Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 40 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 533 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.

Tut, these star-monger knaves, who would trust 'em? one says, dark and rainy, when 'tis as clear as Crystal; another says, tempestuous blasts, and storms, and 'twas as calm as a Milk bowl; here be sweet rascals for a man to credit his whole fortunes with: You sky-staring Cocks combs you: you fat brains, out upon you; you are good for nothing but to sweat nightcaps and make rug-gowns dear: you learned men, and have not a Legion of Devils, a vostre service: a vostre service? By heaven I think I shall die a better scholar than they, but soft, how now sirrah. Here's a letter come from your Son sir. From my Sonne sir? what would my Sonne sir? some good newes no doubt. Sweet and deare father, (desiring you first to send mee your blessing, which is more worth to me than Gold or Siluer) I desire you likewise to bee aduertised, that this Shrouctide (contrarie to custome) wee vse alwaies to haue Reuels; which is indeed Dauncing, and makes an excellent shew in truth; especially if wee Gentlemen bee well attir'd, which our Seniors note, and thinke the better of our fathers, the better wee are maintain'd, and that they shall know if they come vp, and haue any thing to doe in the Law: therefore good Father, these are (for your owne sake as well as mine) to re-desire you, that you let me not want that which is fit for the setting vp of our name in the honourable volume of Gentilitie, that I may say to our Calumnators with Tullie, EGO SVM ORTVS DOMVS MEAE, TV OCCASVSTVAE. And thus (not doubting of your fatherly Beneuolence) umbly ask you blessing, and pray God to blesse you. Yours, if his owne. How's this; Yours, if his owne? is he not my Sonne, except he be his owne Sonne. Belike this is some new kind of subscription the Gallants vse. Well, wherefore doest thou stay knaue? Away: goe. Here's a letter indeed; Revels? and benevolence? is this a weather to send benevolence? or is this a season to revel in? Slid the Devil and all takes part to vex me I think: this letter would never have come now else, now, now, when the sun shines, and the air thus clear. Soul if this hold, we shall shortly have an excellent crop of Corn spring out of the high ways, the Streets, and Houses of the town will be hid with the rankness of the fruits that grow there in spite of good Husbandry. Go to I'll prevent the sight of it, come as quickly as it can, I will prevent the sight of it. I have this remedy Heaven: stay; I'll try the pain thus a little, O, nothing, nothing. Well now: shall my son gain a benevolence by my death? or anybody be the better for my Gold or so forth: No Alive, I kept it from 'em, and (dead) my ghost shall walk about it and preserve it, my Son and Daughter shall starve ere they touch it, I have hid it as deep as Hell from the sight of Heaven, and to it I go now.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1295–1298 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 74 in this edition
Length533 words · 748 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T52 — Prodigals, portions and poor kin at 0.790
Other seedsseed 43: T52 · seed 44: T52 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Tut, these star-monger knaues, who would trust 'hem? one saies, darke and rainie, when 'tis as cleare as Christall; another saies, tempestuous blasts, and stormes, and 'twas as calme as a Milke bowle; here be sweet rascals for a man to credite his whole fortunes with: You skie-staring Cocks combes you: you fat braines, out upon you; you are good for nothing but to sweat night-caps and make rug-gownes deare: you learned men, and haue not a Legion of Deuils, a vostr seruice: a vostre seruice? By heauen I thinke I shall die a better scholler than they, but soft, how now sirah. Here's a letter come from your Sonne sir. From my Sonne sir? what would my Sonne sir? some good newes no doubt. Sweet and deare father, (desiring you first to send mee your blessing, which is more worth to me than Gold or Siluer) I desire you likewise to bee aduertised, that this Shrouctide (contrarie to custome) wee vse alwaies to haue Reuels; which is indeed Dauncing, and makes an excellent shew in truth; especially if wee Gentlemen bee well attir'd, which our Seniors note, and thinke the better of our fathers, the better wee are maintain'd, and that they shall know if they come vp, and haue any thing to doe in the Law: therefore good Father, these are (for your owne sake as well as mine) to re-desire you, that you let me not want that which is fit for the setting vp of our name in the honourable volume of Gentilitie, that I may say to our Calumnators with Tullie, EGO SVM ORTVS DOMVS MEAE, TV OCCASVSTVAE. And thus (not doubting of your fatherly Beneuolence) umbly ask you blessing, and pray God to blesse you. Yours, if his owne. How's this; Yours, if his owne? is he not my Sonne, except he be his owne Sonne. Belike this is some new kind of subscription the Gallants vse. VVell, wherefore doest thou stay knaue? Away: goe. Here's a letter indeed; Reuls? and benevolence? is this a weather to send beneuolence? or is this a season to reuell in? Slid the Deuill and all takes part to vexe me I thinke: this letter would neuer haue come now else, now, now, when the sunne shines, and the aire thus cleare. Soule if this hold, we shall shortly haue an excellent crop of Corne spring out of the high waies, the Streets, and Houses of the towne will be hid with the rankenesse of the fruits that grow there in spight of good Husbandrie. Goe to I'le preuent the sight of it, come as quickly as it can, I will preuent the sight of it. I haue this remedie Heauen: stay; I'le trie the paine thus a little, O, nothing, nothing. VVell now: shall my sonne gaine a beneuolence by my death▪ or any bodie be the better for my Gold or so forth: No Aliue, I kept it frō 'hem, and (dead) my ghost shall walke about it and preserue it, my Sonne and Daughter shalsterue ere they touch it, I haue hid it as deepe as Hell from the ight of Heauen, and to it I go now.