Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Nor shall the Stationer cheat upon the Time, By buttering over again— once, in Seven Years, As the age dotes— And grows forgetful o'them, His antiquated Pamphlets, with new dates. But all shall come from the Mint. Fresh and new stamped, With the Office-seal, Staple Commodity. And if a man will assure his News, he may: Twopences a Sheet he shall be warranted, And have a policy for't. Sir, I admire The method o' your place; all things within't Are so digested, fitted, and composed, As it shows Wit had married Order. Sir. The best we could to invite the Times. It has Cost sweat, and freezing. And some broken sleeps Before it came to this. I easily think it. But now it has the shape— And is come forth. A most polite neat thing! with all the limbs, As sense can taste! It is Sir, though I say it, As well-begotten a business, and as fairly Helped to the World. You must be a Midwife Sir! Or else the son of a Midwife! (pray you pardon me) Have helped it forth so happily! what News ha' you? News o' this morning? I would feign hear some Fresh, from the forge (as new as day, as they say.) And such we have Sir. Show him the last Roll, Of Emissary West-minster's, The Heir. Come nearer, Thom: There is a brave young Heir Is come of age this morning, Mr. Peny-boy. That's I! His Father died on this day seventh-night. True! At six o'the Clock i'the morning, just a week E'er he was One and Twenty. I am here, Thom! Proceed, I pray thee. An old Canting Beggar Brought him first News, whom he has entertained, To follow him, since. Why, you shall see him! Founder, Come in; no Follower, but Companion, I pray thee put him in, Friend. There's an Angel— Thou dost not know, he's a wise old Fellow, Though he seem patched thus, and made up o' pieces. Founder, we are in, here, in, i'the News-office! In this day's Roll, already! I do muse How you came by us Sirs! One Master Picklock A Lawyer, that hath purchased here a place, This morning, of an Emissary under me. Emissary Westminster. Gave it into th' Office, For his Essay, his piece. My man o' Law! he's my Attorney, and Solicitor too! A fine pragmatic! what's his place worth? A Nemo-scit, Sir. 'Tis as News come, in, And as they are issued. I have the just meoytie For my part: than the other moiety Is parted into seven. The four Emissaries; Whereof my Cousin Fitton here's for Court, Ambler for Paul's, and Buz for the Exchange, Picklock, for Westminster, with the Examiner, And Register, they have full parts: and than one part Is under-parted to a couple of Clerks; And there's the just division of the profits! Ha' you those Clarks Sir. There is one Desk empty, But it has many Suitors.
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Nor ſhall the Stationer cheat vpon the Time, By buttering ouer againe— once, in Seuen Yeares, As the age doates— And growes forgetfull o'them, His antiquated Pamphlets, with new dates. But all ſhall come from the Mint. Freſh and new ſtamp'd, With the Office-Seale, Staple Commoditie. And if a man will aſſure his Newes, he may: Two-pence a Sheet he ſhall be warranted, And haue a policie for't. Sir, I admire The method o' your place; all things within't Are ſo digeſted, fitted, and compos'd, As it ſhewes Wit had married Order. Sir. The beſt wee could to inuite the Times. It ha's Coſt ſweat, and freeſing. And ſome broken ſleepes Before it came to this. I eaſily thinke it. But now it ha's the ſhape— And is come forth. A moſt polite neat thing! with all the limbs, As ſenſe can taſt! It is Sir, though I ſay it, As well-begotten a buſines, and as fairely Helpt to the World. You muſt be a Mid-wife Sir! Or els the ſonne of a Mid-wife! (pray you pardon me) Haue helpt it forth ſo happily! what Newes ha' you? Newes o' this morning? I would faine heare ſome Freſh, from the forge (as new as day, as they ſay.) And ſuch we haue Sir. Shew him the laſt Rowle, Of Emiſſary Weſt-minſter's, The Heire. Come nearer, Thom: There is a braue yong Heire Is come of age this morning, Mr. Peny-boy. That's I! His Father dy'd on this day ſeuenth-night. True! At ſixe o'the Clocke i'the morning, iuſt a weeke Ere he was One and Twenty. I am here, Thom! Proceed, I pray thee. An old Canting Begger Brought him firſt Newes, whom he has entertain'd, To follow him, ſince. Why, you ſhall ſee him! Founder, Come in; no Follower, but Companion, I pray thee put him in, Friend. There's an Angell— Thou do'ſt not know, hee's a wiſe old Fellow, Though he ſeeme patch'd thus, and made vp o' peeces. Founder, we are in, here, in, i'the Newes-Office! In this dayes Rowle, already! I doe muſe How you came by vs Sir's! One Maſter Pick-locke A Lawyer, that hath purchas'd here a place, This morning, of an Emiſſary vnder me. Emiſſarie Weſtminſter. Gaue it into th'Office, For his Eſſay, his peece. My man o' Law! Hee's my Attorney, and Sollicitour too! A fine pragmaticke! what's his place worth? A Nemo-ſcit, Sir. 'Tis as Newes come, in, And as they are iſſued. I haue the iuſt meoytie For my part: then the other moeytie Is parted into ſeuen. The foure Emiſſaries; Whereof my Cozen Fitton here's for Court, Ambler for Pauls, and Buz for the Exchange, Picklocke, for Weſtminſter, with the Examiner, And Regiſter, they haue full parts: and then one part Is vnder-parted to a couple of Clarkes; And there's the iuſt diuiſion of the profits! Ha' you thoſe Clarks Sir. There is one Desk empty, But it has many Suitors.