A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 11 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.78 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Your box is like your belly mine Host, it Draws all; now for a suit of apparel. At whose suit I pray? y'are out again with the threes. Foot, I think my father threw three when I was Begotten; pox on't, I know now why I am so Haunted with threes. Why, I prithee? I met the third part of a knave as I came. The third part of a knave, 'sfoot what thing's that? Why a sergeant's Yeoman, man; the supervisor himself Is but a whole one, and he shares but a groat in the Shilling with him. That's but the third part indeed: but goes he no further. No, he rests there. Come, let's give o'er. I thank you Sir, and so much a looser? there's but The waist-band of my suit left: now sweet bones. Twelve at all. Soft, this die is false. False? you do him wrong Sir, he's true to his Master. Fullum: I'll be hanged then: where's Putney than I pray you 'Tis false, and I'll have my money again. You shall have cold Iron with your silver then. ay, have at you Sir. I think he's here, Sir. I am sure he's now, Sir. Hold, hold, and you be Gentlemen hold. Get you gone Varlets, or there's hold to be taken. Nay sweet Sir, no bloodshed in my house; I am lord Of misrule, pray you put up, Sir. 'Sfoot mine Host, where are our cloaks? Why, this is quarrelling; Make after in time: Some of your own Crew, to try the weight has Lifted them; look out I say. There will ever be thieves in a dicing house Till thou be'st hanged I'll warrant thee. Mine Host, my Cloak was lined through with Orange tawny velvet. How, your cloak? I ne'er knew thee worth one. Y'are a company of coney-catching rascals; Is this a suit to walk without a Cloak in? Uncle, is this the reformation that you promised me? coz, shall I tell thee the truth; I had diminished But six pence of the forty shillings by chance meeting with a Friend, I went to a tailor, bargained for a suit, it Came to full forty, I tendered my xxxix and a half, And do you think the scabby-wristed rascal would Trust me for six pence. Your credit is the better, Uncle. Pox on him, if the tailor had been a man, I had Had a fair suit on my back, so venturing for The other Tester You lost the whole Bedstead. But after this day, I protest coz, you shall never See me handle those bones again; this day I Break up school: if ever you call me unthrift after This day, you do me wrong. I should be glad to wrong you so, Uncle. And what says your father yet, coz? I'll tell you that in your ear.
nodes 616–675 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 45 in this edition
Length
479 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Your box is like your belly mine Host, it Drawes all; now for a suite of apparell. At whose suit I pray? y'are out againe with the threes. Foote, I thinke my father threw three when I was Begotten; pox on't, I know now why I am so Haunted with threes. Why, I prethee? I met the third part of a knave as I came. The third part of a knave, s'foote what thing's that? Why a Serjants Yeoman, man; the supervisor himselfe Is but a whole one, and he shares but a groate in the Shilling with him. That's but the third part indeed: but goes he no further. No, he rests there. Come, let's give o're. I thanke you Sir, and so much a looser? there's but The wast-band of my suite left: now sweete bones. Twelve at all. Soft, this dye is false. False? you doe him wrong Sir, hee's true to his Master. Fullum: I'le be hang'd then: where's Putney then I pray you 'Tis false, and I'le have my money againe. You shall have cold Iron with your silver then. I, have at you Sir. I thinke hee's here, Sir. I am sure hee's now, Sir. Hold, hold, and you be Gentlemen hold. Get you gone Varlets, or there's hold to be taken. Nay sweete Sir, no bloodshed in my house; I am lord Of misrule, pray you put up, Sir. S'foote mine Host, where are our cloakes? Why, this is quarrelling; Make after in time: Some of your owne Crew, to try the weight has Lifted them; looke out I say. There will ever be theeves in a dicing house Till thou bee'st hang'd I'l warrant thee. Mine Host, my Cloake was lin'd through with Oringe tawney velvet. How, your cloake? Ine'r knew thee worth one. Y'are a company of Conycatching rascals; Is this a suite to walke without a Cloake in? Vncle, is this the reformation that you promis'd mee? Cuz, shall I tell thee the truth; I had diminish't But six pence of the forty shillings by chance meeting with a Friend, I went to a taylor, bargain'd for a suite, it Came to full forty, I tender'd my xxxix and a halfe, And doe you thinke the scabby-wristed rascall would Trust me for six pence. Your credit is the better, Vncle. Pox on him, if the taylor had bin a man, I had Had a faire suite on my backe, so venturing for The tother Tester You lost the whole Bed-stead. But after this day, I protest Cuz, you shall never See me handle those bones againe; this day I Breake up schoole: if ever you call me unthrift after This day, you doe me wrong. I should be glad to wrong you so, Vncle. And what sayes your father yet, Cuz? I'le tell you that in your eare.