Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.71 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Stay, what new Mute is this that walks so suspiciously? O, marry this is one, for whose better Illustration; we must desire you to presuppose the Stage, the middle Isle in Paul's; and that, the West end of it. So Sir: and what follows? Faith a whole volume of Humour, and worthy the unclasping As how? what name do you give him first? He hath shift of name's Sir: some call him Apple Iohn, some signor Whiff, marry his main standing name is Cavalier Shift: the rest are but as clean shirts to his Nature's And what makes he in Paul's now? Troth as you see, for the advancement of a Siquis or two; wherein he has so varied himself, that if any one of 'em take, he may hull up and down i'the Humorous world a little longer: It seems then, he bears a very changing sail? O, as the wind Sir: here comes More. This is rare, I have set up my bills without discovery. What? signor Whiff? what fortune has brought you into these West parts? Troth signor, nothing but your Rheum; I have been taking an ounce of Tobacco hard by here with a gentleman, and I am come to spit private in Paul's. God save you Sir. A dieu good signor Whiff. Master Apple Iohn? you are well met: when shall we sup together, and laugh and be fat with those good wenches? ha? Faith Sir, I must now leave you, upon a few Humours and occasions: but when you please Sir. Farewell sweet Apple Iohn: I wonder there are no more store of Gallants here? What be these two, signor? Mary a couple sir, that are mere strangers to the whole scope of our Play; only come to walk a turn or two in'is Scene of Paul's by chance. Save you, good Master Clouc. Sweet Master Orange. How? Clove, and Orange? ay, & they are well met, for 'tis as dry an Orange as ever Grew: nothing but Salutation, and O God sir, and It pleases you to say so Sir; one that can laugh at a jest for company with a most plausible, and extemporal grace; and some hour after in private ask you what it was: the other, Monsieur Clove, is a more spiced youth: he will sit you a whole afternoon sometimes, in a booksellers shop, reading the Greek, Italian, and Spanish; when he understands not a word of either: if he had the Tongues to his Suits, he were an excellent Linguist. Do you hear this reported for certainty? O good sir. Sirrah, take my Cloak: and you sir knave, follow me closer: if thou losest my Dog, thou shalt die a dogs death; I will hang thee.
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Stay, what new Mute is this that walkes so suspiciously? O, marry this is one, for whose better Illustration; we must desire you to presuppose the Stage, the middle Isle in Paules; and that, the VVest end of it. So Sir: and what followes? Faith a whole volume of Humor, and worthie the vnclasping As how? what name doe you giue him first? Hee hath shift of names Sir: some call him Apple Iohn, some Signior Whiffe, marry his maine standing name is Cavalier Shift: the rest are but as cleane shirts to his Natures And what makes he in Paules now? Troth as you see, for the aduancement of a Siquis or two; wherein he has so varied himselfe, that if any one of 'hem take, he may hul vp and down i'the Huorous world a litle longer: It seemes then, he beares a very changing saile▪ O, as the wind Sir: here comes More. This is rare, I haue set vp my bils without discouerie. VVhat? Signior Whiffe? what ortune has brought you into these VVest parts? Troth Signior, nothing but your Rheume; I haue ben taking an ounce of Tabacco hard by here with a gentleman, and I am come to spit priuate in Paules. God saue you Sir. A dieu good Signior Whiffe. Maister Apple Iohn? you are well met: when shall wee sup together, and laugh and be fat with those good wenches? ha? Faith Sir, I must now leaue you, vpon a few Humours and occasions: but when you please Sir. Farewell sweet Apple Iohn: I wonder there are no more store of Gallants here▪ VVhat be these two, Signior? Mary a couple sir, that are meere straungers to the whole scope of our Play; only come to walke a turne or two i'this Scene of Paules by chaunce. Saue you, good Master Clouc. Sweet Master Orenge. How? Cloue, and Orenge? I, & they are well met, for 'tis as dry an Orenge as euer Grew: nothing but Salutation, and O God sir, and It pleases you to say so Sir; one that can laugh at a jest for cōpanie with a most plausible, and extemporall grace; and some houre after in priuate aske you what it was: the other, Monsieur Cloue, is a more spic't youth: he wil sit you a whole afternoon sometimes, in a book-sellers shop, reading the Greeke, Italian, and Spanish; when hee vnderstands not a word of either: if hee had the Tongues to his Sutes, he were an excellent Linguist. Doe you heare this reported for certeintie? O good sir. Sirrah, take my Cloake: and you sir knaue, follow me closer: if thou loosest my Dogge, thou shalt die a Dogges death; I will hang thee.