Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil typicality 0.82 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
Faith brother 'tis no age to be put off With empty education; few will make jointures To wit or good parts. I may die a Virgin, When some old widow which at every cough resigns some of her teeth, and every night Puts off her Leg as duly as french Hood, Scarce wears her own Nose, hath no eyes but such As she first bought in Broad-street, and every morning Is put together like some Instrument, Having full Coffers shall be wooed, and thought A youthful Bride. Why sister will you like A Match of my projection? you do know How ruinous our father's fortunes are; Before he broke you know there was a Contract Between you and young Seathrift. What if I Make it a wedding? Marry a fool? in hope To be a Lady Majoress? Why sister, I Could name good Ladies that are fain to find Wit for themselves & Knights too. I have heard Of one whose husband was so meek, to be For need her Gentleman usher, and while she Made visits above stairs would patiently Find himself business at Tre-trip i'th' Hall. He's only City bred, one month of your Sharp conversation will refine him; besides How long willt be ere your dissembled state Meet such another offer? Well Brother you shall Dispose of my affections. Then sometime This afternoon I'll bring him hither, do you Provide the Priest; your Dining room will serve As well as the Church. I will expect you. Sirrah, I'll beat you into air. Good Captain. I will by Hector. Murder, murder, help. You needy, shifting, cozening, breaking slave. Nay, Mr Salewit, help to part 'em. Captain. Ask me for money, dog? Oh! I am killed. Help. Help. Nay Captain. Men of my coat pay? Jle call in neighbours. Murder. Murder. Rascal Jle make you trust and offer me petitions To go o'th' score. Good, 'tis very good. How does thy head sweetheart? Away be quiet, Mill. Roseclap, you'll never leave this, I did tell you Last time the Captain beat you what a Lion He is being asked for reckonings. So you did indeed good Mr Salewit; yet you must Ever be foolish husband. What if we Do owe you money, Sir, is't fit for you To ask it? Well, Sir, there is law; I say No more, but there is law. What law you Cur? The law of Nature, Custom, Arms, and Nations, Frees men of war from payments. Yes, your Arms Captain, None else. No soldiers ought to pay. Nor Poets: All void of money are privileged. What would you have, Captains and Poets, Mr Salewit says, Must never pay. No, nor be asked for money. Still I say there is law. Say that again, And by Bellona I will cut thy throat. You long to see your brains out.
seed 43: T37 · seed 44: T36 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Faith brother 'tis no age to be put off With empty education; few will make Ioyntures To wit or good parts. I may dye a Virgin, When some old widdow which at every cough Resignes some of her teeth, and every night Puts off her Leg as duly as french Hood, Scarce weares her owne Nose, hath no eyes but such As she first bought in Broad-street, and every morning Is put together like some Instrument, Having full Coffers shall be wooed, and thought A youthfull Bride. Why sister will you like A Match of my projection? you doe know How ruinous our fathers fortunes are; Before he broke you know there was a Contract Betweene you and young Sea-thrift. What if I Make it a wedding? Marry a foole? in hope To be a Lady Maioresse? Why sister, I Could name good Ladyes that are faine to finde Wit for themselves & Knights too. I have heard Of one whose husband was so meek, to be For need her Gentleman usher, and while she Made visits above staires would patiently Finde himselfe businesse at Tre-trip ith' Hall. He's only City bred, one month of your Sharp conversation will refine him; besides How long wilt be ere your dissembled state Meet such another offer? Well Brother you shall Dispose of my affections. Then sometime This afternoone Ile bring him hither▪ doe you Provide the Priest; your Dining roome will serve As well as the Church. I will expect you. Sirrah, Ile beat you into aire. Good Captaine. I will by Hector. Murder, murder, help. You needy, shifting, cousning, breaking slave. Nay, Mr Salewit, help to part 'em. Captaine. Aske me for mony, dog? Oh! I am killd. Help. Help. Nay Captaine. Men of my coat pay? Jle call in neighbours. Murder. Murder. Rascal Jle make you trust and offer me petitions To goe oth' score. Good, tis very good. How does thy head sweetheart? Away be quiet, Mill. Roseclap, you'l never leave this, I did tell you Last time the Captaine beat you what a Lion He is being askt for reckonings. So you did Jndeed good Mr Salewit; yet you must Ever be foolish husband. What if we Doe owe you mony, Sir, ist fit for you To aske it? Well, Sir, there is law; J say No more, but there is law. What law you Curre? The law of Nature, Custome, Armes, and Nations, Frees men of war from paiments. Yes, your Armes Captaine, None else. No souldiers ought to pay. Nor Poets: All void of mony are privileged. What would you have, Captaines and Poets, Mr Salewit saies, Must never pay. No, nor be askt for monie. Still I say there is law. Say that againe, And by Bellona J will cut thy throat. You long to see your braines out.