Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
GOd give your worship joy. What? of your staying? And leaving me to stalk here in my trowses, Like a tame Her'n-few for you? I but waited Below, till the clock strooke. Why, if you had come Before a quarter, would it so have hurt you, In reputation, to have waited here? Not, but your worship might have pleaded nonage, If you had got 'em on, ere I could make Just Affidavit of the time. That jest Has gained thy pardon, thou hadst lived, condemned To thine own hell else, never to have wrought Stitch more for me, or any Peniboy, I could have hindered thee: but now thou art mine. For one and twenty years, or for three lives, Choose which thou wilt, I'll make thee a Copyholder, And thy first Bill unquestioned. Help me on. Presently, Sir, I am bound unto your worship. Thou shalt be, when I have sealed thee a Lease of my Custom. Your wor ps. Barbar is without. Who? Thom? Come in Thom: set thy things upon the Board And spread thy clothes, lay all forth in procinctu, And tell's what news? O Sir, a staple of news! Or the New Staple, which you please. What's that? An Office, Sir, a brave young Office set up. I had forgot to tell your worship. For what? To enter all the News, Sir, o' the time, And vent it as occasion serves! A place Of huge commerce it will be! Pray thee peace, I cannot abide a talking Tailor: let Thom (He's a Barber) by his place relate it, What is't, an Office, Thom? Newly erected Here in the house, almost on the same floor, Where all the news of all sorts shall be brought, And there be examined, and than registered, And so be issued under the Seal of the Office, As Staple News; no other news be currant. 'Fore me, thou speakest of a brave business, Thom. Nay, if you knew the brain that hatched it Sr— I know thee well enough: give him a loaf, Thom— Quiet his mouth, that Oven will be venting else. Proceed— He tells you true Sr. Mr Cymbal, Is Master of the Office, he projected it, He lies here i'the house: and the great rooms He has taken for the Office, and set up His Desks and Classes, Tables and his Shelves, He's my Customer, and a Wit Sir, too. But, h'has brave wits under him— Yes, four Emissaries, Emissaries? stay, there's a fine new word, Thom! Pray God it signify any thing, what are Emissaries? Men employed outward, that are sent abroad To fetch in the commodity. From all regions Where the best news are made. Or vented forth. By way of exchange, or trade. Nay, thou wilt speak—
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GOd giue your worſhip ioy. What? of your ſtaying? And leauing me to ſtalke here in my trowſes, Like a tame Her'n-few for you? I but waited Below, till the clocke ſtrooke. Why, if you had come Before a quarter, would it ſo haue hurt you, In reputation, to haue wayted here? No, but your worſhip might haue pleaded nonage, If you had got 'hem on, ere I could make Iuſt Affidauit of the time. That ieſt Has gain'd thy pardon, thou had'ſt liu'd, condemn'd To thine owne hell elſe, neuer to haue wrought Stitch more for me, or any Peniboy, I could haue hindred thee: but now thou art mine. For one and twenty yeeres, or for three liues, Chuſe which thou wilt, I'll make thee a Copy-holder, And thy firſt Bill vnqueſtion'd. Helpe me on. Preſently, Sir, I am bound vnto your worſhip. Thou ſhalt be, when I haue ſeal'd thee a Leaſe of my Cuſtome. Your worps. Barbar is without. Who? Thom? Come in Thom: ſet thy things vpon the Boord And ſpread thy clothes, lay all forth in procinctu, And tell's what newes? O Sir, a ſtaple of newes! Or the New Staple, which you pleaſe. What's that? An Office, Sir, a braue young Office ſet vp. I had forgot to tell your worſhip. For what? To enter all the Newes, Sir, o' the time, And vent it as occaſion ſerues! A place Of huge commerce it will be! Pray thee peace, I cannot abide a talking Taylor: let Thom (He's a Barber) by his place relate it, What is't, an Office, Thom? Newly erected Here in the houſe, almoſt on the ſame floore, Where all the newes of all ſorts ſhall be brought, And there be examin'd, and then regiſtred, And ſo be iſſu'd vnder the Seale of the Office, As Staple Newes; no other newes be currant. 'Fore me, thou ſpeak'ſt of a braue buſines, Thom. Nay, if you knew the brain that hatch'd it Sr— I know thee wel inough: giue him a loaf, Thom— Quiet his mouth, that Ouen will be venting elſe. Proceed— He tels you true Sr. Mr Cymbal, Is Maſter of the Office, he proiected it, Hee lies here i'the houſe: and the great roomes He has taken for the Office, and ſet vp His Deskes and Claſſes, Tables and his Shelues, He's my Cuſtomer, and a Wit Sir, too. But, h'has braue wits vnder him— Yes, foure Emiſſaries, Emiſſaries? ſtay, there's a fine new word, Thom! 'Pray God it ſignifie any thing, what are Emiſſaries? Men imploy'd outward, that are ſent abroad To fetch in the commodity. From all regions Where the beſt newes are made. Or vented forth. By way of exchange, or trade. Nay, thou wilt ſpeak—