The Magnetic Lady, or Humors Reconciled · chunk 22 of 45
Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Oct 12] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
But there's Sir Moth your brother Is fall'n into a fit o' the happyplexe, It were a happy place for him, and us, If he could steal to heaven thus: All the house Are calling Mr. Doctor, Mr. Doctor. The Parson he has gi'n him gone, this half hour; he's pale in the mouth already, for the fear O' the fierce Captain. Help me to my Chamber, Nurse Keep: Would I could see the day no more, But night hung over me, like some dark cloud; That, buried with this loss of my good name, I, and my house might perish, thus forgotten— Her taking it to heart thus, more afflicts me Than all these accidents, for they'll blow over. It was a barbarous Injury, I confess: But if you will be counseled, Sir, by me, The reverend Law lies open to repair Your reputation. That will give you damages; Five thousand pound for a finger, I have known Given in Court: And let me pack your Jury. There's nothing vexes me, but that he has stained My new white satin Doublet; and bespattered My spick and span silk Stockings, o'the day They were drawn on: And here's a spot i' my hose too. Shrewd maims! your Clothes are wounded desperately, And that (I think) troubles a Courtier more, An exact Courtier, than a gash in his flesh. My flesh? I swear had he given me twice so much, I never should ha' reckoned it. But my clothes To be de defaced, and stigmatized so foully! I take it as a contumely done me Above the wisdom of our Laws to right. Why than you'll challenge him? I will advice, Though Mr. Practise here doth urge the Law; And reputation it will make me of credit, Beside great damages (let him pack my Jury.) He speaks like Mr. Practise, one, that is The Child of a Profession he's vowed too, And servant to the study he hath taken, A pure Apprentice at Law! But you must have The Counsel o'the Sword; and square your action Unto their Cannons, and that brotherhood, If you do right. I tell you Mr. Compass, You speak not like a friend unto the Laws, Nor scarce a subject, to persuade him thus, Unto the breach o'the peace: Sir you forget There is a Court above, o'the Star-chamber, To punish Routs and Riots. Not, young Master, Although your name be Practice there in Term time, I do remember it. But you'll not hear What I was bound to say; but like a wild Young haggard Justice, fly at breach o' the Peace, Before you know, whether the amorous Knight Dares break the peace of conscience in a Duel. Troth Mr. Compass, I take you my friend; You shall appoint of me in any matter That's reasonable, so we may meet fair, On even terms.
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But there's Sir Moath your brother Is falne into a fit o' the happyplexe, It were a happy place for him, and us, If he could ſteale to heaven thus: All the houſe Are calling Mr. Doctor, Mr. Doctor. The Parſon he has gi'n him gone, this halfe houre; Hee's pale in the mouth already, for the feare O' the fierce Captaine. Helpe me to my Chamber, Nurſe Keepe: Would I could ſee the day no more, But night hung over me, like ſome darke cloud; That, buried with this loſſe of my good name, I, and my houſe might periſh, thus forgotten— Her taking it to heart thus, more afflicts me Then all theſe accidents, for they'll blow over. It was a barbarous Injury, I confeſſe: But if you will be counſell'd, Sir, by me, The reverend Law lies open to repaire Your reputation. That will gi' you damages; Five thouſand pound for a finger, I have knowne Given in Court: And let me pack your Jury. There's nothing vexes me, but that he has ſtaind My new white ſattin Doublet; and beſpatter'd My ſpick and ſpan ſilke Stockings, o'the day They were drawne on: And here's a ſpot i' my hoſe too. Shrewd maimes! your Clothes are wounded deſperately, And that (I thinke) troubles a Courtier more, An exact Courtier, then a gaſh in his fleſh. My fleſh? I ſweare had he giv'n me twice ſo much, I never ſhould ha' reckon'd it. But my clothes To be de defac'd, and ſtigmatiz'd ſo foulely! I take it as a contumely done me Above the wiſedome of our Lawes to right. Why then you'l challenge him? I will adviſe, Though Mr. Practiſe here doth urge the Law; And reputation it will make me of credit, Beſide great damages (let him pack my Jury.) He ſpeakes like Mr. Practiſe, one, that is The Child of a Profeſſion he's vow'd too, And ſervant to the ſtudie he hath taken, A pure Apprentice at Law! But you muſt have The Counſell o'the Sword; and ſquare your action Vnto their Cannons, and that brother-hood, If you doe right. I tell you Mr. Compaſſe, You ſpeake not like a friend unto the Lawes, Nor ſcarce a ſubject, to perſwade him thus, Vnto the breach o'the peace: Sir you forget There is a Court above, o'the Starre-Chamber, To puniſh Routs and Riots. No, young Maſter, Although your name be Practiſe there in Terme time, I doe remember it. But you'l not heare What I was bound to ſay; but like a wild Young haggard Juſtice, fly at breach o' the Peace, Before you know, whether the amorous Knight Dares break the peace of conſcience in a Duell. Troth Mr. Compaſſe, I take you my friend; You ſhall appoint of me in any matter That's reaſonable, ſo wee may meet faire, On even termes.