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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
truth_n	believe_v	heart_n	true_a	1,766	5	4.5613	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A11265	The true chronicle historie of the whole life and death of Thomas Lord Cromwell As it hath beene sundrie times publikely acted by the right honorable the Lord Chamberlaine his seruants. Written by W.S.	W. S.; Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attrib. author. aut; Smith, Wentworth, fl. 1601-1623, attrib. author. aut	1602 (1602)	STC 21532; ESTC S104562	30,280	52

This is the lodging of maister Fryskiball A liberall Marchant and a Florentine To whom Banister owes a thousand pound A Marchant Banckrout whose Father was my maister What do I care for pitie or regarde He once was wealthy but he now is falne And this morning haue I got him arested At the sute of maister Friskiball And by this meanes shall I be sure of coyne For dooing this same good to him vnknowne And in good time see where the marchant comes Enter Fryskiball Bag. God morrow to kind maister Friskiball Fri. God morrow to yourselfe good maister Bagot And what 's the newes you are so early stirring It is for gaine I make no doubt of that Bag. It is for the loue sir that I beare to you When did you see your debter Banister Fri. I promise you I haue not seene the man This two moneths day his pouertie is such As I do thinke he shames to see his friends Bag. Why then assure yourselfe to see him straight For at your sute I haue arrested him And here they will be with him presently Fry Arrest him at my sute you were to blame I know the mans misfortunes to be such As hee s not able for to pay the debt And were it knowne to some he were vndone Bag. This is your pittifull hart to thinke it so But you are much deceaued in Banister Why such as he will breake for fashion sake And vnto those they owe a thousand pound Pay scarce a hundred O sir beware of him The man is lewdly giuen to Dyce and Drabs Spends all he hath in harlots companies It is no mercy for to pitie him I speake the truth of him for nothing els But for the kindnesse that I beare to you Fry If it be so he hath deceiued me much And to deale strictly with such a one as he Better seuere then too much lenitie But here is Maister Banister himselfe And with him as I take the officers Enter Banister his wife and two officers Ban. O maister Friskiball you haue vndone me My state was well nigh ouerthrowne before Now altogether downe-cast by your meanes Mist. Ba. O maister Friskiball pity my husbands case He is a man hath liued as well as any Till enuious fortune and the rauenous sea Did rob disrobe and spoile vs of our owne Fri. Mistrisse Banister I enuie not your husband Nor willingly would I haue vsed him thus But that I here he is so lewdly giuen Haunts wicked company and hath enough To pay his debts yet will not be knowne thereof Ban. This is that damned Broker that same Bagot Whom I haue often from my Trencher fed Ingratefull Villaine for to vse me thus Bag. What I haue said to him is naught but truth Mi. Ban. What thou hast said springs from an enuious hart A Canniball that doth eate men aliue But here vpon my knee beleeue me sir And what I speake so helpe me God is true We scarse haue meate to feed our little babes Most of our Plate is in that Brokers hand Which had we mony to dephray our debt O thinke we would not bide that penurie Be mercifull kinde maister Friskiball My husband children and my selfe will eate But one meale a day the other will we keepe and sell As part to pay the debt we owe to you If euer teares did pierce a tender minde Be pittifull let me some fauour finde Bag. Be not you so mad sir to beleeue hir teares Fri. Go to I see thou art an enuious man Good misteris Banister kneele not to me I pray rise vp you shall haue your desire Holde officers be gone there 's for your paines You know you owe to me a thousand pound Here take my hand if eare God make you able And place you in your former state againe Pay me but if still your fortune frowne Vpon my faith I le neuer aske you crowne I neuer yet did wrong to men in thrall For God doth know what to my selfe may fall Ban. This vnexpected fauour vndeserued Doth make my hart bleed inwardly with ioy Nere may ought prosper with me is my owne If I forget this kindnesse you haue showne Mi Ba. My children in their prayers both night and day For your good fortune and successe shall pray Fri. I thanke you both I pray goe dine with me Within these three dayes if God giue me leaue I will to Florence to my natiue home Bagot holde there 's a Portague to drinke Although you ill deserued it by your merit Giue not such cruell scope vnto your hart Be sure the ill you do will be requited Remember what I say Bagot farewell Come Maister Banister you shall with me My fare is but simple but welcome hartily Exit all but Bagot Bag. A plague goe with you would you had eate your last Is this the thankes I haue for all my paines Confusion light vpon you all for me Where he had wont to giue a score of crownes Doth he now foyst me with a Portague Well I will be reuenged vpon this Banister I le to his creditors buie all the debt he owes As seeming that I do it for good will I am sure to haue them at an easie rate And when t is done in christendome he staies not But I le make his hart to ake with sorrow And if that Banister become my debter By heauen and earth I le make his plague the greater Exit Bagot Enter Chorus Cho. Now gentlemen imagine that young Cromwell In Antwarpe Ledger for the English Marchantes And Banister to shunne this Bagots hate Hearing that he hath got some of his debts Is fled to Antwarpe with his wife and children Which Bagot hearing is gone after them And thether sendes his billes of debt before To be reuenged on wretched Banister What doth fall out with patience sit and see A iust requitall of false trecherie Exit Cromwell in his study with bagges of money before him casting of account Cro. Thus farre my reckoning doth go straight euen But Cromwell this same ployding fits not thee Thy minde is altogether set on trauell And not to liue thus cloystered like a Nunne It is not this same trash that I regard Experience is the iewell of my hart Enter a Post Post I praie sir are you readie to dispatch me Cro. Yes here 's those summes of monie you must carie You goe so farre as Frankford do you not Post I doe sir Cro. Well prethie make all the hast thou canst For there be certaine English gentlemen Are bound for Venice and may hapilie want And if that you should linger by the way But in hope that you le make good speed There 's two Angels to buie you spurres and wandes Po. I thanke you sir this will ad winges indeede Cro. Golde is of power would make an Eagles speed Enter Mistris Banister What gentlewoman is this that greeues so much It seemes she doth adresse her selfe to me Mi. Ba. God saue you sir praie is your name maister