Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why? you think I can run like lightfoot Ralph, Or keep a wheelbarrow, with a sail in town here, To whirl me to you: I have lost two stone Of suet i'the service posting hither, You might have followed me like a watering pot, And seen the knots I made along the street; My face dropped like the skimmer in a fritter pan, And my whole body, is yet (to say the truth) A roasted pound of butter, with grated bread in't! Believe you, he that list. You stayed of purpose, To have my venison stink, and my fowl mortified, That you might ha' 'em— A shilling or two cheaper, That's your jealousy. Perhaps it is. Will you go in, and view, and value all? Yonder is venison sent me! fowl! and fish! In such abundance! I am sick to see it! I wonder what they mean! I ha' told 'em of it! To burden a weak stomach! and provoke A dying appetite! thrust a sin upon me I ne'er was guilty of! nothing but gluttony! Gross gluttony! that will undo this Land! And bating two i'the hundred. I, that same's A crying sin, a fearful damned device, Eats up the poor, devours 'em— Sir, take heed What you give out. Against your grave great Solons? Numae Pompilij, they that made that Law? To take away the poor's inheritance? It was their portion: I will stand to't. And they have robbed 'em of it, plainly robbed 'em, I still am a just man, I tell the truth. When monies went at Ten i'the hundred, I, And such as I, the servants of Pecunia, Can spare the poor two out of ten, and did it, How say you, Broker? Ask your Echo) You did it. I am for justice, when did I leave justice? We knew 'twas theirs, they'had right and Title to't. Now— You can spare 'em nothing. Very little, As good as nothing. They have bound our hands With their wise solemn act, shortened our arms. Beware those worshipful ears, Sir, be not shortened, And you play Crop i the fleet, if you use this licence. What licence, Knave? Informer? I am Lickfinger, Your Cook. A saucy Iacke you are, that's once; What said I, Broker? Nothing that I heard, Sir. I know his gift, he can be deaf when he list. Ha' you provided me my bushel of eggs? I did bespeak? I do not care how stolen, Or stinking that they be; let 'em be rotten: For ammunition here to pelt the boys, That break my windows? Yes Sir, I ha' spared 'em Out of the custard politic for you, the Majors. 'Tis well, go in, take hence all that excess, Make what you can of it, your best: and when I have friends, that I invite at home, provide me Such, such, and such a dish, as I bespeak; One at a time, no superfluity. Or if you have it not, return me money; You know my ways.
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Why? you thinke I can runne like light-foot Ralph, Or keep a wheele-barrow, with a ſayle in towne here, To whirle me to you: I haue loſt two ſtone Of ſuet i'the ſeruice poſting hither, You might haue followed me like a watering pot, And ſeene the knots I made along the ſtreet; My face dropt like the ſkimmer in a fritter panne, And my whole body, is yet (to ſay the truth) A roſted pound of butter, with grated bread in't! Belieue you, he that liſt. You ſtay'd of purpose, To haue my veniſon ſtinke, and my fowle mortify'd, That you might ha' 'hem— A ſhilling or two cheaper, That's your iealouſie. Perhaps it is. Will you goe in, and view, and value all? Yonder is veniſon ſent mee! fowle! and fiſh! In ſuch abundance! I am ſicke to ſee it! I wonder what they meane! I ha' told 'hem of it! To burthen a weake ſtomacke! and prouoke A dying appetite! thruſt a ſinne vpon me I ne'r was guilty of! nothing but gluttony! Groſſe gluttony! that will vndoe this Land! And bating two i'the hundred. I, that ſame's A crying ſinne, a fearefull damn'd deuice, Eats vp the poore, deuoures 'hem— Sir, take heed What you giue out. Againſt your graue great Solons? Numae Pompilij, they that made that Law? To take away the poore's inheritance? It was their portion: I will ſtand to't. And they haue rob'd 'hem of it, plainly rob'd 'hem, I ſtill am a iuſt man, I tell the truth. When moneies went at Ten i'the hundred, I, And ſuch as I, the ſeruants of Pecunia, Could ſpare the poore two out of ten, and did it, How ſay you, Broker? Ask your Eccho) You did it. I am for Iuſtice, when did I leaue Iuſtice? We knew 'twas theirs, they'had right and Title to't. Now— You can ſpare 'hem nothing. Very little, As good as nothing. They haue bound our hands With their wiſe ſolemne act, ſhortned our armes. Beware thoſe worſhipfull eares, Sir, be not ſhortned, And you play Crop i the fleete, if you vſe this licence. What licence, Knaue? Informer? I am Lickfinger, Your Cooke. A ſaucy Iacke you are, that's once; VVhat ſaid I, Broker? Nothing that I heard, Sir. I know his gift, hee can be deafe when he liſt. Ha' you prouided me my buſhell of egges? I did beſpeake? I doe not care how ſtale, Or ſtincking that they be; let 'hem be rotten: For ammunition here to pelt the boyes, That breake my windowes? Yes Sir, I ha' ſpar'd 'hem Out of the cuſtard politique for you, the Maiors. 'Tis well, goe in, take hence all that exceſſe, Make what you can of it, your beſt: and when I haue friends, that I inuite at home, prouide mee Such, ſuch, and ſuch a diſh, as I beſpeake; One a a time, no ſuperfluitie. Or if you haue it not, returne mee money; You know my waies.