Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I hope you suspect not me, Sir. Thee? that were a jest indeed! Dost thou think the Gentleman is foolish? where hadst thou hands, I pray thee? Away Ass, away. I shall be beaten again, if I be spied. Sir, I suspect an odd fellow, yonder, is stealing away. Brother, it is the preaching fellow! you shall suspect him. He was at your t'other purse, you know! Nay, stay, Sir, and view the work you ha' done, an you be beneficed at the Gallows, and preach there, thank your own handiwork. Sir, you shall take no pride in your preferment: you shall be silenced quickly. What do you mean? sweet buds of gentility. To ha' my pennyworths out on you: Bud. Not less than two purses a day, serve you? I thought you a simple fellow, when my man Numps beat you, i'the morning, and pitied you— So did I, I'll besworne, brother; but now I see he is a lewd, and pernicious Enormity: (as Master Overdoo calls him.) Mine own words turned upon me, like swords. Cannot a man's purse be at quiet for you, i'the Master's pocket, but you must entice it forth, and debauch it? Sir, Sir, keep your debauch, and your fine Bartholomew-terms to yourself; and make as much on'em as you please. But gi'me this from you, i'the mean time: I beseech you, see if I can look to this. Why, Numps? Why? because you are an Ass, Sir, there's a reason the shortest way, and you will needs ha' it; now you ha' got the trick of losing, you'd loose your breech, an't 'twere loof. I know you, Sir, come, deliver, you'll go and crack the vermin, you breed now, will you? 'tis very fine, will you ha' the truth on't? they are such reckless flies as you are, that blow cutpurses abroad in every corner; your foolish having of money, maketh 'hem. An there were no wiser than I, Sir, the trade should lie open for you, Sir, it should i'faith, Sir. I would teach your wit to come to your head, Sir, as well as your land to come into your hand, I assure you, Sir. Alack, good Numps. Nay, Gentlemen, never pity me, I am not worth it: Lord sand me at home once, to Harrow o'the Hill again, if I travel any more, call me Coriat; withal my heart. Stay, Sir, I must have a word with you in private. Do you hear? With me, Sir? what's your pleasure? good Sir. Do not deny it. You are a cutpurse, Sir, this Gentleman here, and I, saw you, nor do we mean to detect you (though we can sufficiently inform ourselves, toward the danger of concealing you) but you must do us a piece of service. Good Gentlemen; do not undo me; I am a civil young man, and but a beginner, indeed.
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I hope you ſuſpect not me, Sir. Thee? that were a ieſt indeede! Doſt thou thinke the Gentleman is fooliſh? where hadſt thou hands, I pray thee? Away Aſſe, away. I ſhall be beaten againe, if I be ſpi'd. Sir, I ſuſpect an odde fellow, yonder, is ſtealing away. Brother, it is the preaching fellow! you ſhall ſuſpect him. He was at your tother purſe, you know! Nay, ſtay, Sir, and view the worke you ha' done, an' you be benefic'd at the Gallowes, and preach there, thanke your owne handy-worke. Sir, you ſhall take no pride in your preferment: you ſhall be ſilenc'd quickly. What doe you meane? ſweet buds of gentility. To ha' my peneworths out on you: Bud. No leſſe then two purſes a day, ſerue you? I thought you a ſimple fellow, when my man Numpes beate you, i'the morning, and pittied you— So did I, I'll beſworne, brother; but now I ſee hee is a lewd, and pernicious Enormity: (as Maſter Ouerdoo calls him.) Mine owne words turn'd vpon mee, like ſwords. Cannot a man's purſe be at quiet for you, i'the Maſters pocket, but you muſt intice it forth, and debauch it? Sir, Sir, keepe your debauch, and your fine Bartholmew-termes to your ſelfe; and make as much on'hem as you pleaſe. But gi'me this from you, i'the meane time: I beſeech you, ſee if I can looke to this. Why, Numps? Why? becauſe you are an Aſſe, Sir, there's a reaſon the ſhorteſt way, and you will needs ha' it; now you ha' got the tricke of loſing, you'ld loſe your breech, an't 'twere loofe. I know you, Sir, come, deliuer, you'll goe and cracke the vermine, you breed now, will you? 'tis very fine, will you ha' the truth on't? they are ſuch retchleſſe flies as you are, that blow cutpurſes abroad in euery corner; your fooliſh hauing of money, makes 'hem. An' there were no wiſer then I, Sir, the trade ſhoud lye open for you, Sir, it ſhould i'faith, Sir. I would teach your wit to come to your head, Sir, as well as your land to come into your hand, I aſſure you, Sir. Alacke, good Numps. Nay, Gentlemen, neuer pitty mee, I am not worth it: Lord ſend me at home once, to Harrow o'the Hill againe, if I trauell any more, call me Coriat; withall my heart. Stay, Sir, I muſt haue a word with you in priuate. Doe you heare? With me, Sir? what's your pleaſure? good Sir. Doe not deny it. You are a cutpurſe, Sir, this Gentleman here, and I, ſaw you, nor doe we meane to detect you (though we can ſufficiently informe our ſelues, toward the danger of concealing you) but you muſt doe vs a piece of ſeruice. Good Gentlemen; doe not vndoe me; I am a ciuill young man, and but a beginner, indeed.