Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Where is he? God's precious, go seek for the fellow, good signor. Here, here I left him. Why none was here when we came in now, but Cavalier Shift, inquire of him. Did you see Sir Puntarvolo's Dog here Cavalier, since you came? His Dog sir? he may look his Dog sir; I see none of his Dog sir. Upon my life he hath stol'n your Dog sir, and been hired to it by some that have ventured with you; you may guess by his peremptory answers. Not unlike; for he hath been a notorious thief by his own confession. Sirrah, where's my Dog? Charge me with your Dog sir? I ha' none of your Dog Sir. Villain, thou liest. Lie sir? 'Sblood you're but a man sir. Rogue and Thief, restore him. Take heed sir Puntarvolo what you do; he'll bear no coals I can tell you (of my word.) This is rare. It's mar'le he stabs you not: by this Light, he hath stabbed forty for forty times less matter, I can tell you, of my knowledge. I will make thee stoop, thou Abject. Make him stoop sir! Gentlemen pacify him or he'll be killed. Is he so tall a man? Tall a man? if you love his life stand betwixt 'em: make him stoop! My Dog Villain, or I will hang thee: thou hast confessed robberies, and other Felonious acts to this Gentleman thy Countenance. I'll bear no witness. And without my Dog I will hang thee, for them. What? kneel to thine enemy? Pardon me good sir; God is my judge I never did Robbery in all my life. O sir Puntarvolo, your Dog lies giving up the ghost in the woodyard. 'Sblood is he not dead yet? O, my Dog borne to disastrous fortune! pray you conduct me sir. How? did you never do any robbery in your life? O this is good: so he swore sir. ay, I heard him. And did you swear true sir? I (as God shall have part of my soul Sir) I ne'er robbed any man I; never stood by the high way side sir, but only said so, because I would get myself a name & be counted a tall man. Now out base Viliaco: Thou my Resolution? I thy Countenance? By this light Gentlemen, he hath confessed to me the most inexorable company of Robberies, and damned himself that he did 'em; you never heard the like: out scoundrel out, follow me no more I command thee: out of my sight, go, hence, speak not: I will not hear thee; away Camouccio. O, how I do feed upon this now, and fat myself? here were a couple unexpectedly dishumoured: well, by this time I hope sir Puntarvolo and his Dog are both out of Humour to travail: nay Gentlemen, why do you not seek out the Knight, and comfort him? our Supper at the Mitre must of necessity hold tonight, if you love your Reputations.
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VVhere is hee? Gods pretious, go seeke for the fellow, good Signior. Here, here I left him. VVhy none was here when we came in now, but Caualier Shift, enquire of him. Did you see Sir Puntarvolos Dogge here Cavalier, since you came? His Dog sir? he may looke his Dog sir; I see none of his Dog sir. Vpon my life hee hath stol'ne your Dog sir, and been hir'd to it by some that haue ventur'd with you; you may gesse by his peremptorie answeres. Not vnlike; for he hath been a notorious theefe by his owne confession. Sirrah, where's my Dogge? Charge me with your Dog sir? I ha' none of your Dog Sir. Villaine, thou lyest. Lie sir? S'blood y'are but a man sir. Rogue and Thiefe, restore him. Take heed sir Puntarvolo what you doe; hee'le beare no coales I can tell you (of my word.) This is rare. It's mar'le he stabs you not: by this Light, he hath stab'd fortie for fortie times lesse matter, I can tell you, of my knowledge. I will make thee stoupe, thou Abject. Make him stoupe sir! Gentlemen pacifie him or hee'le be kill'd. Is he so tall a man? Tall a man? if you loue his life stand betwixt 'hem▪ make him stoupe! My Dog Villaine, or I will hang thee: thou hast confest robberies, and other Fellonious acts to this Gentleman thy Countenance. I'le beare no witnesse. And without my Dog I will hang thee, for them. VVhat? kneele to thine enemie? Pardon me good sir; God is my Iudge I neuer did Robberie in all my life. O sir Puntarvolo, your Dog lies giuing vp the ghost in the wood-yard. S'blood is he not dead yet? O, my Dogge borne to disastrous fortune! pray you conduct me sir. How? did you neuer doe any robberie in your life? O this is good: so he swore sir. I, I heard him. And did you sweare true sir? I (as God shall haue part of my soule Sir) I ne're rob'd any man I; neuer stood by the high way side sir, but only said so, because I would get my self a name & be counted a tall mā. Now out base Viliaco: Thou my Resolution? I thy Countenance? By this light Gentlemen, he hath confest to me the most inexorable companie of Robberies, and damn'd himselfe that he did 'hem; you neuer heard the like: out skoundrell out, follow me no more I commaund thee: out of my ight, goe, hence, speake not: I will not heare thee; away Camouccio. O, how I do feed vpon this now, and fat my self? here were a couple vnexpectedly dishumor'd: well, by this time I hope sir Puntarvolo and his Dog are both out of Humor to trauaile: nay Gentlemen, why do you not seeke out the Knight, and comfort him? our Supper at the Mitre must of necessitie hold to night, if you loue your Reputations.