Jonson, Ben · published 1640 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, May 7] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.81 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Your mind runs much on Pancridge. Well, young Squire, The black Ox never trod yet O your foot: These idle Fantasies will forsake you one day. Come Mistress Turf, will you go take a walk Over the fields to Pancridge, to your husband? Madam, I had been there an hour ago: But that I waited on my man Ball Puppy. What Ball I say? I think the idle avouch Be fall'n asleep i' the barn, he stays so long. Satin, i' the name of velvet Satin, Dame! The Devil! O the Devil is in the barn: Help, help, a legion— Is in the barn! in every straw a Devil. Why dost thou bawl so Puppy? Speak, what ails thee? My name's Ball Puppy, I ha' seen the Devil Among the straw: O for a Cross! a Collop Of Friar Bacon, or a conjuring stick Of Doctor Faustus! Spirits are in the barn. How! Spirits in the barn? Basket, go see. Sir, an you were my Master ten times over, And Squire to boot; I know, and you shall pardon me: Sand me 'mong Devils? I zee you love me not: Hell be at their game: I'll not trouble them. Go see; I warrant thee there's no such matter. An they were Giants, it were another matter. But Devils! Not, if I be torn in pieces, What is your warrant worth? I'll see the Fiend Set fire o' the barn, ere I come there. Now all Zaints bless us, and if he be there, He is an ugly spirit, I warrant. As ever Held flesh-hooke, Dame, or handled fire-fork rather: They have put me in a sweet pickle, Dame: But that my Lady- Valentine smells of musk, I should be ashamed to press into this presence. Basket, I pray thee see what is the miracle! Come, go with me: I'll lead. Why standest thou man? Cock's precious Master, you are not mad indeed? You will not go to hell before your time? Why art thou thus afraid? Not, not afraid: But by your leave, I'll come no near the barn. Puppy! wilt thou go with me? How? go with you▪ Wither, into the Barn? To whom, the Devil? Or to do what there? to be torn 'mongst ' hum? Stay for my Master, the High Constable, Or In-and-In, the Head-borough; let them go, Into the Barn with warrant, seize the Fiend; And set him in the stocks for his ill rule: 'Tis not for me that am but flesh and blood, To meddle with ' un. Vor I cannot, nor I will not. I pray thee Tripoli, look, what is the matter? That shall I Madam. Heaven protect my Master. I tremble every joint till he be back. Now, now, even now they are tearing him in pieces▪ Now are they tossing of his legs, and arms, Like Loggats at a Peartree: I'll to the hole, Peep in, and look whether he lives or dies. I would not be i' my Master's coat for thousands.
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Length
504 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.815 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Your mind runs much on Pancridge. Well, young Squire, The black Oxe never trod yet O your foot: Theſe idle Phant'ſies will forſake you one day. Come Mrs. Turfe, will you goe take a walke Over the fields to Pancridge, to your husband? Madam, I had beene there an houre agoe: But that I waited on my man Ball Puppy. What Ball I ſay? I thinke the idle ouch Be falne aſleepe i' the barne, he ſtayes ſo long. Sattin, i' the name of velvet Sattin, Dame! The Divell! O the Divell is in the barne: Helpe, helpe, a legion—Spirit legion, Is in the barne! in every ſtraw a Divell. Why do'ſt thou bawle ſo Puppy? Speake, what ailes thee? My name's Ball Puppy, I ha' ſeene the Divell Among the ſtraw: O for a Croſſe! a Collop Of Friar Bacon, or a conjuring ſtick Of Doctor Fauſtus! Spirits are in the barne. How! Spirits in the barne? Basket, goe ſee. Sir, an' you were my Maſter ten times over, And Squire to boot; I know, and you ſhall pardon me: Send me 'mong Divels? I zee you love me not: Hell be at their game: Ile not trouble them. Goe ſee; I warrant thee there's no ſuch matter. An' they were Giants, 't were another matter. But Divells! No, if I be torne in peeces, What is your warrant worth? Ile ſee the Feind Set fire o' the barne, ere I come there. Now all Zaints bleſſe us, and if he be there, He is an ugly ſpright, I warrant. As ever Held fleſh-hooke, Dame, or handled fire-forke rather: They have put me in a ſweet pickle, Dame: But that my Lady-Valentine ſmels of muske, I ſhould be aſham'd to preſſe into this preſence. Basket, I pray thee ſee what is the miracle! Come, goe with me: Ile lead. Why ſtand'ſt thou man? Cocks pretious Maſter, you are not mad indeed? You will not goe to hell before your time? Why art thou thus afraid? No, not afraid: But by your leave, Ile come no neare the barne. Puppy! wilt thou goe with me? How? goe with you▪ Whither, into the Barne? To whom, the Divell? Or to doe what there? to be torne 'mongſt 'hum? Stay for my Maſter, the High Conſtable, Or In-and-In, the Head-borough; let them goe, Into the Barne with warrant, ſeize the Feind; And ſet him in the ſtocks for his ill rule: 'Tis not for me that am but fleſh and blood, To medle with 'un. Vor I cannot, nor I wu' not. I pray thee Tripoly, looke, what is the matter? That ſhall I Madam. Heaven protect my Maſter. I tremble every joynt till he be back. Now, now, even now they are tearing him in peeces▪ Now are they toſſing of his legs, and armes, Like Loggets at a Peare-tree: Ile to the hole, Peepe in, and looke whether he lives or dies. I would not be i' my Maſters coat for thouſands.