Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.72 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Our sweet Songster Shall rarefy t into air. And you Mas. Broker Shall have a feeling. So it suppling, Sir, The nerves. O! it shall be palpable, Make thee run thorough a hoop, or a thumb-ring, The nose of a tobacco pipe, and draw Thy ductile bones out, like a knitting needle, To serve my subtle turns. I shall obey Sir, And run a thread, like an hourglass. Where is Broker? Are not these flies gone yet? pray quit my house, I'll smoke you out else. O! the Prodigal! Will you be at so much charge with us, and loss? I have heard you ha' offered Sir, to lock up smoke, And calk your windows, spar up all your doors, Thinking to keep it a close prisoner wi'you, And wept, when it went out, Sir, at your chimney. And yet his eyes were drier than a pumice. A wretched rascal, that will bind about The nose of his bellows, jest the wind get out When he's abroad. Sweeps down no cobwebs here, But sells 'em for cut-fingers. And the spiders, As creatures reared of dust, and cost him nothing, To fat old Ladies monkeys. He has offered To gather up spilt water, and preserve Each hair falls from him to stop balls with all. A slave, and an Idolater to Pecunia! You all have happy memories, Gentlemen, In rocking my poor cradle. I remember too, When you had lands, and credit, worship, friends, I, and could give security: now, you have none, Or will have none right shortly. This can time, And the vicissitude of things. I have All these▪ and money too, and do possess 'em, And am right hearty glad of all our memories, And both the changes. Let us leave the viper. he's glad he is rid of his torture, and so soon. Broker, come hither, up, and tell your Lady, She must be ready presently, and Statute, Band, Mortgage, Wax. My prodigal young kinsman Will straight be here to see her;' top of our house, The flourishing, and flaunting Peny-boy. We were but three of us in all the world, My brother Francis, whom they called Frank Peny-boy, Father to this: he's dead. This Peny-boy, Is now the heir! I, Richer Peny-boy, Not Richard, but old Harry Peny-boy, And (to make rhyme) close, wary Peny-boy I shall have all at last, my hopes do tell me. Go, see all ready; and where my dogs have faulted, Remove it with a broom, and sweeten all With a slice of juniper, not too much, but sparing, We may be faulty ourselves else, and turn prodigal, In entertaining of the Prodigal. Here he is! and with him— what! a Clapper Dudgeon! That's a good sign; to have the beggar follow him, So near at his first entry into fortune. HOw now old Uncle? I am come to see thee. And the brave Lady, here, the daughter of Ophir, They say thou keep'st.
nodes 1155–1222 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 50 in this edition
Length
493 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Our ſweete Songster Shall rarifie t into ayre. And you Mas. Broker Shall haue a feeling. So it ſupple, Sir, The nerues. O! it ſhall be palpable, Make thee runne thorow a hoope, or a thombe-ring, The noſe of a tabacco pipe, and draw Thy ductile bones out, like a knitting needle, To ſerue my ſubtill turnes. I ſhall obey Sir, And run a thred, like an houre-glaſſe. Where is Broker? Are not theſe flies gone yet? pray quit my houſe, I'le ſmoake you out elſe. O! the Prodigall! Will you be at ſo much charge with vs, and loſſe? I haue heard you ha' offered Sir, to lock vp ſmoake, And cauke your windores, ſpar up all your doores, Thinking to keepe it a cloſe priſoner wi'you, And wept, when it went out, Sir, at your chimney. And yet his eyes were dryer then a pummiſe. A wretched raſcall, that will binde about The noſe of his bellowes, leſt the wind get out When hee's abroad. Sweepes downe no cobwebs here, But ſells 'hem for cut-fingers. And the ſpiders, As creatures rear'd of duſt, and coſt him nothing, To fat old Ladies monkeyes. Hee has offerd To gather vp ſpilt water, and preſerue Each haire falls from him to ſtop balls with all. A ſlaue, and an Idolater to Pecunia! You all haue happy memories, Gentlemen, In rocking my poore cradle. I remember too, When you had lands, and credit, worſhip, friends, I, and could giue ſecurity: now, you haue none, Or will haue none right ſhortly. This can time, And the viciſſitude of things. I haue All theſe▪ and money too, and doe poſſeſſe 'hem, And am right heartily glad of all our memories, And both the changes. Let vs leaue the viper. Hee's glad he is rid of his torture, and ſo ſoone. Broker, come hither, vp, and tell your Lady, Shee muſt be readie preſently, and Statute, Band, Mortgage, VVax. My prodigall young kinſman Will ſtreight be here to ſee her; 'top of our houſe, The flouriſhing, and flanting Peny-boy. Wee were but three of vs in all the world, My brother Francis, whom they call'd Franck Peny-boy, Father to this: hee's dead. This Peny-boy, Is now the heire! I, Richer Peny-boy, Not Richard, but old Harry Peny-boy, And (to make rime) cloſe, wary Peny-boy I ſhall haue all at laſt, my hopes doe tell me. Goe, ſee all ready; and where my dogs haue falted, Remoue it with a broome, and ſweeten all VVith a ſlice of iuniper, not too much, but ſparing, VVe may be faultie our ſelues elſe, and turne prodigall, In entertaining of the Prodigall. Here hee is! and with him—what! a Clapper Dudgeon! That's a good ſigne; to haue the begger follow him, So neere at his firſt entry into fortune. HOw now old Vncle? I am come to ſee thee. And the braue Lady, here, the daughter of Ophir, They ſay thou keepſt.