Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 487 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.
Meaning my head, lady? Not altogether so, sir; but (as it were fatal to their follies that think to grace themselves with taking tobacco, when they want better entertainment) you see your pipe bears the true form of a woodcocks head. O admirable simile! 'Tis best leaving of you in admiration, sir. Are these the admired lady-wits, that having so good a plainsong, can run no better division upon it? S'heart, all her jests are of the stamp, (March was fifteen years ago.) Is this the Comet, Monsieur FASTADIUS, that your gallants wonder at so? heart of a gentleman, to neglect me afore presence thus! Sweet sir, I beseech you be silent in my disgrace. By the Muses, I was never in so vile a humour in my life, and her wit was at the cloud too. Report it not for a million, good sir; let me be so far endeared to your love. What follows next, signor CORDATUS? this gallants humour is almost spent, me thinks, it ebbs apace, with this contrary breath of his mistress. O, but it will blow again for all this, till there come a general drought of humour among all our actors, and then, I fear not but his will fall as low as any. See, who presents himself here! What, i'the old case? I'faith, which makes it, the more pitiful, you understand where the Scene is? WHy, are you so melancholy, brother? I am not melancholy, I thank you, sister. Why are you not merry then? there are but two of us in all the world, and if we should not be comforts one to another, god help vs. Faith, I cannot tell, sister, but if a man had any true melancholy in him, it would make him melancholy, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbour's throats, to make his son a gentleman: and yet when he has cut 'em, he will see his sons throat cut too, ere he make him a true gentleman indeed, before death cut his own throat. I must be the first head of our house, and yet he will not give me the head till I be made so. Is any man termed a gentleman that is not always i'the fashion? I would know but that. If you be melancholy for that, brother, I think I have as much cause to be melancholy, as one: for I'll be sworn, I live as little in the fashion, as any woman in London. By the faith of a Gentlewoman, (beast that I am to say it) I ha'not one friend i'the world besides my husband. When saw you master FASTIDIUS BRISKE, brother? But a while since, sister, I think: I know not well in truth. By this hand, I could fight with all my heart, me thinks. Nay, good brother, be not resolute. I sent him a letter, and he writes me no answer neither.
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Meaning my head, ladie? Not altogether so, sir; but (as it were fatall to their follies that thinke to grace themselues with taking tabacco, when they want better entertainment) you see your pipe beares the true forme of a woodcockes head. O admirable simile! 'Tis best leauing of you in admiration, sir. Are these the admired lady-wits, that hauing so good a plaine-song, can runne no better diuision vpon it? S'heart, all her iests are of the stampe, (March was fifteene yeres ago.) Is this the Comet, Monsieur FASTADIVS, that your gallants wonder at so? Hart of a gentleman, to neglect mee afore presence thus! Sweet sir, I beseech you be silent in my disgrace. By the Muses, I was neuer in so vile a humour in my life, and her wit was at the loud too. Report it not for a million, good sir; let me be so farre endear'd to your loue. What followes next, signior CORDATVS? this gallants humour is almost spent, me thinkes, it ebbes apace, with this contrarie breath of his mistresse. O, but it will low againe for all this, till there come a generall drought of humour among all our actors, and then, I feare not but his wil fall as low as any. See, who presents himselfe here! What, i'the old case? Yfaith, which makes it, the more pittifull, you vnderstand where the Scene is? WHy, are you so melancholy, brother? I am not melancholy, I thanke you, sister. Why are you not merrie then? there are but two of vs in all the world, and if wee should not bee comforts one to another, god helpe vs. Faith, I cannot tell, sister, but if a man had any true melancholy in him, it would make him melancholy, to see his yeomanly father cut his neighbours throats, to make his sonne a gentleman: and yet when he has cut 'hem, he will see his sonnes throat cut too, ere he make him a true gentleman indeed, before death cut his owne throat. I must bee the first head of our house, and yet he will not giue me the head till I bee made so. Is any man term'd a gentleman that is not alwayes i'the fashion? I would know but that. If you bee melancholy for that, brother, I thinke I haue as much cause to bee melancholy, as one: for I'le be sworne, I liue as little in the fashion, as any woman in London. By the faith of a Gentlewoman, (beast that I am to say it) I ha'not one friend i'the world besides my husband. When saw you master FASTIDIVS BRISKE, brother? But a while since, sister, I thinke: I know not well in truth. By this hand, I could fight with all my heart, me thinkes. Nay, good brother, be not resolute. I sent him a letter, and he writes me no answere neyther.