2 The Honest Whore (2 The Converted Courtesan) · chunk 12 of 47
Dekker, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-c.1605] (Annals) comedy · Prince Henry's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.85 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Nay look you, sir, I know when all sins are old in us, and go upon Crutches, that Covetousness does but then lie in her Cradle; 'Tis not so with me. Lechery loves to dwell in the fairest lodging, and Covetousness in the oldest buildings, that are ready to fall: but my white head, sir, is no Inn for such a gossip. If a Servingman at my years be not stored with biscuit enough, that has sailed about the world to serve him the voyage out of his life, and to bring him East-home; Ill pity but all his days should be fasting days: I care not so much for wages, for I have scraped a handful of gold together; I have a little money, sir, which I would put into your worship's hands, not so much to make it more. No, no, you say well, thou sayest well; but I must tell you: How much is the money, sayest thou? About twenty pound, Sir. Twenty pound? Let me see: that shall bring thee in, after ten per centum, per annum. No, no, no, sir, no; I cannot abide to have money engender: fie upon this silver Lechery, fie; if I may have meat to my mouth, and rags to my back, and a flock-bed to snort upon, when I die, the longer liver take all. A good old Boy, i'faith, if thou servest me, thou shalt eat as I eat, drink as I drink, lie as I lie, and ride as I ride. That's if you have money to hire horses. What dost thou think on't? This good old Lad here shall serve me. Alas, Matheo, wilt thou load a back That is already broke? Peace, pox on you, peace, there's a trick in't, I fly high, it shall be so, Front. as I tell you: give me thy hand, thou shalt serve me i'faith: welcome: as for your money— Nay, look you sir, I have it here. Pesh, keep it thyself, man, and then thouart sure 'tis safe. Safe! and 'twere ten thousand Ducats, your Worship should be my cashkeeper; I have heard what your Worship is, an excellent dunghill Cock, to scatter all abroad: but I'll venture twenty pounds on's head. And didst thou serve my Worshipful Father-in-law, Signior Orlando Friscabaldo, that mad man once? I served him so long, till he turned me out of doors. It's a notable chuff, I ha' not seen him many a day. No matter and you ne'er see him: it's an arrant Grandy, a Churl, and as damned a cutthroat. Thou villain, curb thy tongue, thou art a Iudas, To sell thy Master's name to slander thus. Away Ass, he speaks but truth, thy father is a— Gentleman. And an old knave, there's more deceit in him then in sixteen Pothecaries: it's a Devil, thou mayst beg, starve, hang, damn; does he send thee so much as a cheese?
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Length
489 words · 686 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay looke you, sir, I know when all sinnes are old in vs, and goe vpon Crutches, that Couetousnesse does but then lie in her Cradle; 'Tis not so with me. Letchery loues to dwell in the fairest lodging, and Couetousnesse in the oldest buildings, that are ready to fall: but my white head, sir, is no Inne for such a gossip. If a Seruingman at my yeeres be not stored with bisket enough, that has sayled about the world to serue him the voyage out of his life, and to bring him East-home; Ill pitty but all his daies should be fasting daies: I care not so much for wages, for I haue scraped a handfull of gold together; I haue a little money, sir, which I would put into your Worships hands, not so much to make it more. No, no, you say well, thou sayest well; but I must tell you: How much is the money, sayest thou? About twenty pound, Sir. Twenty pound? Let me see: that shall bring thee in, after ten per centum, per annum. No, no, no, sir, no; I cannot abide to haue money ingender: fye vpon this siluer Lechery, fye; if I may haue meat to my mouth, and rags to my backe, and a flock-bed to snort vpon, when I die, the longer liuer take all. A good old Boy, yfaith, if thou seruest me, thou shalt eat as I eat, drinke as I drinke, lye as I lye, and ride as I ride. That's if you haue money to hire horses. What doest thou thinke on't? This good old Lad here shall sere me. Alas, Matheo, wilt thou load a backe That is already broke? Peace, pox on you, peace, there's a tricke in't, I flye hye, it shall be so, Front. as I tell you: giue me thy hand, thou shalt serue me yfaith: welcome: as for your money— Nay, looke you sir, I haue it here. Pesh, keepe it thy selfe, man, and then th'art sure 'tis safe. Safe! and 'twere ten thousand Duckets, your Worship should be my cash-keeper; I haue heard what your Worship is, an excellent dunghill Cocke, to scatter all abroad: but Ile venture twenty pounds on's head. And did'st thou serue my Worshipfull Father-in-law, Signior Orlando Friscabaldo, that mad man once? I serued him so long, till he turned me out of doores. It's a notable Chuffe, I ha not seene him many a day. No matter and you ne'r see him: it's an arrant Grandy, a Churle, and as damnd a cut-throat. Thou villaine, curb thy tongue, thou art a Iudas, To sell thy Masters name to slander thus. Away Asse, he speakes but truth, thy father is a— Gentleman. And an old knaue, there's more deceit in him then in sixteene Poticaries: it's a Deuill, thou maist beg, starue, hang, damne; does he send thee so much as a cheese?