Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
'sblood, it's a hog's Cheek and Puddings in a pewter field this How like you them signor? Let the word be, Not without mustard, your Crest is very rare sir. A frying pan to the Crest had had no fellow. Entreat your poor friend to walk off a little signor, I will salute the knight. Come, lap't up, lap't up. You are right well encountered sir, how does your fair Dog? In reasonable state sir, what Citizen is that you were consorted with? a merchant of any worth? 'Tis signor Deliro sir. Is it he? Save you sir. Good sir Puntarvolo. O what Copy of fool would this place minister to one endued with Patience to observe it? Nay look you sir, now you are a Gentleman, you must carry a more exalted presence, change your mood and habit to a more austere form, be exceeding proud, stand upon your Gentility, and scorn every man. Speak nothing humbly, never discourse under a Nobleman, though you ne'er saw him but riding to the star-chamber, it's all one. Love no man, Trust no man, Speak ill of no man to his face, nor well of any man behind his back. Salute fairly on the front, and wish 'em hanged upon the turn. Spread yourself upon his bosom publicly, whose heart you would eat in private. These be principles, think on 'em, I'll come to you again presently. Sirrah, keep close, yet not so close, thy breath will thaw my ruff. O good cousin, I am a little busy, how does my niece, I am to walk with a knight here. O he is here, look you sir, that's the Gentleman: What he i'the blush-coloured Satin? ay, he sir, though his Suit blush, he blushes not: look you, that's the Suit sir: I would have mine, such a Suit without difference, such Stuff, such a Wing, such a Sleeve, such a Skirt, Belly & all; therefore, pray you observe it. Have you a pair of Tables? Why do you see sir? they say I am Fantastical: why true, I know it, & I pursue my Humour still in contempt of this censorious age: 'Slight & a man should do nothing but what a sort of stale judgements about this town will approve in him, he were a sweet Ass, I'd beg him i'faith: I ne'er knew any more find fault with a fashion, than they that knew not how to put themselves into't. For mine own part, so I please mine own appetite, I am careless what the fusty World speaks of me, puh: Do you mark how it hangs at the knee there? I warrant you sir. For God's sake do, note all: do you see the Collar sir? Fear nothing, it shall not differ in a stitch sir. Pray God it do not, you'll make these linings serve? & help me to a Chapman for the outside, will you?
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S'lud, it's a Hogs Cheeke and Puddings in a Peuter field this How like you them signior? Let the word be, Not without mustard, your Crest is very rare sir. A frying pan to the Crest had had no fellow. Intreat your poore friend to walke off a little Signior, I will salute the knight. Come, lap't vp, lap't vp. You are right wel encoūtred sir, how do's your fair Dog? In reasonable state sir, what Cittizen is that you were consorted with? a merchant of any worth? 'Tis Signior Deliro sir. Is it he? Saue you sir. Good sir Puntarvolo. O what Copie of foole would this place minister to one endew'd with Patience to obserue it? Nay looke you sir, now you are a Gentleman, you must carry a more exalted presence, change your mood and habite to a more austere forme, be exceeding proud, stand vpon your Gentilitie, and scorne euery man▪ Speak nothing humbly, neuer discourse vnder a Nobleman, though you ne're saw him but riding to the Starre-chamber, it's all one. Loue no man, Trust no man, Speake ill of no man to his face, nor well of any man behind his backe. Salute fairly on the front, and wish 'hem hangd vpon the turne. Spread your selfe vpon his bosome publickely, whose heart you would eat in priuat. These be principles, think on 'hem, I'le come to you againe presently. Sirah, keep close, yet not so close, thy breath wil thaw my ruffe. O good cousin, I am a little busie, how do's my neece, I am to walk with a knight here. is here, look you sir, that's the Gentleman: VVhat he i'the blush-colour'd Sattin? I, he sir, though his Sute blush, he blushes not: look you, that's the Sute sir: I would haue mine, such a Sute without differēce, such Stuffe, such a VVing, such a Sleeue, such a Skirt, Belly & all; therfore, pray you obserue it. Haue you a pair of Tables? VVhy do you see sir? they say I am Phantastical: why true, I know it, & I pursue my Humor stil in cōtempt of this censorous age: S'light & a man should do nothing but what a sort of stale iudgemēts about this town wil approue in him, he were a sweet Asse, Il'd beg him yfaith: I ne're knew any more find fault with a fashion, then they that knew not how to put themselues into't. For mine owne part, so I please mine own appetite, I am carelesse what the fusti VVorld speakes of me, puh: Doe you marke how it hangs at the knee there? I warrant you sir. For Gods sake do, note all: do you see the Coller sir▪ Feare nothing, it shall not differ in a stitch sir. Pray God it do not, you'le make these linings serue? & helpe me to a Chapman for the outside, will you?