Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
And the tenth seven, five and twenty pound, Twelve Shillings. This thou art fallen from, by thy riot! Shouldst thou live seventy years, by spending six-pence, Once i'the seven: but in a day to waste it! There is a Sum that number cannot reach! Out o'my house, thou pest o' prodigality! Seed o'consumption! hence, a wicked keeper Is often worse than the prisoners. There's thy penny, Four tokens for thee. Out, away. My dogs, May yet be innocent, and honest. If not, I have an entrapping question, or two more, To put unto 'em, a cross Interrogatory, And I shall catch 'em; Lollard? Peace, What whispering was that you had with Mortgage, When you last licked her feet? The truth now. Ha'? Did you smell she was going? Put down that. And not, Not to return? You are silent. good. And, when leapt you on Statute? As she went forth? Consent. There was Consent, as she was going forth. 'Twould have been fit at her coming home, But you knew that she would not? To your Tower, You are cunning, are you? I will meet your craft. Block, show your face, leave your caresses, tell me, And tell me truly, what affronts do you know Were done Pecunia? that she left my house? None, say you so? not that you know? or will know? I fear me, I shall found you an obstinate Cur. Why, did your fellow Lollard cry this morning? 'Cause Broker kicked him? why did Broker kick him? Because he pissed against my Lady's Gown? Why, that was no affront? no? no distaste? You knew o' none. You're a dissembling Tike, To your hole, again, your Blockhouse. Lollard, arise, Where did you lift your leg up, last? 'gainst what? Are you struck Dummerer now? and whine for mercy? Whose Kirtle was't, you gnawed too? Mistress Bands? And Waxe's stockings? who did? Block bescumber Statutes white suit? wi' the parchment lace there? And Broker's Satin doublet? all will out. They had offence, offence enough to quit me. Appear Block, fough, 'tis manifest. He shows it, Should he forswear't, make all the Affadavits, Against it, that he could afore the Bench, And twenty juries; he would be convinced. He bears an air about him, doth confess it! To prison again, close prison. Not you Lollard, You may enjoy the liberty o'the house, And yet there is a quirk come in my head, For which I must commit you too, and close, Do not repined, it will be better for you. THis is enough to make the dogs mad too, Let's in upon him. How now? what's the matter? Come you to force the prisoners? make a rescue? We come to bail your dogs. They are not bailable, They stand committed without bail, or mainprize, Your bail cannot be taken. Than the truth is, We come to vex you. jeer you. Bate you rather. A bated usurer will be good flesh. And tender, we are told. Who is the Butcher, Amongst you, that is come to cut my throat?
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And the tenth ſeuen, fiue and twenty pound, Twelue Shillings. This thou art fall'n from, by thy riot! Should'ſt thou liue ſeuenty yeeres, by ſpending ſix-pence, Once i'the ſeuen: but in a day to waſt it! There is a Summe that number cannot reach! Out o'my houſe, thou peſt o' prodigality! Seed o'conſumption! hence, a wicked keeper Is oft worſe then the priſoners. There's thy penny, Foure tokens for thee. Out, away. My dogges, May yet be innocent, and honeſt. If not, I haue an entrapping queſtion, or two more, To put vnto 'hem, a croſſe Intergatory, And I ſhall catch 'hem; Lollard? Peace, What whiſpring was that you had with Mortgage, When you laſt lick'd her feet? The truth now. Ha? Did you ſmell ſhee was going? Put downe that. And not, Not to returne? You are ſilent. good. And, when Leap'd you on Statute? As ſhe went forth? Conſent. There was Conſent, as ſhee was going forth. 'Twould haue beene fitter at her comming home, But you knew that ſhe would not? To your Tower, You are cunning, are you? I will meet your craft. Blocke, ſhew your face, leaue your careſſes, tell me, And tell me truly, what affronts do you know Were done Pecunia? that ſhe left my houſe? None, ſay you ſo? not that you know? or will know? I feare me, I ſhall find you an obſtinate Curre. Why, did your fellow Lollard cry this morning? 'Cauſe Broker kickt him? why did Broker kicke him? Becauſe he piſt againſt my Ladies Gowne? Why, that was no affront? no? no diſtaſt? You knew o' none. Yo'are a diſſembling Tyke, To your hole, againe, your Blocke-houſe. Lollard, ariſe, Where did you lift your legge vp, laſt? 'gainſt what? Are you ſtruck Dummerer now? and whine for mercy? Whoſe Kirtle was't, you gnaw'd too? Miſtreſſe Bands? And Waxe's ſtockings? who did? Blocke beſcumber Statutes white ſuite? wi' the parchment lace there? And Brokers Sattin dublet? all will out. They had offence, offence enough to quit mee. Appeare Blocke, fough, 'tis manifeſt. He ſhewes it, Should he for-ſweare't, make all the Affadauits, Againſt it, that he could afore the Bench, And twenty Iuries; hee would be conuinc'd. He beares an ayre about him, doth confeſſe it! To priſon againe, cloſe priſon. Not you Lollard, You may enioy the liberty o'the houſe, And yet there is a quirke come in my head, For which I muſt commit you too, and cloſe, Doe not repine, it will be better for you. THis is enough to make the dogs mad too, Let's in vpon him. How now? what's the matter? Come you to force the priſoners? make a reſcue? We come to baile your dogs. They are not baileable, They ſtand committed without baile, or mainpriſe, Your baile cannot be taken. Then the truth is, We come to vex you. Ieere you. Bate you rather. A bated vſerer will be good fleſh. And tender, we are told. Who is the Butcher, Amongſt you, that is come to cut my throat?