Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Be they my bane then: What sirrah, Fido, bring in those Gloves again You took from hence. 'sbody sirrah, but do not: Bring in no Gloves to spite me: if you do— Ay me, most wretched; how am I misconstrued? O, how she tempts my heartstrings with her eye, To knit them to her Beauties, or to break? What moved the heavens, that they could not make Me such a woman? but a man; a Beast, That hath no bliss like to others. Would to God (In wreak of my misfortunes) I were turned To some fair water-Nymph, that set upon The deepest whirlpit of the ravenous Seas, My Adamantine eyes might headlong hale This Iron world to me, and drown it all. Behold, behold, the translated Gallant. O, he is welcome. God save you Brother, and Sister, God save you sir; I have commendations for you out i'the country: (I wonder they take no knowledge of my Suit:) mine Uncle Sogliardo is in town; Sister, methinks you are Melancholy: why are you so sad? I think you took me for Master Fastidius Briske (Sister) did you not? Why should I take you for him? Nay nothing, I was lately in Master Fastidius his company, and methinks we are very like. You have a fair suit Brother, God give you joy on't. Faith good enough to ride in Brother, I made it to ride in. O, now I see the cause of his idle demand was his new suit. Pray you good Brother; try if you can change her mood. I warrant you, let me alone. I'll put her out of her dumps. Sister, how like you my suit? O you are a gallant in print now Brother. Faith, how like you the fashion? it's the last Edition I assure you. I cannot but like it to the desert. Troth sister, I was feign to borrow these Spurs, I ha' left my gown in gage for 'em, pray you lend me an angel. Now beshrew my heart then. Good truth I'll pay you again at my next exhibitior: I had but bore ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. I care not. I had Spurs of mine own before, but they were not Ginglers. Monsieur Fastidius will be here anon Sister. You jest? Never lend me penny more (while you live then) and that I'd be loath to say, in truth. When did you see him? Yesterday, I came acquainted with him at Sir Puntarvolo's: nay sweet Sister. I fain would know of heaven now, why yond fool Should wear a suit of Satin? he? that Rook? That painted jay with such a deal of outside? What is his inside trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Good Heaven give me patience, A number of these popinjays there are, Whom if a man confer, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, Lord, what things they are!
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Be they my bane then: VVhat sirra, Fido, bring in those Gloues againe You tooke from hence. S'body sirra, but do not: Bring in no Gloues to spite me: if you doe— Ay me, most wretched; how am I misconstru'd? O, how she tempts my heart-strings with her eye, To knit them to her Beauties, or to breake? VVhat mou'd the heauens, that they could not make Me such a woman? but a man; a Beast, That hath no blisse like to others. VVould to God (In wreake of my misfortunes) I were turn'd To some faire water-Nymph, that set vpon The deepest whirlepit of the rau'nous Seas, My Adamantine eyes might headlong hale This Iron world to me, and drowne it all. Behold, behold, the translated Gallant. O, he is welcome. God saue you Brother, and Sister, God saue you sir; I haue commendations for you out i'the countrey: (I wonder they take no knowledge of my Sute:) mine Vncle Soghardo is in towne; Sister, me thinkes you are Melancholly: why are you so sad? I thinke you tooke me for Master Fastidius Briske (Sister) did you not? VVhy should I take you for him? Nay nothing, I was lately in Maister Fastidius his companie, and me thinkes we are very like. You haue a faire suit Brother, God giue you joy on't. Faith good ynough to ride in Brother, I made it to ride in. O, now I see the cause of his idle demaund was his new suit. Pray you good Brother; trie if you can chāge her mood. I warrant you, let mee alone. I'le put her out of her dumpes. Sister, how like you my suit? O you are a gallant in print now Brother. Faith, how like you the fashion? it's the last Edition I assure you. I cannot but like it to the desert. Troth sister, I was faine to borrow these Spurres, I ha' left my gowne in gage for 'hem, pray you lend me an angell. Now beshrow my heart then. Good truth I'le pay you againe at my next exhibitior: I had but bare tenne pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. I care not. I had Spurres of mine owne before, but they were no Ginglers. Monsieur Fastidius will be here anone Sister. You jest? Neuer lend me penny more (while you liue then) and that I'ld be loth to say, in truth. VVhen did you see him? Yesterday, I came acquainted with him at Sir Puntarolo's: nay sweet Sister. I faine would know of heauen now, why yond foole Should weare a suit of Sattin? he? that Rooke? That painted Iay with such a deale of outside? VVhat is his inside trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Good Heauen giue me patience, A number of these Popenjayes there are, VVhom if a man conferre, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, Lord, what things they are!