Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 29 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 489 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

Why, I'll tell you now (in good faith) and by this chair, which (by the grace of god) I intent presently to sit in, I had three suits in one year, made three great ladies in love with me: I had other three, un-did three gentlemen in imitation: and other three, got three other gentlemen widows of three thousand pound a year. Is't possible? O, believe it, sir; your good face is the witch, and your apparel the spells, that bring all the pleasures of the world into their circle. Ah, the sweet grace of a courtier! Well, would my father had left me but a good face for my portion yet; though I had shared the unfortunate wit that goes with it, I had not cared: I might have passed for somewhat i' the world then. Why, assure you, signor, rich apparel has strange virtues: it makes him that hath it without means, esteemed for an excellent wit: he that enjoys it with means, puts the world in remembrance of his means: it helps the deformities of nature, and gives lustre to her beauties; makes continual holiday where it shines; sets the wits of ladies at work, that otherwise would be idle: furnisheth your two-shilling ordinary; takes possession of your stage at your new play; and enricheth your oars, as scorning to go with your skull. Pray you, sir, add this; it gives respect to your fools, makes many thieves, as many strumpets, and no fewer bankrupts. Out, out, unworthy to speak, where he breatheth. What's he, signor? A friend of mine, sir. By heaven, I wonder at you, citizens, what kind of creatures you are! Why, sir? That you can consort yourselves, with such poor seam-rent fellows. He says true. Sir, I will assure you (how ever you esteem of him) he's a man worthy of regard. Why? what has he in him, of such virtue to be regarded? ha? Marry, he is a scholar, sir. Nothing else? And he is well travailed. He should get him clothes; I would cherish those good parts of travail in him, and prefer him to some nobleman of good place. Sir, such a benefit should bind me to you for ever (in my friends right) and, I doubt not, but his desert shall more than answer my praise. Why, and he had good clothes, I'd carry him to court with me to morrow. He shall not want for those, sir, if gold and the whole city will furnish him. You say well, sir: faith, signor DELIRO, I am come to have you play the Alchemist with me, and change the species of my land, into that metal you talk of. With all my heart, sir, what sum will serve you? Faith, some three, or four hundred. Troth, sir, I have promised to meet a gentleman this morning, in Paul's, but upon my return I'll dispatch you. I'll accompany you thither.
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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)1616
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 368 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.02
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 1023–1050 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 74 in this edition
Length489 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.801
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)
Why, I'le tell you now (in good faith) and by this chaire, which (by the grace of god) I intend presently to sit in, I had three sutes in one yeere, made three great ladies in loue with me: I had other three, vn-did three gentlemen in imitation: and other three, gat three other gentlemen widdowes of three thousand pound a yeere. Is't possible? O, beleeue it, sir; your good face is the witch, and your apparell the spells, that bring all the pleasures of the world into their circle. Ah, the sweet grace of a courtier! Well, would my father had left mee but a good face for my portion yet; though I had shar'd the vnfortunate wit that goes with it, I had not car'd: I might haue past for somewhat i' the world then. Why, assure you, signior, rich apparell has strange vertues: it makes him that hath it without meanes, esteemed for an excellent wit: he that enioyes it with means, puts the world in remembrance of his means: it helps the deformities of nature, and giues lustre to her beauties; makes continuall holy-day where it shines; sets the wits of ladies at worke, that otherwise would be idle: furnisheth your two-shilling ordinarie; takes possession of your stage at your new play; and enricheth your oares, as scorning to goe with your scull. Pray you, sir, adde this; it giues respect to your fooles, makes many theeues, as many strumpets, and no fewer bankrupts. Out, out, vnworthy to speake, where he breatheth. What's he, signior? A friend of mine, sir. By heauen, I wonder at you, citizens, what kinde of creatures you are! Why, sir? That you can consort your selues, with such poore seame-rent fellowes. He saies true. Sir, I will assure you (how euer you esteeme of him) he's a man worthy of regard. Why? what has he in him, of such vertue to be regarded? ha? Mary, he is a scholler, sir. Nothing else? And he is well trauail'd. He should get him clothes; I would cherish those good parts of trauaile in him, and preferre him to some nobleman of good place. Sir, such a benefit should bind me to you for euer (in my friends right) and, I doubt not, but his desert shall more then answere my praise. Why, and he had good clothes, I'ld carry him to court with me to morrow. He shall not want for those, sir, if gold and the whole city will furnish him. You say well, sir: faith, signior DELIRO, I am come to haue you play the Alchymist with me, and change the species of my land, into that mettall you talke of. With all my heart, sir, what summe will serue you? Faith, some three, or foure hundred. Troth, sir, I haue promist to meet a gentleman this morning, in Parles, but vpon my returne I'le dispatch you. I'le accompany you thither.