Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Jew of Malta · chunk 19 of 37

Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown · before the Court
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

I cannot stay; for if my mother come, she'll die with grief. I cannot take my leave of him for tears: Father, why have you thus incensed them both? What's that to thee? I'll make 'em friends again. You'll make 'em friends? are there not Jews Enough in Malta. But thou must dote upon a Christian? I will have Don Mathias, he is my love. Yes, you shall have him: Go put her in. ay, I'll put her in. Now tell me, Ithimore, how lik'st thou this? Faith Master, I think by this You purchase both their lives; is it not so? True; and it shall be cunningly performed. Oh, master, that I might have a hand in this. ay, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must do the deed: Take this and bear it to Mathias straight, And tell him that it comes from Lodowick. 'Tis poisoned, is it not? No, no, and yet it might be done that way: It is a challenge feigned from Lodowick. Fear not, I'll so set his heart afire, that he Shall verily think it comes from him. I cannot choose but like thy readiness: Yet be not rash, but do it cunningly. As I behave myself in this, employ me hereafter. Away then. So, now will I go in to Lodowick, And like a cunning spirit feign some lie, Till I have set 'em both at enmity. SInce this Town was besieged, my gain grows cold The time has been, that but for one bare night A hundred Ducats have been freely given: But now against my will I must be chaste. And yet I know my beauty doth not fail. From Venice Merchants, and from Padua, Were wont to come rare witted Gentlemen, Scholars I mean, learned and liberal; And now, save Pilia-borza, comes there none, And he is very seldom from my house; And here he comes. Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend. 'Tis silver, I disdain it. ay, but the Iew has gold, And I will have it or it shall go hard. Tell me, how cam'st thou by this? Faith, walking the back lanes through the Gardens I chanced to cast mine eye up to the Jews countinghouse Where I saw some bags of money, and in the night I Clambered up with my hooks, and as I was taking My choice, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I took Only this, and run my way: but here's the Iews man. Hide the bag. Look not towards him, let's away: 'zounds what a looking thou keep'st, Thou'lt betray's anon. O the sweetest face that ever I beheld! I know she is A courtesan by her attire: now would I give a hundred Of the Jews Crowns that I had such a Concubine. Well, I have delivered the challenge in such sort, As meet they will, and fighting die; brave sport.
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PlayThe Jew of Malta
AuthorMarlowe, Christopher
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1589 [c.1589-1590]
First performance (BritDrama)1589 [1589-1590]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Theaterbefore the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 998 · TCP A06991 · DEEP 812
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1151–1213 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 37 in this edition
Length486 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.794
Other seedsseed 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 cannot stay; for if my mother come, Shee'll dye with griefe. I cannot take my leaue of him for teares: Father, why haue you thus incenst them both? What's that to thee? I'le make 'em friends againe. You'll make 'em friends? are there not Iewes Enow in Malta. But thou must dote vpon a Christian? I will haue Don Mathias, he is my loue. Yes, you shall haue him: Goe put her in. I, I'le put her in. Now tell me, Ithimore, how lik'st thou this? Faith Master, I thinke by this You purchase both their liues; is it not so? True; and it shall be cunningly perform'd. Oh, master, that I might haue a hand in this. I, so thou shalt, 'tis thou must doe the deed: Take this and beare it to Mathias streight, And tell him that it comes from Lodowicke. 'Tis poyson'd, is it not? No, no, and yet it might be done that way: It is a challenge feign'd from Lodowicke. Feare not, I'le so set his heart a fire, that he Shall verily thinke it comes from him. I cannot choose but like thy readinesse: Yet be not rash, but doe it cunningly. As I behaue my selfe in this, imploy me hereafter. Away then. So, now will I goe in to Lodowicke, And like a cunning spirit feigne some lye, Till I haue set 'em both at enmitie. SInce this Towne was besieg'd, my gaine growes cold The time has bin, that but for one bare night A hundred Duckets haue bin freely giuen: But now against my will I must be chast. And yet I know my beauty doth not faile. From Venice Merchants, and from Padua, Were wont to come rare witted Gentlemen, Schollers I meane, learned and liberall; And now, saue Pilia-borza, comes there none, And he is very seldome from my house; And here he comes. Hold thee, wench, there's something for thee to spend. 'Tis siluer, I disdaine it. I, but the Iew has gold, And I will haue it or it shall goe hard. Tell me, how cam'st thou by this? Faith, walking the backe lanes through the Gardens I chanc'd to cast mine eye vp to the Iewes counting-house Where I saw some bags of mony, and in the night I Clamber'd vp with my hooks, and as I was taking My choyce, I heard a rumbling in the house; so I tooke Onely this, and runne my way: but here's the Iews man. Hide the bagge. Looke not towards him, let's away: Zoon's what a looking thou keep'st, Thou'lt betraye's anon. O the sweetest face that euer I beheld! I know she is A Curtezane by her attire: now would I giue a hundred Of the Iewes Crownes that I had uch a Concubine. Well, I haue deliuer'd the challenge in such sort, As meet they will, and fighting dye; braue sport.