Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.76 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
But you came, why than Go, as you came, here's no man holds you, There, There lies your way, you see the door. This's strange! 'Tis my civility, when I do not relish The party, or his business. Pray you be gone, Sir. I'll ha' no venture in your Ship, the Office Your Bark of Six, if'twere sixteen, good, Sir, You are a rogue. I think I am Sir, truly. A Rascal, and a money-bawd. My surnames: A wretched Rascal! You will overflow— And spill all. Caterpillar, moth, Horseleech, and dung-worm— Still you loose your labour. I am a broken vessel, all runs out: A shrunk old Dry-fat. Far you well, good Six. A notable tough Rascal! this old Peny-boy! right City-bred! In Silver-street, the Region of money, a good seat for a Usurer. He has rich ingredients in him, I warrant you, if they were extracted, a true receipt to make an Alderman, an he were well wrought upon, according to Art. I would feign see an Alderman in chimia! that is a treatise of Aldermanity truly written. To show how much it differs from Urbanity. I, or humanity. Either would appear in this Penny boy, an he were rightly distilled. But how like you the news? you are gone from that. O, they are monstrous! scurvy! and stolen! and too exotic! ill cooked! and ill dished! They were as good, yet, as butter could make them! In a word, they were beastly buttered! he shall never come o' my bread more, nor my in mouth, if I can help it. I have had better news from the bakehouse, by ten thousand parts, in a morning: or the conduits in Westminster! all the news of Tutle-street, and both the Almonries! the two Sanctuaries long, and round Wool-staple! with Kings-street, and Chanon-row to boot! I, my Gossip Tatle knew what fine slips grew in Gardiners-lane; who kissed the Butcher's wife with the Cowsbreath; what matches were made in the bowling-Alley, and what bets won and lost; how much grieft went to the Mill and what besides: who conjured in Tutle-fields, and how many? when they never came there. And which Boy road upon Doctor Lamb, in the likeness of a roaring Lion, that run away with him in his teeth, and has not devoured him yet. Why, I had it from my maid Ioane Hearsay: and she had it from a limb o'the school, she says, a little limb of nine year old; who told her, the Master left out his conjuring book one day, and he found it, and so the Fable came about. But whether it were true, or no, we Gossips are bound to believe it, an't be once out, and a foot: how should we entertain the time else, or find ourselves in fashionable discourse, for all companies, if we do not credit all, and make more of it, in the reporting?
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Length
486 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But you came, why then Goe, as you came, heres no man holds you, There, There lies your way, you ſee the doore. This's ſtrange! 'Tis my ciuility, when I doe not relliſh The party, or his buſineſſe. Pray you be gone, Sir. I'll ha' no venter in your Ship, the Office Your Barke of Six, if'twere ſixteene, good, Sir, You are a rogue. I thinke I am Sir, truly. A Raſcall, and a money-bawd. My ſurnames: A wretched Raſcall! You will ouerflow— And ſpill all. Caterpiller, moath, Horſe-leach, and dung-worme— Still you loſe your labor. I am a broken veſſell, all runnes out: A ſhrunke old Dryfat. Fare you well, good Sixe. A notable tough Raſcall! this old Peny-boy! right City-bred! In Siluer-ſtreete, the Region of money, a good ſeat for a Vſurer. He has rich ingredients in him, I warrant you, if they were extracted, a true receit to make an Alderman, an' he were well wrought vpon, according to Art. I would faine ſee an Alderman in chimia! that is a treatiſe of Aldermanity truely written. To ſhew how much it differs from Vrbanity. I, or humanity. Either would appeare in this Peny boy, an' hee were rightly diſtill'd. But how like you the newes? you are gone from that. O, they are monſtrous! ſcuruy! and ſtale! and too exotick! ill cook'd! and ill diſh'd! They were as good, yet, as butter could make them! In a word, they were beaſtly buttered! he ſhall neuer come o' my bread more, nor my in mouth, if I can helpe it. I haue had better newes from the bake-houſe, by ten thouſand parts, in a morning: or the conduicts in Weſtminſter! all the newes of Tutle-ſtreet, and both the Alm'ries! the two Sanctuaries long, and round Wool-ſtaple! with Kings-ſtreet, and Chanon-row to boot! I, my Goſsip Tatle knew what fine ſlips grew in Gardiners-lane; who kiſt the Butchers wife with the Cowes-breath; what matches were made in the bowling-Alley, and what bettes wonne and loſt; how much grieft went to the Mill and what beſides: who coniur'd in Tutle-fields, and how many? when they neuer came there. And which Boy rode vpon Doctor Lambe, in the likeneſſe of a roaring Lyon, that runne away with him in his teeth, and ha's not deuour'd him yet. Why, I had it from my maid Ioane Heare-ſay: and ſhee had it from a limbe o'the ſchoole, ſhee ſaies, a little limbe of nine yeere old; who told her, the Maſter left out his coniuring booke one day, and hee found it, and ſo the Fable came about. But whether it were true, or no, we Goſsips are bound to beleeue it, an't be once out, and a foot: how ſhould wee entertaine the time elſe, or finde our ſelues in faſhionable diſcourſe, for all companies, if we do not credit all, and make more of it, in the reporting?