Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 51 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 536 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.

Who? this i'the starched Beard? it's the dull stiff Knight Puntarvolo man; he's to travail now presently: he has a good knotty wit, marry he carries little on't out of the land with him. How then? He puts it forth in venture, as he does his money; upon the return of a Dog and Cat. Is this he? ay, this is he; a good tough Gentleman: he looks like a Chine of Brawn at Shrovetide, out of date, and ready to take his leave: or a dry Poule of Ling upon Easter-eve, that has furnished the Table all Lent, as he has done the City this last Vacation. Come, you'll never leave your stabbing Similes: I shall ha' you aiming at me with 'em by and by, but— O, renounce me then: pure, honest, good Devil, I love thee above the love of women; I could e'en melt in Admiration of thee now: God's so, look here man; Sir Dagonet and his Squire. Save you my dear Gallanto's. nay, come approach, good Cavalier: prithee (sweet Knight) know this Gentleman, he's one that it pleases me to use as my good friend and companion; and therefore do him good offices: I beseech you Gentles, know him. Sir (for signor Sogliardo's sake) let it suffice, I know you. Why by Iesu, I thank you Knight, and it shall suffice. Hark you Sir Puntarvolo, you'd little think it; he's as resolute a piece of flesh as any's i'the world. Indeed sir? Upon my Gentility sir: Carlo, a word with you; Do you see that same fellow there? What? Cavalier Shift? O, you know him; cry you mercy: before God, I think him the tallest man living within the walls of Europe. The walls of Europe! take heed what you say signor, Europe's a huge thing within the walls. Tut, (and 'twere as huge again) I'd justify what I speak. 'Slid he swaggered e'en now in a place where we were: I never saw a man do it more resolute. Nay indeed swaggering is a good Argument of Resolution. Do you hear this, signor? ay, to my grief. O that such muddy Flags For every drunken flourish, should achieve The name of Manhood; whilst true perfect Valour (Hating to show itself) goes by despised. 'sblood, I doc know now (in affair just cause) I dare do more than he; a thousand times: Why should not they take knowledge of this? ha? And give my worth allowance before his? Because I cannot swagger. Now the Pox Light on your Pickt-Hatch prowess. Why I tell you Sir, he has been the only Bid-stand that ever was, kept Newmarket, Salisburie Plain, Hockley i'the hole, Gadshill; all the high places of any Request: he has had his Mares and his Geldings he, ha' been worth forty, threescore, a hundred pound a Horse, would ha' sprung you over hedge and ditch like your Greyhound: he has done five hundred Robberies in his time, more or less, I assure you. What? and scaped? scaped! i'faith I: he has broken the jail when he has been in irons, and irons; and been out, and in again; & out, and in; forty times and not so few, he.
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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 1592–1621 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 51 of 74 in this edition
Length536 words · 773 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T13 — Knights, squires and ladies at 0.741
Other seedsseed 43: T20 · seed 44: T17 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVho? this i'the starcht Beard? it's the dull stiffe Knight Puntarvolo man; hee's to trauaile now presently: hee has a good knottie wit, marry he carries little on't out of the land with him. How then? He puts it forth in venter, as he does his money; vpon the returne of a Dog and Cat. Is this hee? I, this is hee; a good tough Gentleman: he looks like a Chine of Brawne at Shrouetide, out of date, and readie to take his leaue: or a drie Poule of Ling vpon Easter-eue, that has furnisht the Table all Lent, as hee has done the Cittie this last Vacation. Come, you'le neuer leaue your stabbing Simil's: I shall ha' you aiming at me with 'hem by and by, but— O, renounce me then: pure, honest, good Deuill, I loue thee aboue the loue of women; I could e'en melt in Admiration of thee now: Gods so, looke here man; Sir Dagonet and his Squire. Saue you my deare Gallanto's. nay, come approach, good Caualier: pr'y thee (sweet Knight) know this Gentleman, hee's one that it pleases me to vse as my good friend and companion; and therefore doe him good offices: I beseech you Gentles, know him. Sir (for Signior Sogliardos sake) let it suffice, I know you. VVhy by Iesu, I thanke you Knight, and it shall suffice. Hearke you Sir Puntarvolo, you'ld little thinke it; hee's as resolute a piece of flesh as any's i'the world. Indeed sir? Vpon my Gentilitie sir: Carlo, a word with you; Doe you see that same fellow there? VVhat? Caualier Shift? O, you know him; crie you mercie: before God, I think him the tallest man liuing within the walls of Europe. The walls of Europe! take heed what you say Signior, Europe's a huge thing within the walls. Tut, (and 'twere as huge againe) I'ld justifie what I speake. S'lid he swagger'd e'en now in a place where we were: I neuer saw a man doe it more resolute. Nay indeed swaggering is a good Argument of Resolution. Doe you heare this, Signior? I, to my griefe. O that such muddie Flags For euery drunken florish, should atchieue The name of Manhood; whil'st true perfect Valour (Hating to shew it selfe) goes by despis'd. Sbloud, I doc know now (in afaire just cause) I dare doe more than hee; a thousand times: VVhy should not they take knowledge of this? ha? And giue my worth allowance before his? Because I cannot swagger. Now the Poxe Light on your Pickt-Hatch prowesse. VVhy I tell you Sir, he has been the only Bid-stand that euer was, kept New-Market, Salisburie Plaine, Hockley i'the hole, Gads-Hill; all the high placs of any Request: hee has had his Mares and his Geldings hee, ha' been worth fortie, threescore, a hundred pound a Horse, would ha' sprung you ouer hedge and ditch like your Greyhound: hee has done fiue hundred Robberies in his time, more or lesse, I assure you. VVhat? and scapt? Scapt! yfaith I: he has broken the jayle when hee has been in yrons, and yrons; and been out, and in againe; & out, and in; fortie times and not so few, hee.