Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.85 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Barabas send me 300 Crowns. Plain Barabas: oh that wicked courtesan! He was not wont to call me Barabas. Or else I will confess: ay, there it goes: But if I get him Coupe de Gorge, for that He sent a shaggy tottered staring slave, That when he speaks, draws out his grisly beard, And winds it twice or thrice about his ear; Whose face has been a grindstone for men's swords, His hands are hacked, some fingers cut quite off; Who when he speaks, grunts like a hog, and looks Like one that is employed in Catzerie, And crossbiting such a Rogue As is the husband to a hundred whores: And I by him must send three hundred crowns. Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still; And when he comes: Oh that he were but here! Iew, I must ha' more gold. Why want'st thou any of thy tale? No; but 300 will not serve his turn. Not serve his turn, Sir? No Sir; and therefore I must have 500 more. I'll rather— Oh good words, Sir, and send it you were best, see, There's his letter. Might he not as well come as send; pray bid him Come & fetch it, what he writes for you, ye shall have straight. ay, and the rest too, or else— I must make this villain away: please you dine With me, Sir, & you shall be most heartily poisoned. No god-a-mercy, shall I have these crowns? I cannot do it, I have lost my keys. Oh, if that be all, I can pick ope your locks. Or climb up to my Countinghouse window: You know my meaning. I know enough, and therefore talk not to me of your Countinghouse, the gold, or know Iew it is in my power to hang thee. I am betrayed. 'Tis not 500 Crowns that I esteem, I am not moved at that: this angers me, That he who knows I love him as myself Should write in this imperious vain? why Sir, You know I have no child, and unto whom Should I leave all but unto Ithimore? Here's many words but no crowns; the crowns. Commend me to him, Sir, most humbly, And unto your good mistress as unknown. Speak, shall I have 'em, Sir? Sir here they are. Oh that I should part with so much gold! Here take 'em, fellow, with as good a will— As I and see thee hanged; oh, love stops my breath: Never loved man servant as I do Ithimore. I know it, Sir. Pray when, Sir, shall I see you at my house? Soon enough to your cost, Sir: Fare you well. Nay to thine own cost, villain, if thou com'st. Was ever Iew tormented as I am? To have a shagrag knave to come 300 Crowns, and then 500 Crowns? Well, I must seek a means to rid 'em all, And presently: for in his villainy He will tell all he knows and I shall die for't. I have it. I will in some disguise go see the slave, And how the villain revels with my gold.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 998 · TCP A06991 · DEEP 812
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1852–1917 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 37 in this edition
Length
524 words · 730 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Barabas send me 300 Crownes. Plaine Barabas: oh that wicked Curtezane! He was not wont to call me Barabas. Or else I will confesse: I, there it goes: But if I get him Coupe de Gorge, for that He sent a shaggy totter'd staring slaue, That when he speakes, drawes out his grisly beard, And winds it twice or thrice about his eare; Whose face has bin a grind-stone for mens swords, His hands are hackt, some fingers cut quite off; Who when he speakes, grunts like a hog, and looks Like one that is imploy'd in Catzerie, And crosbiting such a Rogue As is the husband to a hundred whores: And I by him must send three hundred crownes. Well, my hope is, he will not stay there still; And when he comes: Oh that he were but here! Iew, I must ha more gold. Why wantst thou any of thy tale? No; but 300 will not serue his turne. Not serue his turne, Sir? No Sir; and therefore I must haue 500 more. I'le rather — Oh good words, Sir, and send it you were best, see, There's his letter. Might he not as well come as send; pray bid him Come & fetch it, what hee writes for you, ye shall haue streight. I, and the rest too, or else — I must make this villaine away: please you dine With me, Sir, & you shal be most hartily poyson'd. No god-a-mercy, shall I haue these crownes? I cannot doe it, I haue lost my keyes. Oh, if that be all, I can picke ope your locks. Or climbe vp to my Counting-house window: You know my meaning. I know enough, and therfore talke not to me of your Counting-house, the gold, or know Iew it is in my power to hang thee I am betraid. 'Tis not 500 Crownes that I esteeme, I am not mou'd at that: this angers me, That he who knowes I loue him as my selfe Should write in this imperious vaine? why Sir, You know I haue no childe, and vnto whom Should I leaue all but vnto Ithimore? Here's many words but no crownes; the crownes. Commend me to him, Sir, most humbly, And vnto your good mistris as vnknowne. Speake, shall I haue 'vm, Sir? Sir here they are. Oh that I should part with so much gold! Here take 'em, fellow, with as good a will — —As I nd see thee hang'd; oh, loue stops my breath: Neuer lou'd man seruant as I doe Ithimore. I know it, Sir. Pray when, Sir, shall I see you at my house? Soone enough to your cost, Sir: Fare you well. Nay to thine owne cost, villaine, if thou com'st. Was euer Iew tormented as I am? To haue a shag-rag knaue to come 300 Crownes, and then 500 Crownes? Well, I must seeke a meanes to rid 'em all, And presently: for in his villany He will tell all he knowes and I shall dye for't. I haue it. I will in some disguize goe see the slaue, And how the villaine reuels with my gold.