Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 464 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
How's this? Yours, if his own? is he not my son, except he be his own son? Belike this is some new kind of subscription the gallants use. Well, wherefore dost thou stay, knave? Away: go. Here's a letter indeed! revels? and benevolence? is this a weather to send benevolence? or is this a season to revel in? 'Slid the devil and all takes part to vex me, I think! this letter would never have come now else, now, now, when the sun shines, and the air thus clear. Soul, if this hold, we shall shortly have an excellent crop of corn spring out of the high ways: the streets, and houses of the town will be hid with the rankness of the fruits, that grow therein spite of good husbandry. Go to, I'll prevent the sight of it, come as quickly as it can, I will prevent the sight of it. I have this remedy, heaven. Stay; I'll try the pain thus a little, O, nothing, nothing. Well now, shall my son gain a benevolence by my death? or any body be the better for my gold, or so forth? No, alive, I kept it from 'em, and (dead) my ghost shall walk about it, and preserve it, my son and daughter shall starve ere they touch it, I have bid it as deep as hell from the sight of heaven, and to it I go now. Ay me, what pitiful sight is this! help, help, help. How now? what's the matter? O, here's a man has hanged himself, help to get him again. Hanged himself? 'Slid carry him afore a justice, 'tis chance medley, o' my word. How now, what's here to do? How comes this? One has executed himself, contrary to order of law, and by my consent he shall answered. Would he were in case, to answer it. Stand by, he recovers, give him breath. Oh. Mass, 'twas well you went the footway, neighbour. I, and I had not cut the halter. How! cut the halter? Ay me, I am undone, I am undone. Marry, if you had not been undone, you had been hanged, I can tell you. You threadbare horse-bread-eating rascals, if you would needs have been meddling, could you not have untied it, but you must out it? and in the midst too! Ay me. Out on me, 'tis the caterpillar SORDIDO! how cursed are the poor, that the viper was blessed, with this good fortune? Nay, how accursed art thou, that art cause to the curse of the poor? I, and to save so wretched a caitiff? Cursed be thy fingers that loosed him. Some desperate fury possess thee, that thou mayst hang thyself too. Never mayst thou be saved, that saved so damned a monster.
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How's this? Yours, if his owne? is he not my sonne, except he be his owne sonne? Belike this is some new kinde of subscription the gallants vse. Wel, wherefore doest thou stay, knaue? Away: goe. Here's a letter indeede; ieels? and beneuolence? is this a weather to send beneuolence? or is this a season to reuell in? Slid the deuil and all takes part to vexe me, I thinke! this letter would neuer haue come now else, now, now, when the sunne shines, and the aire thus cleere. Soule, if this hold, we shall shortly haue an excellent crop of corne spring out of the high waies: the streets, and houses of the towne will be hid with the ranknesse of the fruits, that grow therein spight of good husbandry. Goe to, I'le preuent the ight of it, come as quickly as it can, I will preuent the sight of it. I haue this remedie, heauen. Stay; I'le trie the paine thus a little, Ô, nothing, nothing. Well now, shall my sonne gaine a beneuolence by my death? or any body be the better for my gold, or so forth? No, aliue, I kept it from 'hem, and (dead) my ghost shall walke about it, and preserue it, my son and daughter shall starue ere they touch it, I haue bid it as deep as hell from the sight of heauen, and to it I goe now. AYe me, what pittifull sight is this! help, help, help. How now? what's the matter? O, here's a man has hang'd himselfe, helpe to get him againe. Hang'd himselfe? Slid carry him afore a iustice, 'tis chance medley, o' my word. How now, what's here to doe? How comes this? One has executed himselfe, contrary to order of law, and by my consent he shall answer't. Would he were in case, to answere it. Stand by, he recouers, giue him breath. Oh. Masse, 'twas well you vvent the foot-way, neighbour. I, and I had not cut the halter. How! cut the halter? Aye me, I am vndone, I am vndone. Mary, if you had not beene vndone, you had beene hang'd, I can tell you. You thred-bare horse-bread-eating rascals, if you vvould needes haue beene meddling, could you not haue vntied it, but you must out it? and in the midst too! Aye me. Out on me, 'tis the catterpiller SORDIDO! how cursed are the poore, that the viper was blest, vvith this good fortune? Nay, how accurst art thou, that art cause to the curse of the poore? I, and to saue so wretched a caytife? Curst be thy fingers that loos'd him. Some desperate furie possesse thee, that thou maist hang thy selfe too. Neuer maist thou be sau'd, that sau'd so damn'd a monster.