A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 26 of 45
Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.79 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
No wonder, woman, he would do that in Ludgate; But 'twas when his kind Nephew did relieve him: I shall hear him cry there again shortly. Oysters, new Walfleet Oysters. The Gentleman is merry. No, no, no; he does this to spite me; as who Should say, I had been a fishwife in my younger days. Fie, fie, Gentlemen, this is not well; My ears are guilty to hear such discords. Look, Master Foster; turn your eye that way; There's duty unregarded, while envy struts In too much state: believe me, Gentlemen, I know not which to chide first. What Idol kneels that heretic too. Rise Boy; thou art now my son, and owest no knee To that unnatural; I charge you rise. Do Sir, or turn your adoration that way; You were kind to him in his tattered state; Let him requite it now. Do, do, we have paid for't aforehand, I would I were divided in two halves, so that Might reconcile your harsh division Proud Sir, this son which you have alienated For my love's sake, shall by my love's bounty Ride side by side in the best Equipage Your scorns dare pattern him. ay, ay, a beggar's gallop up and down. ay, 'tis up now, the next step down. Ha, ha, I laugh at your envy Sir, my business is to you. Good Sir, speak of any thing but this. Sir, I am furnishing some shipping forth, And want some English traffic, Broad-clothes, Kerseys Or such like, my voyage is to the Straits: If you can supply me, Sir, I'll be your Chapman. That I shall soon resolve you, Sir; Come hither George. This is the rich Merchantman; That's neither grave not wife; Who will kill a man at Tyburn shortly. By Carts that may arise; Or if the hangman die, He may have his office. Then you have bargained, George. And the Ware carried home, Sir; you must look To be little gainer; but lose you cannot. 'Tis all I desire from thence, Sir I can furnish you With Wares I lately from your brother bought; Please you go see them, for I would fain divide you, Since I can win no nearer friendship. I'll go with you, Sir. Take your adoption with you, Sir. I crave but your blessing with me, Sir. 'Tis my curse then; get thee out of mine eye. thouart a beam in't, and I'll tear it out e'er it Offend to look on thee. Go, go, Sir; follow your Uncle-father, Help him to spend, what thrift has got together; 'Twilbe charity in you to spend, Because your charity it was to lend. My charity; you can a virtue name. And teach the use, yet never knew the same See wife, here comes Richard. Now listen, and hear me crowned The wealthiest London Merchant. Why dost thou look so sadly? Why dost not speak; hast lost thy tongue?
nodes 1519–1581 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 45 in this edition
Length
487 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
No wonder, woman, he would doe that in Ludgate; But 'twas when his kind Nephew did relieve him: I shall heare him cry there againe shortly. Oysters, new Walfleet Oysters. The Gentleman is merry. No, no, no; he does this to spight me; as who Should say, I had bin a fish-wife in my younger dayes. Fye, fye, Gentlemen, this is not well; My eares are guilty to heare such discords. Looke, Master Foster; turne your eye that way; There's duty unregarded, while envy struts In too much state: believe me, Gentlemen, I know not which to chide first. What Idoll kneeles that heritique too. Rise Boy; thou art now my son, and owest no knee To that unnaturall; I charge you rise. Doe Sir, or turne your adoration that way; You were kind to him in his tarter'd state; Let him requite it now. Doe, doe, we have pai'd for't aforehand, I would I were devided in two halfes, so that Might reconcile your harsh devision Proud Sir, this son which you have alienated For my loves sake, shall by my loves bounty Ride side by fide in the best Equipage Your scornes dare patterne him. I, I, a beggars gallop up and downe. I, 'tis up now, the next step downe. Ha, ha, I laugh at your envy Sir, my businesse s to you. Good Sir, speake of any thing but this. Sir, I am furnishing some shipping forth, And want some English traffique, Broad-clothes, Karsics Or such like, my voyage is to the Straites: If you can supply me, Sir, I'l be your Chapman. That I shall soone resolve you, Sir; Come hither George. This is the rich Merchant-man; That's neither grave not wife; Who will kill a man at Tiburne shortly. By Carts that may arise; Or if the hangman dye, He may have his office. Then you have bargain'd, George. And the Warecarryed home, Sir; you must looke To be little gainer; but lose you cannot. 'Tis all I desire from thence, Sir I can furnish you With Wares I lately from your brother bought; Please you goe see them, for I would faine divide you, Since I can win no nearer friendship. I'l goe with you, Sir. Take your adoption with you, Sir. I crave but your blessing with me, Sir. 'Tis my curse then; get thee out of mine eye. Th'art a bcame in't, and I'le teare it out e'r it Offend to looke on thee. Goe, goe, Sir; follow your Vncle-father, Helpe him to spend, what thrift has got together; 'Twilbe charity in you to spend, Because your charity it was to lend. My charity; you can a vertue name. And teach the use, yet never knew the same See wife, here comes Richard. Now listen, and heare me crown'd The wealthiest London Merchant. Why dost thou looke so sadly? Why dost not speake; hast lost thy tongue?