Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 34 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

O God sir. For society's sake he does. O here be a couple of fine tame parrots. Now Sir, Whereas the Ingenuity of the time, and the souls Synderisis are but embryons in Nature, added to the paunch of Esquiline, and the Intervallum of the Zodiac, besides the Ecliptic line being Optic, and not Mental, but by the contemplative and Theoric part there of, doth demonstrate to us the vegetable circumference, and the ventosity of the Tropicks, and whereas our intellectual or mincing capreal, (according to the metaphysics) as you may read in Plato's Histriomastix. You conceive me Sir? O Lord Sir. Then coming to the pretty Animal, as Reason long since is fled to Animals you know, or indeed for the more modelizing or enameling, or rather diamondizing of your subject, you shall perceive the Hipothersis or Galaxia, (where of the Meteors long since had their Initial inceptions and Notions) to be merely pythagorical, Mathematical, and Aristocratical: for look you Sir, there is ever a kind of Concinnity and Species. Let us turn to our former discourse, for they mark us not. Mass, yonder's the knight Puntarvolo. And my cousin Sogliardo methinks. ay, and his familiar that haunts him, the Devil with a shining face. Let 'em alone, observe 'em not. Nay I will have him, I am resolute for that, by this Parchment Gentlemen, I have been so toiled among the heralds yonder, you will not believe, they do speak i'the strangest language, and give a man the hardest terms for his money, that ever you knew. But ha' you arms? ha' your arms? I'faith, I thank God I can write myself Gentleman now, here's my Patent, it cost me thirty pound by this breath. A very fair Coat, well charged and full of armory. Nay, it has as much variety of colours in it, as you have seen a Coat have, how like you the Crest Sir? I understand it not well, what is't? Marry Sir, it is your Boar without a head Rampant. A Boar without a head, that's very rare. ay, and Rampant too: troth I commend the Herald's wit, he has deciphered him well: A Swine without a head, without brain, wit, any thing indeed, Ramping to Gentility. You can blazon the rest signor? can you not? OI, I have it in writing here of purpose, it cost me two shillings the tricking. Let's hear, Let's hear. It is the most vile, foolish, absurd, palpable, and ridiculous Escutcheon that ever this eye survised. Save you good monsieur Fastidius. Silence good knight: on, on. GYRONY of eight pieces, AZURE and GULES, between three plates a chevron engrailed checky, OR, VERT and ERMINES; on a chief ARGENT between two annulets, sables a boar's head PROPER How's that? on a chief ARGENT? On a Chief ARGENT, a boar's head PROPER between two annulets sables.
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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 1149–1173 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 74 in this edition
Length477 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.703
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O God sir. For societies sake hee does. O here be a couple of fine tame Parrats. Now Sir, VVhereas the Ingenuiti of the time, and the soules Synderisis are but Embrions in Nature, added to the panch of Esquiline, and the Inter-vallum of the Zodiack, besides the Eclipticke line being Opticke, and not Mentall, but by the contemplatine and Theoricke part there of, doth demonstrate to vs the vegetable circumference, and the ventositie of the Tropicks, and whereas our intellectuall or mincing capreall, (according to the Metaphisickes) as you may read in Plato's Histriomastix. You conceiue me Sir? O Lord Sir. Then comming to the pretie Animall, as Reason long since is fled to Animals you know, or indeed for the more modellizing or enamlling, or rather diamondizing of your subiect, you shall perceiue the Hipothersis or Galaxia, (where of the Meteors long since had their Initiall inceptions and Notions) to be meerely Pithagoricall, Mathematicall, and Aristocraticall: for looke you Sir, there is euer a kind of Concinnitie and Species. Let us turne to our former discourse, for they marke vs not. Masse, yonder's the knight Puntarvolo. And my cousin Sogliardo me thinkes. I, and his familiar that haunts him, the Deuill with a shining face. Let 'hem alone, obscrue 'hem not. Nay I will haue him, I am resolute for that, by this Parchment Gentlemen, I haue ben so toil'd among the Harrots yonder, you will not beleeue, they doe speake i'the straungest language, and giue a man the hardest termes for his money, that euer you knew. But ha' you armes? ha' your armes? Yfaith, I thanke God I can write my selfe Gentleman now, here's my Pattent, it cost me thirtie pound by this breath. A very faire Coat, ell charg'd and full of Armorie. Nay, it has as much varietie of colours in it, as you haue seene a Coat haue, how like you the Crest Sir? I vnderstand it not well, what is't? Marry Sir, it is your Bore without a head Rampant. A Bore without a head, that's very rare. I, and Rampant too: troth I commend the Heralds wit, he has deciphered him well: A Swine without a head, without braine, wit, any thing indeed, Ramping to Gentilitie. You can blazon the rest signior? can you not? OI, I haue it in writing here of purpose, it cost me two shillings the tricking. Let's heare, Let's heare. It is the most vile, foolish, absurd, palpable, and ridiculous Escutchon that euer this eye survis'd. Saue you good Mounsieur Fastidius. Silence good knight: on, on. GYRONY of eight peeces, AZVRE and GVLES, between three plates a CHEV'RON engrailed checkey, OR, VERT and ERMINES; on a cheefe ARGENT between two ANN'LETS, ables a Bores head PROPE How's that? on a cheefe ARGENT? On a Cheefe ARGENT, a Bores head PROPER betweene two ANN'LETS ables.