Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
A delicate great boy! me thinks, he out-scrambles 'em all. I cannot persuade myself, but he goes to grammar-school yet; and plays the truant, to day. Would he had another purse to cut, Zekiel. Purse? a man might cut out his kidneys, I think; and he never feel 'em, he is so earnest at the sport. His soul is half way out on's body, at the game. Away, Nightingale: that way. I think I am furnished for Cathern pears, for one under-meale: gi'me my cloak. Good Gentleman, give me my ware. Where's the fellow, I give my cloak to? my cloak? and my hat? ha'! Gods'lid, is he gone? thiefs, thieves, help me to cry, Gentlemen. Away, Costermonger, come to us to Ursula's. Talk of him to have a soul?' heart, if he have any more than a thing given him in stead of salt, only to keep him from stinking, I'll be hanged afore my time, presently, where should it be trow? in his blood? he has not so much toward it in his whole body, as will maintain a good Flea; And if he take this course, he will not ha' so much land left, as to rear a Calf within this twelve mouth. Was there ever green Plover so pulled! That his little Overseer had been here now, and been but tall enough, to see him steal pears, in exchange, for his beaver-hat, and his cloak thus? I must go find him out, next, for his black box, and his Patent (it feemes) he has of his place; which I think the Gentleman would have a reversion of; that spoke to me for it so earnestly. Would I might loose my doublet, and hose, too; as I am an honest man, and never stir, if I think there be any thing, but thieving, and cozening, in'is whole Fair, Bartholomew-fair, quoth he; an ever any Bartholomew had that luck in't, that I have had, I'll be martyred for him, and in Smithfield, too. I ha' paid for my pears, a rot on 'em, I'll keep 'em no longer; you were choke-pears to me; I had been better ha' gone to mum chance for you, I wiss. Me thinks the Fair should not have used me thus, and 'twere but for my name's sake, I would nor ha' used a dog o'the name, so. O, Numps will triumph, now! Friend, do you know who I am? or where I lie? I do not myself, I'll besworne. Do but carry me home, and I'll please thee, I ha' money enough there, I ha' lost myself, and my cloak and my hat; and my fine sword, and my sister, and Numps, and Mistress Grace, (a Gentlewoman that I should ha' married) and a cutwork handkerchief, she give me, and two purses to day. And my bargain. o'Hobby-horses and Gingerbread, which grieves me worst of all.
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A delicate great boy! me thinks, he out-ſcrambles 'hem all. I cannot perſwade my ſelfe, but he goes to grammer-ſchole yet; and playes the trewant, to day. Would he had another purſe to cut, Zekiel. Purſe? a man might cut out his kidneys, I thinke; and he neuer feele 'hem, he is ſo earneſt at the ſport. His ſoule is halfe way out on's body, at the game. Away, Nightingale: that way. I thinke I am furniſh'd for Catherne peares, for one vnder-meale: gi'me my cloake. Good Gentleman, giue me my ware. Where's the fellow, I ga' my cloake to? my cloake? and my hat? ha! Gods'lid, is he gone? thieues, thieues, helpe me to cry, Gentlemen. Away, Coſtermonger, come to vs to Vrſla's. Talke of him to haue a ſoule? 'heart, if hee haue any more then a thing giuen him in ſtead of ſalt, onely to keepe him from ſtinking, I'le be hang'd afore my time, preſently, where ſhould it be trow? in his blood? hee has not ſo much to'ard it in his whole body, as will maintaine a good Flea; And if hee take this courſe, he will not ha' ſo much land left, as to reare a Calfe within this twelue mouth. Was there euer greene Plouer ſo pull'd! That his little Ouerſeer had beene heere now, and beene but tall enough, to ſee him ſteale peares, in exchange, for his beauer-hat, and his cloake thus? I muſt goe finde him out, next, for his blacke boxe, and his Patent (it feemes) hee has of his place; which I thinke the Gentleman would haue a reuerſion of; that ſpoke to me for it ſo earneſtly. Would I might loſe my doublet, and hoſe, too; as I am an honeſt man, and neuer ſtirre, if I thinke there be any thing, but thieuing, and cooz'ning, i'this whole Fayre, Bartholmew-fayre, quoth he; an' euer any Bartholmew had that lucke in't, that I haue had, I'le be martyr'd for him, and in Smithfield, too. I ha' paid for my peares, a rot on 'hem, I'le keepe 'hem no longer; you were choake-peares to mee; I had bin better ha' gone to mum chance for you, I wuſſe. Me thinks the Fayre ſhould not haue vs'd me thus, and 'twere but for my names ſake, I would nor ha' vs'd a dog o'the name, ſo. O, Numps will triumph, now! Friend, doe you know who I am? or where I lye? I doe not my ſelfe, I'll beſworne. Doe but carry me home, and I'le pleaſe thee, I ha' money enough there, I ha' loſt my ſelfe, and my cloake and my hat; and my fine ſword, and my ſiſter, and Numps, and Miſtris Grace, (a Gentlewoman that I ſhould ha' marryed) and a cut-worke handkercher, ſhee ga' mee, and two purſes to day. And my bargaine. o'Hobby-horſes and Ginger-bread, which grieues me worſt of all.