though I strive sir To put of melancholy, to which, you are ever Too much inclined, it shall not hinder me With my best care to serve you
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Length
528 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
YOu haue hirde a Shop then? Yes sir, and our wares (Though brittle as a maydenhead at ixteene) Are safe vnladen; not a Christall crackt, Or China dish needs sodring; our choice Pictures As they came from the workeman, without blemish, And I haue studied speeches for each Pee, And in a thrifty tone to sell 'em off; Will sweare by , and , That this is Mistris to the great Duke of Florence, That Neece to old King Pippin, and a third An Austrian Princesse by her Roman nose, How ere my conscience tels me they are figures Of Bades, and common Courtezans in Venice. You make no scruple of an oath then? ie sir Tis out of my Indentures, I am bound there To sweare for my Masters profit as securely As your intelligencer must for his Prince, That sendes him forth an honourable spie, To serue his purposes. And if it be lawfull In a Christian shopkeeper to cheate his father, I cannot find but to abuse a Turke In the sale of our commodities, must bee thought A meritorious worke. I wonder sirra What's your Religion? Troth to answere truely I would not be of one that should command mee To feed vpon poore Iohn, when I see Pheasants And Partriges on the Table: nor doe I like The other that allowes vs to eate flesh In the Lent though it be rotten, rather then bee Thought superstitious, as your zealous Cobler, And learned botcher Preach at Amsterdam Ouer a Hotchpotch. I would not be cofin'd In my beliefe, when all your Sects, ectries Are growne of one opinion, if I like it I will professe my selfe, in the meane time Liue I in England, Spaine, France, I am of that Countryes aith, And what in Tunis, Will you turne Turke heere? No! so I should loose A Collop of that part my Dll inoyn'd mee To bring home as she left it; tis her venture, Nor dare I barter that commoditie Without her speciall warant. You are a Knae sir, Leaing your Roguerie thinke vpon my businesse, It is no time to foole now Remember where you are too! though this Mart time, Wee are allowde free trading, and with safetie. Temper your tongue and meddle not with the Turkes, Their manners, nor Religion. Take you heede sir What colours you weare. Not two houres since there Landed An English Pirats Whore with a greene apron, And as she walk't the streets, one of their Mufties Wee call them Priests at Venice, with a Razor Cutts it of Petticoate, Smocke and all, and leaues her As naked as my Nayle: the young Frie wondering What strange beast it should be. I scap't a scouring My Mistres Buskepoynt, of that forbidden coloure Then tyde my codpeece, had it beene discouer'd I had beene caponde. And had beene well seru'd; Haste to the Shoppe and set my Wares in order I will not long be absent? Though I striue sir To put of Melencholy, to which, you are euer Too much inclinde, it shall not hinder me With my best care to serue you