Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
ay me, what pitiful sight is this? help, help, help! How now? what's the matter? O here's a man has hanged himself, help to get him again. Hanged himself? 'Slid carry him afore a justice, 'tis chance medley on my word. How now, what's here to do? How comes this? One has executed himself contrary to the order of Law, and by my consent he shall answer't. Would he were in case to answer it. Stand by, he recovers, give him breath. Oh. Mass, 'twas well you went the footway neighbour. ay, and I had not cut the halter. How? cut the halter? ay me, I am undone, I am undone. Marry if you had not been undone, you had been hanged I can tell you. You threadbare horsebread eating rascals, if you would needs have been meddling, could you not have untied it, but you must cut it? and in the midst too? ay me. Out on me, 'tis the Caterpillar Sordido; how cursed are the poor, that the viper was blessed with this good fortune? Nay how accursed are thou, that art cause to the curse of the poor? ay, and to save so wretched a Caitiff. Cursed be thy fingers that loosed him. Some desperate fury possess thee, that thou mayst hang thyself too. Never mayest thou be saved, that saved so damned a monster. What curses breath these men? how have my deeds Made my looks differ from another man's, That they should thus detest, and loathe my life? Out on my wretched Humour, it is that Makes me thus monstrous in true human eyes. Pardon me (gentle friends) I'll make fair mends For my foul errors passed and twentyfold Restore to all men, what with wrong I robbed them: My Barns and Garners shall stand open still To all the poor that come, and my best grain Be made alms-bread to feed half-famished mouths. Though hitherto amongst you I have lived Like an unsavoury Muck hill to myself, Yet now my gathered heaps being spread abroad, Shall turn to better, and more fruitful uses. Bless then this man, curse him no more for saving My life and soul together. O how deeply The bitter curses or the poor do pierce! I am by wonder changed; come in with me And witness my repentance: now I prove, " No life is blessed, that is not graced with Love. O miracle! see when a man has grace. Had't not been pity so good a man should have been cast away? Well, I'll get our clerk put his conversion in the Chronicle. Do, for I warrant him he's a virtuous man. O god how he wept if you marked it: did you see how the tears trilled? Yes believe me; like master vicar's bowls upon the green, for all the world. O neighbour, god's blessing your heart neighbour, 'twas a good grateful deed. How now Mitis? what's that you consider so seriously?
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Aye me, what pitifull sight is this? helpe, helpe, help▪ How now? what's the matter? O here's a man has hang'd himselfe, helpe to get him againe. Hang'd himselfe? Slid carry him afore a Iustice, 'tis chance medley on my word. How now, what's here to do? How comes this? One has executed himselfe contrarie to the order of Law, and by my consent he shall answer't. VVould he were in case to answere it. Stand by, he recouers, giue him breath. Oh. Masse, 'twas well you went the footway neighbour. I, and I had not cut the halter. How? cut the halter? Aye me, I am vndone, I am vndone. Marry if you had not been vndone, you had beene hang'd I can tell you. You thredbare horse-bread eating rascals, if you would needs haue been medling, could you not haue vntied it, but you must cut it? and in the midst too? Aye me. Out on me, 'tis the Caterpiller Sordido; how cursed are the poore, that the viper was blest with this good fortune? Nay how accurst are thou, that art cause to the curse of the poore? I, and to saue so wretched a Caytife. Curst be thy fingers that loos'd him. Some desperate furie possesse thee, that thou maist hang thy selfe too. Neuer maiest thou be sau'd, that sau'd so damn'd a monster. VVhat curses breath these men? how haue my deeds Made my lookes differ from another mans, That they should thus detest, and loth my life? Out on my wretched Humor, it is that Makes me thus monstrous in true humane eies. Pardon me (gentle friends) I'le make faire mends For my foule errors past and twentie-fold Restore to all men, what with wrong I rob'd them: My Barnes and Garners shall stand open still To all the poore that come, and my best graine Be made almes-bread to feed halfe-famisht mouths. Though hetherto amongst you I haue liu'd Like an vnsauorie Muck hill to my selfe, Yet now my gather'd heapes being spread abroad, Shall turne to better, and more fruitfull vses. Blese then this man, curse him no more for sauing My life and soule together. O how deepely The bitter curses or the poore do pierce! I am by wonder chang'd; come in with me And witnesse my repentance: now I proue, "No life is blest, that is not grac't with Loue. O miracle! see when a man ha's grace. Had't not been pitie so good a man should haue ben cast away? VVell, I'le get our Clarke put his conversion in the Chronicle. Doe, for I warrant him hee's a vertuous man. O god how he wept if you mark't it: did you see how the teares trill'd? Yes beleeue mee; like maister Vicars bowles vpon the greene, for all the world. O neighbour, god's blessing your heart neighbour, 'twas a good gratefull deed. How now Mitis? what's that you consider so seriously?