Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

For the Honor of Wales · chunk 2 of 7

Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 17] (Annals)
masque
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 463 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Hynno, hynno. Adlas? I please your ursip is a Welsse Attorney, and a preddilie scholars, a wear him his long coat, line with Seepes skin, as you see every days o'the week. A very sufficient litigious fellow's in the Terms, and a finely Poets out o'the Terms, he has a sprig of Laurel already towards his garlands. He was get in here at Twelve-night and see aull; what do you call it, your matters, and says is naught, naught, stark naught. I do say'anded please his Madestee, I do not like him with aull his heart; he's plugd in by the ears, without all piddies, or mercies of propriedies or decorums. I will do injuries to no man before his Madestee; but ' is a very vile and absurd as a man would wiss, that I do say, to pit the Prince of Wales in an outlandis Mountain; when he is known, his Highness has as goodly Mountains and as tawll a Hills of his own (look you, do you see now) and of as good standing, and as good descent, as the proudest Adlas christened. I good Evan, I pray you reckon his Madestee some of the Welsh Hills, the Mountains. Why there is Talgar. Well said. Eliennieth. Well said Evan. Cadier Arthur. Toudge him, toudge him. Pen-maen-maur. Is good boys, Evan. And Craig-eriri. Aw? vellhy? why law you now?' Is not Pen-maen-maur, and Craig-Eriri as good sound, as Adlas every whit of him. Is caulld the British Aulpes, Craig-Eririri, a very sufficient Hills. By got we will play with him Hills for Hills, for sixteen and forty s'illings when he dares. I pray you let it alone your wachers a liddle while Cousin Davy ap Jenkin, and give it leave I may give his Madestee, and the Court informations toudging now the Reformations. Why? cannot you and I talk too Cousin? the haul (God bless it) is big enough to hold both our taukes, and we were twice as much as we are. Why, talk it aull than, if you think is reason in you. Not; I know is no reason, Evan, I confess him; but every man would show himselve a good subject as he can to his means; I am a subject by my place, and two heads is better than one I imagine under correction. Got's owns, here is no corrections man; imagine what you please, do in gots name, imagine, imagine, why do you not imagine? here is no pennyrths of corrections. Aw dgwin Tawson. Is so invincibles, so in mercifullies ignorant, a man knows not upon what inces of ground to stand to him; does conceive it no more as I am a true Welsh christian, than (sirreverence ' o the cympany) the-hilts of his dagger.
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PlayFor the Honor of Wales
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1641
First performance / composition (Annals)1618 [Feb 17]
First performance (BritDrama)1618 [Feb 17]
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1165 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.05
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 9–30 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 7 in this edition
Length463 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.594
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hynno, hynno. Adlas? I pleaſe your urſip is a Welſſe Atturney, and a preddilie ſchollers, a weare him his long coat, line with Seepes skin, as yow ſee every daies o'the weeke. A very ſufficient litigious fellow's in the Termes, and a finely Poets out o'the Termes, hee has a ſprig of Lawrell already towards his girlonds. He was get in here at Twelfe-night and ſee aull; what doe you call it, your matters, and ſayes is naught, naught, ſtarke naught. I doe ſay'and't pleaſe his Madeſtee, I doe not like him with aull his heart; h'is plugd in by the eares, without all piddies, or mercies of propriedies or decorums. I will doe injuries to no man before his Madeſtee; but 'is a very vile and abſurd as a man would wiſſe, that I doe ſay, to pyt the Prince of Wales in an outlandis Mountaine; when hee is knowne, his Highneſſe has as goodly Mountaines and as tawll a Hills of his owne (looke yow, do you ſee now) and of as good ſtanding, and as good diſcent, as the prowdeſt Adlas chriſtned. I good Evan, I pray you reckon his Madeſtee ſome of the Welſe Hills, the Mountaines. Why there is Talgar. Well ſayd. Eliennieth. Well ſayd Evan. Cadier Arthur. Toudge him, toudge him. Pen-maen-maur. Is good boyes, Evan. And Craig-eriri. Aw? vellhy? why law you now? 'Is not Pen-maen-maur, and Craig-Eriri as good ſound, as Adlas every whit of him. 'Is caulld the Britiſh Aulpes, Craig-Eririri, a very ſufficient Hills. By got we will play with him Hills for Hills, for ſixteene and forty ſ'illings when he dares. I pray you let it alone your wachers a liddle while Coſſin Davy ap Jenkin, and give it leave I may give his Madeſtee, and the Court informations toudging now the Reformations. Why? cannot yow and I tauke too Coſſin? the Haull (God bleſſe it) is big inough to hold both our taukes, and we were twice as much as we are. Why, tauke it aull then, if you think is reaſon in you. No; I know is no reaſon, Evan, I confes him; but every man would ſhew himſelve a good ſubject as he can to his meanes; I am a ſubject by my place, and two heads is better then one I imagine under correction. Got's ownes, here is no corrections man; imagine what yow pleaſe, doe in got's name, imagine, imagine, why doe you not imagine? here is no pennyrths of corrections. Aw dgwin Tawſon. 'Is ſo invincibles, ſo in mercifullys ignorant, a man knowes not upon what inces of ground to ſtand to him; doe's conceive it no more as I am a true Welſe chriſtian, then (ſirreverence 'o the cympany) the-hilts of his dagger.