Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 469 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
O, you are a gallant in print now, brother. Faith, how like you the fashion? it's the last edition, I assure you. I cannot but like it, to the desert. Troth, sister, I was feign to borrow these spurs, I ha' left my gown in gage for'em, pray you lend me an angel. Now, beshrew my heart, then. Good truth, I'll pay you again at my next exhibition: I had but bare ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. I care not. I had spurs of mine own before, but they were not ginglers. Monsieur FASTIDIUS will be here anon, sister. You jest? Never lend me penny more (while you line then) and that I'd be loath to say, in truth. When did you see him? Yesterday, I came acquainted with him at sir PVNTARVOLO'S: nay, sweet sister. I feign would know of heaven now, why yond fool Should wear a suit of satin? he? that rook? That painted jay, with such a deal of outside? What is his inside trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Good heaven, give me patience, patience, patience. A number of these popen jays there are, Whom, if a man confer, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, lord, what things they are! Come, when will you pay me again, now? O god, sister! Here comes another. Save you, signor DELIRO: how dost thou, sweet lady? Let me kiss thee. How? a new suit? Aim. And how does master FASTIDIUS BRISKE? Faith, live in court, signor DELIRO; in grace, I thank god, both of the noble masculine, and feminine. I must speak with you in private, by and by. When you please, sir. Why look you so pale, brother? 'Slid, all this money is cast away, now. I, there's a newer edition come forth. 'tis but my hard fortune! well, I'll have my suit changed, I'll go fetch my tailor presently, but first I'll devise a letter to my father. Ha' you any pen, and ink, sister? What would you do withal? I would use it. 'Slight, and it had come but four days sooner, the fashion. There was a countess gave me her hand to kiss to day, i' the presence: did me more good by that light, then— and yesternight sent her coach twice to my lodging, to entreat me accompany her, and my sweet mistress, with some two, or three nameless ladies more: O, I have been graced by 'em beyond all aim of affection: this 's her garter my dagger hangs in: and they do so commend, and approve my apparel, with my judicious wearing of it, it 's above wonder. Indeed sir, 'tis a most excellent suit, and you do wear it as extraordinary.
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O, you are a gallant in print now, brother. Faith, how like you the fashion? it's the last edition, I assure you. I cannot but like it, to the desert. Troth, sister, I was faine to borrow these spurres, I ha' let my gowne in gage for'hem, pray you lend me an angell. Now, beshrow my heart, then. Good truth, I'le pay you againe at my next exhibition: I had but bare ten pound of my father, and it would not reach to put me wholly into the fashion. I care not. I had spurres of mine owne before, but they were not ginglers. Monsieur FASTIDIVS will be here anon, sister. You iest? Neuer lend me penny more (while you line then) and that I'ld be loth to say, in truth. When did you see him? Yesterday, I came acquainted with him at sir PVNTARVOLO'S: nay, sweet sister. I faine would know of heauen now, why yond foole Should weare a suit of sattin? he? that rooke? That painted jay, with such a deale of out-side? What is his inside trow? ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. Good heauen, giue me patience, patience, patience. A number of these popen jayes there are, Whom, if a man conferre, and but examine Their inward merit, with such men as want; Lord, lord, what things they are! Come, when will you pay me againe, now? O god, sister! Here comes another. SAue you, signior DELIRO: how do'st thou, sweet lady? Let mee kisse thee. How? a new sute? Ayme. And how do's master FASTIDIVS BRISKE? Faith, liue in court, signior DELIRO; in grace, I thanke god, both of the noble masculine, and feminine. I must speake with you in priuate, by and by. When you please, sir. Why looke you so pale, brother? S'lid, all this money is cast away, now. I, there's a newer edition come forth. Tis but my hard fortune! well, I'le haue my sute chang'd, I'le goe fetch my taylor presently, but first I'le deuise a letter to my father. Ha' you any pen, and inke, sister? What would you doe withall? I would vse it. S'light, and it had come but foure daies sooner, the fashion. There was a countesse gaue me her hand to kisse to day, i' the presence: did me more good by that light, then—and yesternight sent her coach twise to my lodging, to intreat mee accompany her, and my sweet mistris, with some two, or three namelesse ladies more: O, I haue beene grac't by 'hem beyond all aime of affection: this 's her garter my dagger hangs in: and they doe so commend, and approue my apparell, with my iudicious wearing of it, it 's aboue wonder. Indeed sir, 'tis a most excellent sute, and you doe weare it as extraordinary.