R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.81 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Nay, nay, I am Noble, fellow, very Noble, a very rock of friendship, but, but, I had a house and barn burned down to the ground, since you were here. How? How burned ask Sim? By fire, sir, by fire. To build up which, for I am a poor man, a poor man, I was forced by course of Law to enter upon your Land, and so for less money than you had of me, I was fain to sell it to another, that by four days' stay, a man should lose his blood, our livings, our blood, o my heart, o my head. Pray take it not so heinous, we'll go to him. I'll buy it again of him, he wonot be too cruel. A dog, a very dog, there is more mercy in a pair of unbribed Bailiffs, to shun all such solicitings, he's rid to York, a very cut-throat Rogue, but I'll send to him. A honest old man, how it moves him, this was my negligence, good Sim convey him into some warmer room, and I pray, however Fortune, she that gives ever with the dexterity she takes, shall please to fashion out my sufferings, yet for his sake, my deceased Father, the long friend of your heart, in your health, keep me happy. Oh right honest young man Sim. Sir, Blood. Have I done't well? The devil himself could not have done't better. I tell thee an old saw sirrah, he that dissembles in wealth shall not want, they say doom's day is coming, but think you not an't, this will make the pot seethe Sim, good Sir talk no more, my mouth runs over, Sleep, wake, worthy beggar, worthy indeed to be one, and am one worthily— how fine it is to wanton without affliction, I must look out for Fortunes, over again, no, I have money here, and 'tis the curse of merits, not to work, when she has money: there was a handsome Widow, whose wild mad jealous husband died at Sea, let me see, I am near Blackfriars, I'll have one start at her, or else— By my troth 'tis he Captain Young's son, I have loved him even with languishings, ever since I was a girl but should I know it, I should run mad sure, what handsome Gentlemen travail and manners makes, my Father begun to ye Sir, in a cup of final Beer. How does he pray? Pretty well now Sir. Mas 'tis small indeed— you'll pledge me? Yes sir. Pray will ye tell me one thing? What is't. Which is smaller, this Beer, or your maidenhead? the Beer a great deal Sir. I in quality. But not in quantity. No? Why? Let me try, and I'll tell you. Will you tell me one thing before you try? Yes. Which is smaller, this Beer or your wit? O the Beer, the Beer. In quality. Yes, in quantity.
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Length
489 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
Nay, nay, I am Noble, fellow, very Noble, a very rocke of friendship, but, but, I had a house and barne burnd downe to the ground, since you were here. How? How burn'd aske Sim? By fier, sir, by fier. To build vp which, for I am a poore man, a poore man, I was forced by course of Law to enter upon your Land, and so for lesse money then you had of me, I was faine to sell it to another, that by foure dayes stay, a man should lose his blood, our liuings, our blood, ô my heart, ô ny head. Pray take it not so hamons, weele goe to him. Ile buy it againe of him, he wonnot be too cruell. A dogge, a very dog, there is more mercy in a paire of unbrib'd Bailiffes, to shunne all such solicitings, he's rid to Yorke, a very cut-throate Rogue, but Ile send to him. A honest olde man, how it mooves him, this was my negligence, good Sim convay him into some vvarmer roome, and I pray, how ever Fortune, shee that gives ever with the dexteritie she takes, shall please to fashion out my sufferings, yet for his sake, my deceas'd Father, the long friend of your heart, in your health, keepe me happy. Oh right honest young man Sim. Sir, Blood. Have I don't well? The deu'll himselfe coud not have don't better. I tell thee an old sawe sirrah, hee that dissembles in wealth shall not want, they say doomes day is comming, but thinke you not an't, this will make the pot seeth Sim, good Sir talke no more, my mouth runnes over, Sleepe, wake, worthy begger, worthy indeed to be one, and am one worthily—how fine it is to wanton without affliction, I must looke out for Fortunes, over againe, no, I have money here, and 'tis the curse of merit, not to worke, when shee has money: there was a handsome Widdow, whose vvild ma jalous husband died at Sea, let mee see, I am neere Black-fryers, Ile have oe start at her, or else— By my troth tis he Captaine Yongs soone, I have lved him even with languishings, ever since I was a girle but should I know it, I should run mad sure, what handsom Gentlemen travaire and manners makes, my Father begun to ye Sir, in a cup of finall Beere. How does he pray? Pretty well now Sir. Mas 'tis small indeed—youle pledg me? Yes sir. Pray will ye tell me one thing? What is't. Which is smaller, this Beere, or your maidenhead? the Beere a great eale Sir. I in qualitie. But not in quantitie. No? Why? Let me try, and Ile tell you. Will you tell me one thing before you try? Yes. Which is smaller, this Beere or your wit? O the Beere, the Beere. In qualitie. Yes, in quantitie.