R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.73 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Which way took he? On straight I think. Then we should see him man, he was just in mine eye when we were at foot o'th' hill, and to my thinking stood here looking towards us upon the bridge. So thought I, but with the cloud of dust we raised about us, with the speed our horses made: it seems we lost him, how I could stamp and bite my horse's ears off. Let's spur towards Coomb house, he struck that way, sure he's not upon the Road. 'Sfoot if we miss him, how shall we keep our word with Sander Bloodhound in Fleetstreet after dinner at the Fountain, he's out of cash, and thou knowest by cutter's Law, we are bound to relieve one another. Let's scour towards Coomb house, but if we miss him. N matter, dost see yonder Barne o'th left hand? What of that? At the West end, I tore a piece of board out, And stuffed in close amongst the straw, a bag Of a hundred pound at least, all in round shillings: Which I made my last nights purchase for a Lawyer. Dost know the place to fetch it again? The torn board is my land mark, if we miss this, We make for that, and whilst that lasts— oh London, Thou Labyrinth that puzzleest strictest search, Convenient Inns of Court, for highway Lawyers, How with rich wine, Tobacco, and sweet Wenches, we will canvas thy dark case. Away, let's spur. Spur did her call her, have made Randalls stand without boots, in ferry pitiful pickles, but her will run as nimbles to London's, as Greyhound after Rabbits, and yet now her remember what her cousins talked, was some wiser and some too, Randalls heard talk of Parne upon left hand, and a brave bag with hundred pounds in round shillings Cod pless us, and yonder was Parnes and upon left hands too, now here was questions, & demands to be made, why Randalls should not rob them would rob Randalls, her will go to parnes, pluck away pords, pull out paggs, and show her cozen a round pair of heels, with aule her round sillings, mark her now. The Rogue rise right, and has out stripped us this was staying in Kingston with our unlucky Hostess, that must be dandled, and made drunk next her heart, she made us slip the very Cream o'th' morning, if any thing stand awkward, a woman's at one end on't. Come, we have a hundred pieces good yet in the barn, they shall last us, and Saunder a month's mirth at least. Oh these sweet hundred pieces, how I will kiss ye, and hug ye with that zeal a Usurer does his bastard money, when he comes from Church, wert not for them, where were our hopes, but come, they shall be sure to thunder in the Taverns, I but now, just now I see pottle pots thrown down the stairs, just like Sergeants and Yeomen, one i'th' neck of another.
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Length
504 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (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)
Which way tooke hee? On streight I thinke. Then we should see him man, hee was just in mine eye when we were at foot o'th hill, and to my thinking stood here looking towards us upon the bridge. So thought I, but with the cloud of dust wee rais'd about us, with the speed our horses made: it seemes we lost him, how I could stampe and bite my horses eares off. Let's spurre towards Coomb house, he strucke that way, sure hee's not upon the Roade. 'Sfoot if wee misse him, how shall vvee keepe our word with Sander Bloodhound in Fleetstreete after dinner at the Fountaine, hee's out of cash, and thou knowest by Cutters Law, wee are bound to relieve one another. Let's scowre towards Coomb house, but if we misse him. N matter, dost see yonder Barne o'th left hand? What of that? At the West end, I tore a piece of board out, And stuft in close amongst the straw, a bagge Of a hundred pound at least, all in round shillings: Which I made my last nights purchase for a Lawyer. Dost know the place to fetch it againe? The torne board is my land marke, if we misse this, We make for that, and whilst that lasts—oh London, Thou Labyrinth that puzlest strictest search, Convenient Innes of Court, for highvvay Lavvyers, Hovv vvith rich wine, Tobacco, and svveet Wenches, we will canvase thy darke case. Away, let's spurre. Spurre did her call her, have made Randals stand without pootes, in ferry pittifull pickles, but her will run as nimbles to Londons, as Creyhound after Rabbits, and yet now her remember what her Cozens talkt, was some wiser and some too, Randals heard talke of Parne upon left hand, and a prave bag with hundred pounds in round shillings Cod plesse us, and yonder was Parnes and upon left hands too, now here was questions, & demands to be made, why Randals should not rob them would rob Randals, her will goe to parnes, plucke away pords, pull out paggs, and shew her cozen a round paire of heeles, with aule her round sillings, marke her now. The Rogue rise right, and has out stript us this was staying in Kingstone with our unlucky Hostesse, that must be dandled, and made drunke next her heart, she made us slip the very Creame o'th morning, if any thing stand augward, a woman's at one end on't. Come, we have a hundred pieces goodyet in the Barne, they shall last us, and Saunder a moneths mirth at least. Oh these sweete hundred pieces, how I will kisse ye, and hugge ye with that zeale a Vsurer does his bastard money, when hee comes from Church, wert not for them, where were our hopes, but come, they shall bee sure to thunder in the Taverns, I but now, just now I see pottle pots throwne downe the stayres, just like Serieants and Yeomen, one i'th necke of another.