Wager, William · published 1570 · first performed or written 1560 [c.1559-c.1570] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
I know the occasion of all this géer: But I would not for twenty pound it should come to his ear He saith, that he will never leave his extorsion: Till of riches he have gotten an innumerable portion. He will build, plant, set, and sow: Till such a fame of him abroad there grow. That there is none like to him in all the Country: And so by that means he shall come to authority. But lightly those that come to authority after that rate: Do end their lives in some miserable and unhappy state. thou fool (saith Christ) this night will I fetch thy soul from thee: And than who shall have the things that thine be? Well, let him alone, I hope all will prove for the best: Even as he leadeth his life so shall he find rest. Peace, peace for God's sake, look where the Steward comes: Body of me Sirs, which way shall I run? God speed you, what mean you? would you speak with me? Yea Sir, even to desire your worship my uréend vor to to be. Ich have a zertain petition to your maship to move: And ich desire you to be my uréend in it vor God's love. What is the matter? let me know it at once: I have somewhat else to do then hear to tread the stones. By my truth Sir I beseech you vor me to speak a good word: To your good master and my Londlord: Ich have dwelled in his house this forty years almost, And thereupon chave bestowed much money and cost. And now ich hear zay ich must double my rent: Or else voided out of it and that incontinent. I beseech you vor God's sake on me take some pity and bone: If I be put out for ever I cham undone. O good Sir, I know that you may do much: By my truth I can do nothing here in: And so God help me I esteem no such matters worth a pin. By'r Lady Sir you have had it a fair season: And that a man should make what he can of his own it is reason I warrant you, therebe enough that that rent will give: But they shall never thrive on it then I believe. Ich know what he may do with the house and ground: He may chance to vinde rend enough of vive pound. Well, care not you for that, if you he a wise man: You were best to get one better cheap where you can For I know that so much for it, have he may: Yea, if it stood empty even this present day. Well Sir, yet me thinks there should be a conscience I think God hateth such covetous, sir by your patience. Thou art a foolish fellow, here of to me to complain: For I meddle with no such matters I tell you plain.
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I knowe the occaſion of all this géer: But I would not for twenty pound it ſhould come to his eare He ſaith, that he wil neuer leaue his extorſion: Til of riches he haue gotten an innumerable portion. He wil builde, plant, ſet, and ſowe: Til ſuch a fame of him abrode there growe. That there is none like to him in all the Countrey: And ſo by that meanes he ſhall come to authoritie. But lightly thoſe that come to authoritie after that rate: Doo end their liues in ſome miſerable and vnhappy ſtate. thou foole (ſaith Chriſt) this night wil I fetch thy ſoule frō thée: And then who ſhall haue the things that thine be? Wel, let him alone, I hope all wil prooue for the beſt: Euen as he leadeth his life ſo ſhall he finde reſt. Peace, peace for Gods ſake, look where the Steward comes: Body of me Sirs, which way ſhall I run? God ſpéed you, what mean you? would you ſpeak with me? Yea Sir, euen to deſire your worſhip my vréend vor to to be. Ich haue a zertain petition to your maſhip to mooue: And ich deſire you to be my vréend in it vor Gods looue. What is the matter? let me knowe it at once: I haue ſomwhat els to doo then hear to tread the ſtones. By my trueth Sir I beſéech you vor me to ſpeak a good woord: To your good maiſter and my Londlord: Ich haue dwelt in his houſe this vorty yéeres almoſte, And thervpon chaue beſtowed much money and coſt. And now ich hear zay ich muſt double my rent: Or els void out of it and that incontinent. I beſéech you vor Gods ſake on me take ſome pitty and bone: If I be put out for euer I cham vndoon. Oh good Sir, I knowe that you may doo much: By my trueth I can doo nothing héer in: And ſo God help me I eſtéeme no ſuch matters worth a pin. Ber Lady Sir you haue had it a fair ſeaſon: And yt a man ſhould make what he can of his owne it is reaſō I warrant you, therbe inow that that rent wil giue: But they ſhall neuer thriue on it then I beléeue. Ich knowe what he may doo with the houſe and ground: He may chaunce to vinde rent inough of viue pound. Wel, care not you for that, if you he a wiſe man: You were beſt to get one better chepe where you can For I knowe that ſo much for it, haue he may: Yea, if it ſtood empty euen this preſent day. Wel Sir, yet me thinks there ſhould be a conſcience I think God hateth ſuch couetouſe, ſir by your patience. Thou art a fooliſh felowe, héer of to me to complain: For I medle with no ſuch matters I tel you plain.