Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.77 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
A London Cuckold, hot from the spit, And when the Carver up had broke him; The Devil chopped up his head at a bit, But the horns were very near like to have choked him. The chine of a Lecher too there was roasted, With a plump Harlot's haunch and garlic; A Panders pettitoes that had boasted Himself for a Captain, yet never was warlike. A large fat pastry of a Midwife hot; And for a cold baked meat into the story, A reverend painted Lady was brought, And coffined in crust, till now she was hoary. To these, an over-growne-justice of peace, With a Clerk like a gizzard thrust under each arm; And warrants for sippets, laid in his own grease, Set o'er a chaffing dish to be kept warm. The jowl of a jailer, served for fish, A Constable soused with vinegar by; Two Aldermen lobsters asleep in a dish, A Deputy tart, a Churchwarden pie. All which devovred; He than for a close, Did for a full draught of Derby call; He heaved the huge vessel up to his nose, And left not till he had drunk up all. Than from the table he gave a start, Where banquet, and wine were nothing scarce; All which he slirted away with a fart, From whence it was called the Devil's Arse. And there he made such a breach with the wind, The hole too standing open the while, That the sent of the vapour, before, and behind, Hath foully perfumed most part of the Isle. And this was Tobacco, the learned suppose; Which since in Country, Court, and Town, In the Devil's glister-pipe smokes at the nose Of Polle at, and Madam, of Gallant, and Clown. From which wicked weed, with Swines-flesh, and Ling; Or any thing else that's feast for the Fiend: Our Captain, and we, cry God save the King, And sand him good meat, and mirth without end. AN excellent song, and a sweet Songster, and would have done rarely in a Cage, with a dish of water, and hempseed; a fine breast of his own: Sir you are a Prelate of the Order, I understand, and I have a terrible grudging now upon me to be one of your company; will your Captain take a Prentice Sir? I would bind myself to him body and soul, either for one and twenty years, or as many lives as he would. I, and put in my life for one, for I am come about too; I am sorry I had no more money i' my purse when you came first upon us Sir; If I had known you would have picked my pocket so like a Gentleman, I would have been better provided; I shall be glad to venture a purse with your Worship at any time you'll appoint, so you would prefer me to your Captain; I'll put in security for my truth, and serve out my time, though I die to morrow.
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Length
498 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.770 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A London Cuckold, hot from the ſpit, And when the Carver up had broke him; The Devill chopt up his head at a bit, But the hornes were very neere like to have choakt him. The chine of a Lecher too there was roaſted, With a plumpe Harlots haunch and garlicke; A Panders pettitoes that had boaſted Himſelfe for a Captaine, yet never was warlicke. A large fat paſtie of a Mid-wife hot; And for a cold bak't meat into the ſtory, A reverend painted Ladie was brought, And coffin'd in cruſt, till now ſhe was hoary. To theſe, an over-growne-juſtice of peace, With a Clarke like a gizzard thruſt under each arme; And warrants for ſippets, layd in his owne greaſe, Set o're a chaffing diſh to be kept warme. The joule of a Jaylor, ſerv'd for fiſh, A Conſtable ſouſ'd with vineger by; Two Aldermen lobſters aſleepe in a diſh, A Deputy tart, a Churchwarden pye. All which devovr'd; He then for a cloſe, Did for a full draught of Derby call; He heav'd the huge veſſell up to his noſe, And left not till he had drunke up all. Then from the table he gave a ſtart, Where banquet, and wine were nothing ſcarce; All which he ſlirted away with a fart, From whence it was call'd the Devils Arſe. And there he made ſuch a breach with the winde, The hole too ſtanding open the while, That the ſent of the vapour, before, and behinde, Hath fouly perfumed moſt part of the Iſle. And this was Tobacco, the learned ſuppoſe; Which ſince in Countrey, Court, and Towne, In the Devills gliſter-pipe ſmoaks at the noſe Of Polle at, and Madam, of Gallant, and Clowne. From which wicked weed, with Swines-fleſh, and Ling; Or any thing elſe thats feaſt for the Fiend: Our Captaine, and wee, cry God ſave the King, And ſend him good meate, and mirth without end. AN excellent ſong, and a ſweet Songſter, and would have done rarely in a Cage, with a diſh of water, and hempſeed; a fine breaſt of his owne: Sir you are a Prelate of the Order, I underſtand, and I have a terrible grudging now upon mee to bee one of your company; will your Captaine take a Prentiſe Sir? I would binde my ſelfe to him bodie and ſoule, either for one and twenty yeares, or as manie lives as he would. I, and put in my life for one, for I am come about too; I am ſorry I had no more money i' my purſe when you came firſt upon us Sir; If I had knowne you would have pickt my pocket ſo like a Gentleman, I would have beene better provided; I ſhall bee glad to venter a purſe with your Worſhippe at any time you'll appoint, ſo you would preferre mee to your Captaine; Ile put in ſecurity for my truth, and ſerve out my time, though I dye to morrow.