Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 69 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

By you Sir? I know not that: but 'twas for you and your company, I am sure. My company? 'Slid I was an invited guest, so I was. Faith we have nothing to do with that Sir, they're all gone but you, and we must be answered; that's the short and the long on't. Nay, if you will grow to extremities, my Masters, then would this Pot, Cup, and all were in my belly, if I have a cross about me. What, and have such Apparel? Do not say so, signor, that mightily discredits your clothes. By Iesu the Tailor had all my money this morning, and yet I must be feign to alter my Suit too: good sirs, let me go, 'tis Friday night; and in good truth I have no stomach in the world to eat any thing. That's no matter so you pay sir. Pay? God's light, with what conscience can you ask me to pay that I never drank for? Yes sir, I did see you drink once. By this Cup (which is silver) but you did not, you do me infinite wrong, I looked in the pot once indeed, but I did not drink. Well sir, if you can satisfy my Master, it shall be all one to us. By and by. Lose not yourself now signor. Tut sir, you did bear too hard a conceit of me in that, but I will now make my love to you most transparent, in spite of any dust of suspicion, that may be raised to dim it: and henceforth since I see it is so against your Humour, I will never labour to persuade you. Why I thank you signor, but what's that you tell me may concern my peace so much? Faith sir 'tis thus. Your wives brother signor Fungoso, being at supper tonight at a Tavern with a sort of Gallants: there happened some division amongst'em, and he is left in pawn for the Reckoning: now if ever you look that time shall present you with a happy occasion to do your wife some gracious and acceptable service, take hold of this Opportunity, and presently go and redeem him; for being her brother, and his credit so amply engaged as now it is, when she shall hear (as he cannot himself, but he must out of extremity report it) that you came and offered yourself so kindly, and with that respect of his Reputation, 'slud the benefit cannot but make her dote, and grow mad of your affections. Now by heaven Macilente, I acknowledge myself exceedingly indebted to you, by this kind tender of your love; and I am sorry to remember that I was ever so rude to neglect a friend of your worth, bring me shoes and a cloak there, I was going to bed if you had not come, what Tavern is it? The Mitre sir.
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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 2091–2107 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 69 of 74 in this edition
Length484 words · 609 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.849
Other seedsseed 43: T27 · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By you Sir? I know not that: but 'twas for you and your companie, I am sure. My companie? S'lid I was an inuited guest, so I was. Faith we haue nothing to doe with that Sir, they're all gone but you, and we must be answer'd; that's the short and the long on't. Nay, if you will grow to extremities, my Masters, then would this Pot, Cup, and all were in my belly, if I haue a crosse about me. VVhat, and haue such Apparell? Doe not say so, Signior, that mightily discredits your clothes. By Iesu the Taylour had all my money this morning, and yet I must be faine to alter my Sute too: good sirs, let me goe, 'tis Friday night; and in good truth I haue no stomack in the world to eat any thing. That's no matter so you pay sir. Pay? Gods light, with what conscience can you aske me to pay that I neuer dranke for? Yes sir, I did see you drinke once. By this Cup (which is siluer) but you did not, you doe mee infinite wrong, I look't in the pot once indeed, but I did not drinke. VVell sir, if you can satisfie my Maister, it shall be all one to vs. By and by. Loose not your selfe now Signior. Tut sir, you did beare too hard a conceit of me in that, but I will now make my loue to you most transparent, in spight of any dust of suspition, that may bee raised to dimme it: and henceforth since I see it is so against your Humor, I will neuer labour to persuade you. VVhy I thanke you Signior, but what's that you tell me may concerne my peace so much? Faith sir 'tis thus. Your wiues brother Signior Fungoso, being at supper to night at a Tauerne with a sort of Gallants: there happened some diuision amongst'hem, and he is left in pawne for the Reckoning: now if euer you looke that time shall present you with a happie occasion to doe your wife some gracious and acceptable seruice, take hold of this Opportunitie, and presently go and redeeme him; for being her brother, and his credite so amply engaged as no it is, when shee shall heare (as he cannot himselfe, but hee must out of extremitie report it) that you came and offered your selfe so kindly, and with that respect of his Reputation, Slud the benefit cannot but make hir doat, and grow mad of your affections. Now by heauen Macilente, I acknowledge my selfe exceedingly indebted to you, by this kind tender of your loue; and I am sorry to remember that I was euer so rude to neglect a friend of your worth, bring me shoes and a cloke there, I was going to bed if you had not come, what Tauerne is it? The Miter sir.