R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.80 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
But let a fine fool that's well feathered come, and withal good meat, I have a friend it may be, that may compassionate his wants, I'll tell ye an old Saw for't over my chimney yonder, a poor man seem to him that's poor, and prays thee for to lend, but tell the prodigal (not quite spent) thou wilt procure a friend. Trust me a thrifty saw. Many will have virtuous admonitions on their walls, but not a piece in their coffers, give me these witty politic saws, and indeed my house is furnished with no other. How happy shall I be to wed such wisdom. Shall bed it, shall bed it wench, shalt ha''t by infusion, look, look. Save ye Master Tim. Who's this, goodman file the blacksmith, I thought 'had been our old collier: did you go to bed with that dirty face goodman file? And rise with it too sir. What have you bumming out there goodman file? A vice sir, that I would fain be furnished with a little money upon't. Why how will you do to work then goodman file? This is my spare vice, not that I live by. Hum. ye did not buy this spare vice of a lean Courtier, did ye? No sir, of a fat Cook, that strained of a Smith for's rent. Oh hard hearted man of grease. Nay, nay, Sim, we must do't sometimes. Ha thrifty whoreson. And what wood serve your turn goodman file? A Noble Sir. What upon a spare vice to lend a Noble? Why sir, for ten groats you may make yourself drunk, and so buy a vice outright for half the money. That is no noble vice I assure ye. How long wood ye have it! But a fortnight, 'tis to buy stuff I protest sir. Look ye being a neighbour, and borne one for another. Ha villain, shalt have all. There is five shillings upon't, which at the fortnight's end goodman File you must make five shillings six pence. How sir? Nay and it were not to do you a courtesy— Ha Boy. And then I had forgot three pence for my Bill, so there is four pence, and nine pence, which you are to tender back, five shillings six pence, goodman File at the end of the fortnight. Well and it were not for earnest necessity, hay boys, I come, I come, you black rascals, let the Cans go round. Sim, because the man's an honest man, I pray lay up his Vice, as safe as it were your own. And if he miss his day, and forfeit, it shall be yours and your heirs for ever. What, disbursing money boy? here is thy mother in law Your nose drops, 'twill spoil her ruff. Pray forsooth— what's o'clock. Oh fie upon him Mistress, I thought he had begun to ask you blessing. Peace, weele have more oa't. I wonot kiss indeed. And he wonot, here are those that will forsooth. Get ye in you Rogue. I hope ye will Sir? I was bred in Ireland where the women begin the salutation. I wonot kiss truly. Indeed you must.
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526 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
But let a fine foole that's well feathered come, and withall good meate, I have a friend it may be, that may compassionate his wants, Ile tell ye an olde Saw for't over my chimnie yonder, a poore man seeme to him that's poore, and prayes thee for to lend, but tell the prodigall (not quite spent) thou woo't procure a friend. Trust me a thristy sawe. Many will have vertuous admonitions on their walles, but not a piece in their coffers, give mee these vvittie politique sawes, and indeed my house is furnisht vvith no other. Hovv happy shall I be to vved such vvisedome. Shall bed it, shall bed it wench, shalt ha't by infusion, looke, looke. Save ye Master Tim. Who's this, goodman fyle the black-smith, I thought'had beene our old collier: did you goe to bed vvith that durty face goodman fyle? And rise vvith it too sir. What have you bumming out there goodman fyle? A vice sir, that I would faine bee furnisht vvith a little money upon't. Why how vvill you doe to vvorke then goodman fyle? This is my spare vice, not that I live by. Hum, yee did not buy this spare vice of a leane Courtier, did yee? No sir, of a fat Cooke, that strain'd of a Smith for's rent. Oh hard hearted man of grease. Nay, nay, Sim, vve must doo't sometimes. Ha thrifty whorsonne. And vvhat wood serue your turne goodman fyle? A Noble Sir. What upon a spare vice to lend a Noble? Why sir, for ten groats you may make your selfe drunke, and so buy a vice outright for halfe the money. That is no noble vice I assure ye. How long vvood y have it! But a fortnight, 'tis to buy stuffe I protest sir. Looke ye being a neighbour, and borne one for another. Ha villaine, shalt have al. There is five shillings uppon't, which at the fortnights end goodman Fyle you must make five shillings sixe pence. How sir? Nay and it were not to doe you a curtesie— Ha Boy. And then I had forgot three pence for my Bill, so there is foure pence, and nine pence, which you are to tender backe, five shillings sixe pence, goodman Fyle at the end of the fortnight. Well and it were not for earnest necessitie, hay boyes, I come, I come, you blacke rascalls, let the Cans goe round. Sim, because the man's an honest man, I pray lay up his Vice, as safe as it were your owne. And if hee misse his day, and forfeit, it shall bee yours and your heires for ever. What, disbursing money boy? here is thy mother in law Your nose drops, 'will spoyle her ruffe. Pray forsooth—what's a clcke. Oh fie upon him Mistresse, I thought he had begunne to aske you blessing. Peace, vveele have more oa't. I wonnot kisse indeed. And he wonnot, here are those that will forsooth. Get ye in you Rogue. I hope yee will Sir? I was bred in Ireland where the women beginne the salutation. I wonnot kisse truely. Indeed you must.