Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Staple of News · chunk 45 of 50

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 512 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.

What thou wilt, So we be safe, and the Trust bear it. Fear not, 'Tis he must pay arrearages in the end. we'll milk him, and Pecunia, draw their cream down, Before he get the deed into his hands. My name is Picklock, but he'll find me a Padlock. HOw now? conferring wi'your learned Counsel, Vpo' the Cheat? Are you o'the plot to cousin me? What plot? Your Counsel knows there, Mr Picklock, Will you restore the Trust yet? Sir, take patience. And memory unto you, and bethink you, What Trust? where dost appear? I have your Deed, Doth your Deed specify any Trust? Is't not A perfect Act? and absolute in Law? Sealed and delivered before witnesses? The day and date, emergent. But what conference? What oaths, and vows preceded? I will tell you, Sir, Since I am urged of those, as I remember, You told me you had got a grown estate, By griping means, sinisterly. (P. CA How!) And were Even weary of it; if the parties lived, From whom you had wrested it— (P. CA Ha!) You could be glad, To part with all, for satisfaction: But since they had yielded to humanity, And that just heaven had sent you, for a punishment (You did acknowledge it) this riotous heir, That would bring all to beggary in the end, And daily sowed consumption, where he went— You'old cousin both, than? your Confederate, too? After a long, mature deliberation, You could not think, where, better, how to place it— Than on you, Rascal? What you please i'your passion, But with your reason, you will come about And think a faithful, and a frugal friend To be preferred. Before a Son? A Prodigal, A tub without a bottom, as you termed him; For which, I might return you a vow, or two, And seal it with an oath of thankfulness, I not repent it, neither have I cause, Yet— Forehead of steel, and mouth of brass! hath impudence Polished so gross a lie, and darest thou vent it? Engine, composed of all mixed metals! hence, I will not change a syllable, with thee, more, Till I may meet thee, at a Bar in Court, Before thy judges. Thither it must come, Before I part with it, to you, or you, Sir. I will not hear thee. Sir, your ear to me, though. Not that I see through his perplexed plots, And hidden ends, nor that my parts depend Upon the unwinding this so knotted skein, Do I beseech your patience. Unto me He hath confessed the trust. How? I confess it? I thou, false man. Stand up to him, & confront him. Where? when? to whom? To me, even now, and here, Canst thou deny it? Can I eat, or drink? Sleep, wake, or dream? arise, sit, go, or stand? Do any thing that's natural? Yes, lie: It seems thou canst, and perjure: that is natural! O me! what times are these! of frontless carriage! An Egg o'the same nest! the Father's Bird! It runs in a blood, I see!
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PlayThe Staple of News
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1626 [Feb]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 972 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.004
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2918–2995 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 45 of 50 in this edition
Length512 words · 730 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T52 — Prodigals, portions and poor kin at 0.764
Other seedsseed 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)
What thou wilt, So wee be ſafe, and the Truſt beare it. Feare not, 'Tis hee muſt pay arrerages in the end. Wee'l milke him, and Pecunia, draw their creame downe, Before he get the deed into his hands. My name is Picklocke, but hee'll finde me a Padlocke. HOw now? conferring wi'your learned Counſell, Vpo' the Cheat? Are you o'the plot to coozen mee? What plot? Your Counſell knowes there, Mr Picklock, Will you reſtore the Truſt yet? Sir, take patience. And memory vnto you, and bethinke you, What Truſt? where doſt appeare? I haue your Deed, Doth your Deed ſpecifie any Truſt? Is't not A perfect Act? and abſolute in Law? Seal'd and deliuer'd before witneſſes? The day and date, emergent. But what conference? What othes, and vowes preceded? I will tell you, Sir, Since I am vrg'd of thoſe, as I remember, You told me you had got a growen eſtate, By griping meanes, ſiniſterly. (P. CA. How!) And were Eu'n weary of it; if the parties liued, From whom you had wreſted it—(P. CA. Ha!) You could be glad, To part with all, for ſatisfaction: But ſince they had yeelded to humanity, And that iuſt heauen had ſent you, for a puniſhment (You did acknowledge it) this riotous heyre, That would bring all to beggery in the end, And daily ſow'd conſumption, where he went— You'old coozen both, then? your Confederate, too? After a long, mature deliberation, You could not thinke, where, better, how to place it— Then on you, Raſcall? What you pleaſe i'your paſſion, But with your reaſon, you will come about And thinke a faithfull, and a frugall friend To be preferr'd. Before a Sonne? A Prodigall, A tubbe without a bottome, as you term'd him; For which, I might returne you a vow, or two, And ſeale it with an oath of thankfulneſſe, I not repent it, neither haue I cauſe, Yet— Fore-head of ſteele, and mouth of braſſe! hath impudence Poliſh'd ſo groſſe a lie, and dar'ſt thou vent it? Engine, compos'd of all mixt mettalls! hence, I will not change a ſyllab, with thee, more, Till I may meet thee, at a Barre in Court, Before thy Iudges. Thither it muſt come, Before I part with it, to you, or you, Sir. I will not heare thee. Sir, your eare to mee, though. Not that I ſee through his perplexed plots, And hidden ends, nor that my parts depend Vpon the vnwinding this ſo knotted skeane, Doe I beſeech your patience. Vnto mee He hath confeſt the truſt. How? I confeſſe it? I thou, falſe man. Stand vp to him, & confront him. Where? when? to whom? To me, euen now, and here, Canſt thou deny it? Can I eate, or drinke? Sleepe, wake, or dreame? ariſe, ſit, goe, or ſtand? Doe any thing that's naturall? Yes, lye: It ſeemes thou canſt, and periure: that is naturall! O me! what times are theſe! of frontleſſe carriage! An Egge o'the ſame neſt! the Fathers Bird! It runs in a blood, I ſee!