Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 54 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

This was a strange encounter. Nay you shall hear sir, with this we both fell out and breathed: Now (upon the second sign of his assault) I betook me to the former manner of my defence; he (on the other side) abandoned his body to the same danger as before, and follows me still with blows. But I (being loath to take the deadly advantage that lay before me of his left side) made a kind of stramazon, ran him up to the hilts, through the Doublet, through the Shirt, and yet missed the skin. He (making a reverse blow) falls upon my embossed girdle (I had thrown off the hangers a little before) strikes off a skirt of a thick laced Satin Doublet I had (lined with some four taffetas) cuts of two panes embroidered with Pearl, rends through the drawings out of tissue, enters the linings, and skips the flesh. I wonder he speaks not of his wrought Shirt. Here (in the opinion of mutual damage) we paused: but (ere I proceed) I must tell you signor, that (in this last encounter) not having leisure to put off my silver Spurs, one of the rowels catched hold of the ruffle of my Boot, and (being Spanish leather, and subject to tear) overthrows me, rends me two pair of silk stockings (that I put on being somewhat a raw morning, a Peach colour and another) and strikes me some half inch deep into the side of the Calf; He (seeing the blood come) presently takes horse and away. I (having bound up my wound with a piece of my wrought Shirt) O comes it there? Rid after him, and (lighting at the court gate both together) embraced and marched hand in hand up into the Presence. Well, by this we can guess what apparel the Gentleman wore. 'Fore God it was a designment begun with much resolution, maintained with as much prowess, and ended with more humanity. How now, what says he? The Notary says he is ready sir, he stays but your worship's pleasure. Come we will go to him monsieur. Gentlemen shall we entreat you to be witnesses. You shall entreat me sir, come Resolution. I follow you good Countenance. Come signor, come, come. O, that there should be fortune To clothe these men, so naked in desert, And that the just Storm of a wretched life, Beats 'em not ragged for their wretched souls, And since as fruitless, even as black as coals. Why but signor, how comes it that Fungoso appeared not with his sister's intelligence to Brisk. Mary long of the evil Angels that she gave him, who have indeed tempted the good simple youth to follow the tail of the Fashion, and neglect the imposition of his friends. Behold here he comes, very Worshipfully attended, and with good variety. Gramercy good Shoemaker, I'll put too strings myself. Now Sir, let me see, what must you have for this Hat? Here's the bill, sir. How dost become me, well?
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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 1667–1690 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 54 of 74 in this edition
Length505 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.723
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)
This was a straunge encounter. Nay you shall heare sir, with this wee both fell out and breath'd: Now (vpon the second igne of his assault) I betooke mee to the former manner of my defence; hee (on the other side) abandon'd his bodie to the same daunger as before, and followes mee still with blowes. But I (being loth to take the deadly advauntage that lay before mee of his left side) made a kind of stramazoun, ran him vp to the hilts, through the Doublet, through the Shirt, and yet mist the skin. He (making a reuerse blow) fals vpon my emboss'd girdle (I had throwne off the hangers a little before) strikes off a skirt of a thick lac't Sattin Doublet I had (lin'd with some foure Taffataes) cuts of two panes embrodered with Pearle, rents through the drawings out of Tyssw, enters the linings, and skips the flesh. I wonder he speakes not of his wrought Shirt. Here (in the opinion of mutuall dammage) we paus'd: but (ere I proceed) I must tell you Signior, that (in this last encounter) not hauing leisure to put off my siluer Spurres, one of the rowels catcht hold of the ruffle of my Boot, and (being Spanish leather, and subject to teare) ouerthrowes me, rends me two paire of silke stockings (that I put on being somewhat a raw morning, a Peach colour and another) and strikes me some halfe inch depe into the side of the Calfe; He (seeing the bloud come) presently takes horse and away. I (hauing bound vp my wound with a peece of my wrought Shirt) O comes it there? Rid after him, and (lighting at the court gate both together) embrac'd and marcht hand in hand vp into the Presence. VVell, by this we can gesse what apparrell the Gentleman wore. 'Fore God it was a designment begun with much resolution, maintain'd with as much prowesse, and ended with more humanitie. How now, what saies he? The Notari saies hee is readie sir, he staies but your VVorships pleasure. Come wee will goe to him Mounsieur. Gentlemen shall wee entreat you to be witnesses. You shall entreat mee sir, come Resolution. I follow you good Countenance. Come Signior, come, come. O, that there should be fortune To cloth these men, so naked in desert, And that the iust Storme of a wretched life, Beats'hem not ragged for their wretched soules, And since as fruitlesse, euen as blacke as coales. VVhy but Signior, how comes it that Fungoso appear'd not with his sisters intelligence to Briske. Mary long of the euill Angels that shee gaue him, who haue indeed tempted the good simple youth to follow the taile of the Fashion, and neglect the imposition of his friends. Behold here hee comes, very VVorshipfully attended, and with good varietie. Gramercie good Shoe-maker, I'le put too strings my selfe. Now Sir, let mee see, what must you haue for this Hat? Here's the bill, sir. How doest become me, well?