Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Now Ale. And strong Ale bless him. God's so, some Ale, and Sugar for my Founder! Good Bills, sufficient Bills, these Bills may pass. I do not like those paper-squibs, good Master. They may undo your store, I mean, of Credit, And fire your Arsenal, if case you do not In time make good those outerworks, your pockets, And take a Garrison in of some two hundred, To beaten these Pioneers of, that carry a Mine Would blow you up, at last. Secure your Casamates, Here Master Picklock, Sir, your man o' Law, And learned Attorney, has sent you a Bag of munition. What is't? Three hundred pieces. I'll dispatch 'hem. Do, I would have your strengths lined, and perfumed With Gold, as well as Amber. God a mercy, Come, Ad soluendum, boys! there, there, and there, etc. I look on nothing but Totalis. See! The difference 'twixt the covetous, and the prodigal! The Covetous man never has money! and The Prodigal will have none shortly! Ha', What says my Founder? I thank you, I thank you Sirs. God bless your worship, and your worship's Chanter. I say it is nobly done, to cherish Shopkeepers, And pay their Bills, without examining thus. Alas! they have had a pitiful hard time on't, A long vacation, from their cozening. Poor Rascals, I do do it out of charity. I would advance their trade again, and have them Haste to be rich, swear, and forswear wealthily, What do you stay for, Sirrah? To my box Sir, Your box, why, there's an angel, if my Spurs Be not right Rippon. Give me never a penny If I strike not thorough your bounty with the Rowels. Dost thou want any money Founder? Who, Sr. I, Did I not tell you I was bred i'the Mines, Under Sir Bevis Bullion. That is true, I quite forgot, you Mine-men want no money, Your streets are paved with it: there, the molten silver Runs out like cream, on cakes of gold. And Rubies Do grow like Strawberries. 'Twere brave being there! Come Thom, we'll go to the Office now. What Office? News Office, the New Staple; thou shalt go too, 'Tis here i'the house, on the same floor, Thom. says, Come, Founder, let us trade in Ale, and nutmegs. WHat, are those Desks fit now? set forth the Table, The Carpet and the Chair: where are the News That were examined last? ha you filled them up? Not yet, I had no time. Are those news registered, That Emissary Buzz sent in last night? Of Spinola, and his Eggs? Yes Sir, and filled. What are you now upon? That our new Emissary Westminster, gave us, of the Golden Heir. Dispatch, that's news indeed, and of importance. What would you have good woman? I would have Sir, A groatsworth of any News, I care not what, To carry down this Saturday, to our Vicar. O! You are a Butter-woman, ask Nathaniel The Clerk, there.
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Now Ale. And ſtrong Ale bleſſe him. Gods ſo, ſome Ale, and Sugar for my Founder! Good Bills, ſufficient Bills, theſe Bills may paſſe. I do not like thoſe paper-ſquibs, good Maſter. They may vndoe your ſtore, I meane, of Credit, And fire your Arſenall, if caſe you doe not In time make good thoſe outerworkes, your pockets, And take a Garriſon in of ſome two hundred, To beat theſe Pyoners off, that carry a Mine Would blow you vp, at laſt. Secure your Caſamates, Here Maſter Picklocke, Sir, your man o' Law, And learn'd Atturney, has ſent you a Bag of munition. What is't? Three hundred pieces. I'll diſpatch 'hem. Do, I would haue your ſtrengths lin'd, and perfum'd With Gold, as well as Amber. God a mercy, Come, Ad ſoluendum, boyes! there, there, and there, &c. I looke on nothing but Totalis. See! The difference 'twixt the couetous, and the prodigall! "The Couetous man neuer has money! and "The Prodigall will haue none ſhortly! Ha, What ſaies my Founder? I thanke you, I thanke you Sirs. God bleſſe your worſhip, and your worſhips Chanter. I ſay 't is nobly done, to cheriſh Shop-keepers, And pay their Bills, without examining thus. Alas! they haue had a pittifull hard time on't, A long vacation, from their coozening. Poore Raſcalls, I doe doe it out of charity. I would aduance their trade againe, and haue them Haſte to be rich, ſweare, and forſweare wealthily, What doe you ſtay for, Sirrah? To my boxe Sir, Your boxe, why, there's an angel, if my Spurres Be not right Rippon. Giue me neuer a penny If I ſtrike not thorow your bounty with the Rowells. Do'ſt thou want any money Founder? Who, Sr. I, Did I not tell you I was bred i'the Mines, Vnder Sir Beuis Bullion. That is true, I quite forgot, you Myne-men want no money, Your ſtreets are pau'd with 't: there, the molten ſiluer Runns out like creame, on cakes of gold. And Rubies Doe grow like Strawberries. 'Twere braue being there! Come Thom, we'll go to the Office now. What Office? Newes Office, the New Staple; thou ſhalt goe too, 'Tis here i'the houſe, on the ſame floore, Thom. ſayes, Come, Founder, let vs trade in Ale, and nutmegges. WHat, are thoſe Desks fit now? ſet forth the Table, The Carpet and the Chayre: where are the Newes That were examin'd laſt? ha' you fil'd them vp? Not yet, I had no time. Are thoſe newes regiſtred, That Emiſſary Buz ſent in laſt night? Of Spinola, and his Egges? Yes Sir, and fil'd. What are you now vpon? That our new Emiſſary Weſtminſter, gaue vs, of the Golden Heyre. Diſpatch, that's newes indeed, and of importance. What would you haue good woman? I would haue Sir, A groatſworth of any Newes, I care not what, To carry downe this Saturday, to our Vicar. O! You are a Butterwoman, aske Nathaniel The Clerke, there.