Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
That was a fine fellow! I would have him, now. But where's their cunning, now, when they should use it? they are all chained now, I warrant you. Youth, youth, thou hadst better, etc. The Rat-catcher's charm, are all fools and Asses to this! A pox on 'em, that they will not come! that a man should have such a desire to a thing, and want it. 'Fore God, I'd give half the Fair, and 'twere mine, for a cutpurse for him, to save his longing. Look you Sister, here, here, where is't now? which pocket is't in? for a wager? I beseech you leave your wagers, and let him end his matter, an't may be. O, are you edified Numps? Indeed he does interrupt him, too much: There Numps spoke to purpose. Sister, I am an Ass, I cannot keep my purse: on, on; I pray thee, friend. But O, you vile nation of cutpurses all, Relent and repent, and amend and be sound, And know that you aught not, by honest men's fall, Advance your own fortunes, to die above ground, And though you go gay, In silks as you may, It is not the high way to heaven, (as they say) Repent than, repent you, for better, for worse: And kiss not the Gallows for cutting a purse. Youth, youth, thou hadst better been starved by thy Nurse, Than live to be hanged for cutting a purse. Will you see sport? look, there's a fellow gathers up to him, mark. Good,' i faith some has lighted on the wrong pocket. He has it, 'fore God he is a brave fellow; pity he should be detected. An excellent ballad! an excellent ballad! Friend, let me ha' the first, let me ha' the first, I pray you. Pardon me, Sir. First come, first served; and I'll buy the whole bundle too. That conveyance was better than all, did you see't? he has given the purse to the ballad-singer. Has he? Sir, I cry you mercy; I'll not hinder the poor man's profit: pray you mistake me not. Sir, I take you for an honest Gentleman; if that be mistaking, I met you to day afore: ha'! humh! O God my purse is gone, my purse, my purse, etc. Come, do not make a stir, and cry yourself an Ass, thorough the Fair afore your time. Why, hast thou it, Numps? good Numps, how came you by it? I mar'le! I pray you seek foam other gamester, to play the fool with: you may loose it time enough, for all your Fair-wit. By this good hand, glove and all, I ha' lost it already, if thou hast it not: feel else, and Mistress Grace's handkerchief, too, out o'the t'other pocket. Why, 'tis well; very well, exceeding pretty, and well. Are you sure you ha' lost it, Sir? O God yes; as I am an honest man, I had it but even now, at youth, youth.
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)
That was a fine fellow! I would haue him, now. But where's their cunning, now, when they ſhould vſe it? they are all chain'd now, I warrant you. Youth, youth, thou hadſt better, &c. The Rat-catchers charme, are all fooles and Aſſes to this! A poxe on 'hem, that they will not come! that a man ſhould haue ſuch a deſire to a thing, and want it. 'Fore God, I'ld giue halfe the Fayre, and 'twere mine, for a cutpurſe for him, to ſaue his longing. Looke you Siſter, heere, heere, where is't now? which pocket is't in? for a wager? I beſeech you leaue your wagers, and let him end his matter, an't may be. O, are you aedified Numps? Indeed hee do's interrupt him, too much: There Numps ſpoke to purpoſe. Siſter, I am an Aſſe, I cannot keepe my purſe: on, on; I pray thee, friend. But O, you vile nation of cutpurſes all, Relent and repent, and amend and be ſound, And know that you ought not, by honeſt mens fall, Aduance your owne fortunes, to die aboue ground, And though you goe gay, In ſilkes as you may, It is not the high way to heauen, (as they ſay) Repent then, repent you, for better, for worſe: And kiſſe not the Gallowes for cutting a purſe. Youth, youth, thou hadſt better bin ſteru'd by thy Nurſe, Then liue to be hanged for cutting a purſe. Will you ſee ſport? looke, there's a fellow gathers vp to him, marke. Good, 'i faith ome has lighted on the wrōg pocket. He has it, 'fore God hee is a braue fellow; pitty hee ſhould be detected. An excellent ballad! an excellent ballad! Friend, let mee ha' the firſt, let mee ha' the firſt, I pray you. Pardon mee, Sir. Firſt come, firſt ſeru'd; and I'le buy the whole bundle too. That conueyance was better then all, did you ſee't? he has giuen the purſe to the ballad-ſinger. Has hee? Sir, I cry you mercy; I'le not hinder the poore mans profit: pray you miſtake me not. Sir, I take you for an honeſt Gentleman; if that be miſtaking, I met you to day afore: ha! humh! O God! my purſe is gone, my purſe, my purſe, &c. Come, doe not make a ſtirre, and cry your ſelfe an Aſſe, thorow the Fayre afore your time. Why, haſt thou it, Numpes? good Numpes, how came you by it? I mar'le! I pray you ſeeke fome other gamſter, to play the foole with: you may loſe it time enough, for all your Fayre-wit. By this good hand, gloue and all, I ha' loſt it already, if thou haſt it not: feele elſe, and Miſtris Grace's handkercher, too, out o'the tother pocket. Why, 'tis well; very well, exceeding pretty, and well. Are you ſure you ha' loſt it, Sir? O God! yes; as I am an honeſt man, I had it but e'en now, at youth, youth.