Marmion, Shackerley · published 1632 · first performed or written 1631 [Dec] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · Salisbury Court unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I cry you mercy, were you one of them That drew Trimalchio to those idle courses? I am ashamed of the benefit, leave me That I may not see the cause of my sorrow: But 'tis no matter, we shall leave you first. They shall find, I am no man to be slighted, And that she has misplaced her affection. When I have wracked the wrongs on my corrival, Trimalchio, look to thyself, were he removed, There might be hopes, my valour shall make known There is a difference. I'll straight to the tavern: And when I once am hot with good Canary, I pronounce him dead that affronts my fury. Turned out of service the next turn will be Under the Gallows, and have a Ballad made of me, The corruption of a cashiered serving-man, Is the generation of a thief. I scare, My fate points me not out to so good fortune. My bulk will not serve me to take a purse. The best thing I am fit for, is a tapster, Or else get a wench of mine own, and sell Bottle Ale and Tobacco, that's my refuge They termed me parasite, 'tis a mystery Is like a familiar, that leaves a man When he is near his execution. I have no power to flatter myself now, I might have gone a-wooing to some widow, And had his countenance, but now the tenants Look like their Bacon, rustily, upon me. What, Ieffery! thou art the comfort of my woes: Welcome, good Ieffry. Thanks to your good Worship; Where are my hangings, Ieffry? Very well, sir. Locked in a Cypress chest, for fear of Moths. And all the other furniture good Ieffry. They are kept safe, and well aried for your Worship. Thanks, good Ieffry. I were in a sweet case, If I had not conveyed somethings away, To maintain me hereafter. Why so, sir? I may go set up bills now for my living, Cry Vinegar up and down the streets; or fish At black friars' stairs; or sit against A wall, with a library of ballads before me. You are not out of service. Turned a grazing, In the wide Common of the world, Ieffry. Then are my hopes at best, I have no reason To care for him any longer; a word with you. What furniture do you mean? Those that I sent, The beds, and hangings. Did you send any such? I hope you will not use me so. Your own words. I must make the best benefit of my place: You know, 'tis not an age to be honest in. 'tis the only highway unto poverty. I know not how, I do not fancy you Of late. I chose thee for thy knavish look. And now thou hast requited me: of all My evils, thou art the worst. No faith, sir. You have a worse commodity at my house. But you may save the charges of a writ. I'll send her you without reprieve or bail. I do you that favour.
seed 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)
I cry you mercy, were you one of them That drew Trimalchio to thoſe idle courſes? I am aſhamed of the benefit, leaue mee That I may not ſee the cauſe of my ſorrow: But 'tis no matter, we ſhall leaue you firſt. They ſhall find, I am no man to be ſlighted, And that ſhee has miſplac'd her affection. When I haue wrackt the wrongs on my corriuall, Trimalchio, looke to thy ſelfe, were hee remou'd, There might be hopes, my valour ſhall make known There is a difference. Ile ſtraight to the tauerne: And when I once am hot with good Canary, I pronounce him dead that affronts my fury. Turn'd out of ſeruice the next turne will be Vnder the Gallows, and haue a Ballad made of me, The corruption of a caſheer'd Seruing-man, Is the generation of a thiefe. I ſcare, My fate poynts me not out to ſo good fortune. My bulke will not ſerue me to take a purſe. The beſt thing I am fit for, is a tapter, Or elſe get a wench of mine owne, and ſell Bottell Ale and Tobacco, that's my refuge They tearmd me paraſite, 'tis a myſtery Is like a familiar, that leaues a man When he is neere his execution. I haue no power to flatter my ſelfe now, I might haue gone a wooing to ſome widdow, And had his countenance, but now the tenants Looke like their Bacon, ruſtily, vpon me. What, Ieffery! thou art the comfort of my woes: Welcome, good Ieffry. Thankes to your good Worſhip; Where are my hangings, Ieffry? Very wel, ſir. Lockt in a Cypreſſe cheſt, for feare of Moths. And all the other furniture good Ieffry. They are kept ſafe, and well ary'd for your Worſhip. Thanks, good Ieffry. I were in a ſweet caſe, If I had not conuayd ſomethings away, To maintaine mee hereafter. Why ſo, ſir? I may go ſet vp bils now for my liuing, Cry Vineger vp and downe the ſtreets; or fiſh At blacke Fryers ſtayres; or ſit againſt A wall, with a library of ballads before mee. You are not out of ſeruice. Turnd a grazing, In the wide Common of the world, Ieffry. Then are my hopes at beſt, I haue no reaſon To care for him any longer; a word with you. What furniture do you meane? Thoſe that I ſent, The beds, and hangings. Did you ſend any ſuch? I hope you will not vſe mee ſo. Your owne words. I muſt make the beſt benefit of my place: You know, tis not an age to bee honeſt in. Tis the only high-way vnto pouerty. I know not how, I do not fancy you Of late. I choſe thee for thy knauiſh looke. And now thou haſt requited mee: of all My euils, thou art the worſt. No fayth, ſir. You haue a worſe commodity at my houſe. But you may ſaue the charges of a writ. Ile ſend her you without reprieue or bayle. I doe you that fauour.