Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 29 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Out, out, unworthy to speak where he breatheth. What's he, signor? A friend of mine, sir. By heaven, I wonder at you Citizens, what kind of Creatures you are? Why sir? That you can consort yourselves with such poor seam-rent fellows. He says true. Sir I will assure you (however you esteem of him) he's a man worthy of regard. Why? what has he in him of such virtue to be regarded? ha? Marry he is a Scholar Sir. Nothing else? And he is well travailed. He should get him clothes: I would cherish those good parts of travel in him, and prefer him to some Nobleman of good place. Sir, such a benefit should bind me to you for ever (in my friends right) and I doubt not but his desert shall more than answer my praise. Why, and he had good clothes, I'd carry him to the Court with me tomorrow. He shall not want for those Sir, if Gold and the whole City will furnish him. You say well Sir: faith signor Deliro, I am come to have you play the Alchemist with me, and change the Species of my land, into that metal you talk of. With all my heart Sir, what sum will serve you? Faith some three or fourscore pound. Troth Sir I have promised to meet a Gentleman this morning in Paul's, but upon my return I'll dispatch you. I'll accompany you thither. As you please Sir; but I go not thither directly. 'Tis no matter, I have no other designment in hand, and therefore as good go along. I were as good have a quartan fever follow me now, for I shall ne'er be rid of him: (bring me a Cloak there one) Still upon his grace at the Court am I sure to be visited; I was a beast to give him any hope. Well, would I were in that I am out with him once, and— Come signor Macilente, I must confer with you as we go. Nay dear wife, I beseech thee forsake these moods: look not like winter thus. Here take my keres, open my counting houses, spread all my wealth before thee, choose any object that delights thee: If thou wilt eat the spirit of Gold, and drink dissolved Pearl in wine, 'tis for thee. So Sir. Nay my sweet wife. Good Lord! how you are perfumed in your terms and all: pray you leave us. Come Gentlemen. Adieu, sweet Lady. ay, ay, Let thy words ever sound in mine ears, and thy Graces disperse contentment through all my senses: O, how happy is that Lady above other Ladies, that enjoys so absolute a Gentleman to her Servant! A Countess give him her hand to kiss! ah foolish Countess; he is a man worthy (if a woman may speak of a man's worth) to kiss the lips of an Empress. What's Master Fastidius gone, Sister? I brother: he has a Face like a Cherubin.
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PlayEvery Man Out of His Humor
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1599
First performance (BritDrama)1599 [late]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 365 · TCP A04648 · DEEP 284
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1040–1071 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 74 in this edition
Length497 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.820
Other seedsseed 43: T9 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Out, out, vnworthy to speake where he breatheth. VVhat's he, Signior? A friend of mine, sir. By heauen, I wonder at you Cittizens, what kind of Creatures you are? VVhy sir? That you can consort your selues with such poore seame-rent fellowes. He sayes true. Sir I will assure you (how euer you esteeme of him) hee's a man worthie of regard. VVhy? what ha's he in him of such vertue to bee reguarded? ha? Marry he is a Scholler Sir. Nothing else? And he is well trauail'd. He should get him cloths: I would cherish those good parts of trauell in him, and preferre him to some Nobleman of good place. Sir, such a benefit should bind me to you for euer (in my friends right) and I doubt not but his desert shall more than answere my praise. VVhy, and he had good cloths, I'ld carrie him to the Court with me to morrow. Hee shall not want for those Sir, if Gold and the whole Cittie will furnish him. You say well Sir: faith Signior Deliro, I am come to haue you play the Alchymi with me, and chaunge the Species of my land, into that mettall you talke of. VVith all my heart Sir, what summe will serue you? Faith some three or fourescore pound. Troth Sir I haue promist to meet a Gentleman this morning in Paules, but vpon my returne I'le dispatch you. I'le accompanie you thither. As you please Sir; but I goe not thither directly. 'Tis no matter, I haue no other designem in hand, and therefore as good goe along. I were as good haue a Quartane feauer follow me now, for I shall ne're bee rid of him: (bring me a Cloke there one) Still vpon his grace at the Court am I sure to be visited; I was a beast to giue him any hope. VVel, would I were in that I am out with him once, and—Come Signior lente, I must cō ferre with you as wee goe. Nay dere wife, I beseech the forsake these moods: looke not like winter thus. Here take my keres, open my counting houses, spread all my wealth before thee, choose any object that delights thee: If thou wilt eate the spirit of Gold, and drinke dissolu'd Pearle in wine, 'tis for thee. So Sir. Nay my sweet wife. Good Lord! how you are perfumed in your tearmes and all: pray you leaue vs. Come Gentlemen. Adiew, sweet Ladie. I, I, Let thy words euer sound in mine eares, and thy Graces disperse contentment through all my sences: O, how happie is that Ladie aboue other Ladies, that enjoyes so absolute a Gentleman to her Seruant! A Countesse giue him her hand to kisse! afoolish Countesse; he e's a man worthie (if a woman may speake of a mans worth) to kisse the lips of an Empresse. VVhat's Master Fastidius gone, Sister? I brother: he has a Face like a Cherubin.