Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I'll stop your mouth. With what? With truth. With noise, I must have witness. Where is your witness? you can produce witness? As if my testimony were not twenty, Balanced with thine? So say all Prodigals, Sick of self-love, but that's not Law, young Scattergood. I live by Law. Why? if thou hast a conscience, That is a thousand witnesses. Not, Court, Grants out a Writ of Summons, for the Conscience, That I know, nor Subpoena, nor Attachment. I must have witness, and of your producing, E'er this can come to hearing, and it must Be heard on oath, and witness. Come forth, Thom, Speak what thou heard'st, the truth, and the whole truth, And nothing but the truth. What said this varlet? A rat behind the hang! Sir, he said It was a Trust! an Act, the which your Father Had will to altar: but his tender breast Would not permit to see the heir defrauded; And like an alien, thrust out of the blood. The Laws forbidden that he should give consent To such a civil slaughter of a Son— And talked of a gratuity to be given, And aid unto the charges of the suit; Which he was to maintain, in his own name, But for my use, he said. It is enough. And he would milk Pecunia, and draw down Her cream, before you got the Trust, again. Your ears are in my pocket, Knave, go shake 'em, The little while you have them. You do trust To your great purse. I ha' you in a pursenet, Good Master Picklock, wi'your worming brain, And wriggling engine-head of maintenance, Which I shall see you hole with, very shortly. A fine round head, when those two lugs are of, To trundle through a Pillory. You are sure You heard him speak this? I, and more. Much more! I'll prove yours maintenance, and combination, And sue you all. Do, do, my gowned Vulture, Crop in Reversion: I shall see you quoited Over the Bar, as Bargemen do their billets. This 'tis, when men repent of their good deeds, And would ha'hem in again— They are almost mad! But I forgive their Lucida Interualla. O, Lickfinger? come hither. Where's my writing? I sent it you, together with your keys, How? By the Porter, that came for it, from you, And by the token, you had given me the keys, And bade me bring it. And why did you not? Why did you sand a countermand? Who, I? You, or some other you, you put in trust. In trust? Your Trust's another self, you know, And without Trust, and your Trust, how should he Take notice of your keys, or of my charge. Know you the man? I know he was a Porter, And a sealed Porter for he bore the badge On breast, I am sure. I am lost! a plot! I sent it! Why! and I sent it by the man you sent Whom else, I had not trusted. Plague o'your trust. I am trussed up among you.
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I'll ſtop your mouth. With what? With truth. With noiſe, I muſt haue witnes. Where is your witnes? you can produce witnes? As if my teſtimony were not twenty, Balanc'd with thine? So ſay all Prodigalls, Sicke of ſelfe-loue, but that's not Law, young Scatter-good. I liue by Law. Why? if thou haſt a conſcience, That is a thouſsnd witneſſes. No, Court, Grants out a Writ of Summons, for the Conſcience, That I know, nor Sub-paena, nor Attachment. I muſt haue witneſſe, and of your producing, Ere this can come to hearing, and it muſt Be heard on oath, and witneſſe. Come forth, Thom, Speake what thou heard'ſt, the truth, and the whole truth, And nothing but the truth. What ſaid this varlet? A rat behind the hangings! Sir, he ſaid It was a Truſt! an Act, the which your Father Had will to alter: but his tender breſt Would not permit to ſee the heyre defrauded; And like an alyen, thruſt out of the blood. The Lawes forbid that he ſhould giue conſent To ſuch a ciuill ſlaughter of a Sonne— And talk'd of a gratuitie to be giuen, And ayd vnto the charges of the ſuite; Which he was to maintaine, in his owne name, But for my vſe, he ſaid. It is enough. And he would milke Pecunia, and draw downe Her creame, before you got the Truſt, againe. Your eares are in my pocket, Knaue, goe ſhake 'hem, The little while you haue them. You doe truſt To your great purſe. I ha' you in a purſe-net, Good Maſter Picklocke, wi'your worming braine, And wrigling ingine-head of maintenance, Which I ſhall ſee you hole with, very ſhortly. A fine round head, when thoſe two lugs are off, To trundle through a Pillory. You are ſure You heard him ſpeake this? I, and more. Much more! I'll proue yours maintenance, and combination, And ſue you all. Doe, doe, my gowned Vulture, Crop in Reuerſion: I ſhall ſee you coyted Ouer the Barre, as Barge-men doe their billets. This 'tis, when men repent of their good deeds, And would ha'hem in againe—They are almoſt mad! But I forgiue their Lucida Interualla. O, Lickfinger? come hither. Where's my writing? I ſent it you, together with your keyes, How? By the Porter, that came for it, from you, And by the token, you had giu'n me the keyes, And bad me bring it. And why did you not? Why did you ſend a counter-mand? Who, I? You, or ſome other you, you put in truſt. In truſt? Your Truſt's another ſelfe, you know, And without Truſt, and your Truſt, how ſhould he Take notice of your keyes, or of my charge. Know you the man? I know he was a Porter, And a ſeal'd Porter for he bore the badge On breſt, I am ſure. I am loſt! a plot! I ſent it! Why! and I ſent it by the man you ſent Whom elſe, I had not truſted. Plague o'your truſt. I am truſs'd vp among you.