Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
As fast as is possible, sir. O, CARLO! welcome: saw you Monsieur BRISKE? Not I: did he appoint you, to meet here? I, and I muse he should be so tardy: he is to take an hundred pounds of me in venture, if he maintain his promise. Is his hour past? Not yet, but it comes on apace. Tut, be not jealous of him: he will sooner break all the commandments, than his hour, upon my life, in such a case trust him. Me thinks, CARLO, you look very smooth! ha? Why, I come but now from a hothouse, I must needs look smooth. From a hothouse! I, do you make a wonder on't? why it's your only physic. Let a man sweat once a week in a hothouse, and be well rubbed, frotted, with a good plump juicy wench, and sweet linen: he shall ne'er ha' the pox. What, the French pox? The French pox! our pox. 'Sblood we have 'em in as good form as they, man: what? Let me perish, but thou art a salt one! was your new-created gallant there with you? SOGLIARDO? O, purpose! hang him, no: he's a lieger at Horns ordinary yonder: his villainous GANYMEDE, and he ha' been droning a tobacco pipe there, ever sing yesterday no one. Who? signor TRIPARTITE, that would give my dog the Whiff? I, he. They have hired a chamber, and all private to practise in, for the making of the Patoun, the Receipt reciprocal, and a number of other mysteries, not yet extant. I brought some dozen, or twenty gallants this morning to view 'em (as you'd do a piece of Perspective) in at a keyhole: and there we might see SOGLIARDO sit in a chair, holding his snout up like a sow under an appletree, while th' other opened his nostrils with a poking-stick, to give the smoke a more free delivery. They had spit some three, or fourscore ounces between 'em, afore we came away. How! spit three, or fourscore ounces? I, and preserved it in porringers; as a barber does his blood▪ when he opens a vein. Out, Pagan: how dost thou open the vein of thy friend? Friend? Is there any such foolish thing i'the world? ha? 'Slid I ne'er relished it yet. Thy humour is the more dangerous. No, not a whit, signor: Tut, a man must keep time in all. I can oil my tongue when I meet him next, and look with a good slick forehead; 'twill take away all soil of suspicion, and that's enough: what LYNCEUS can see my heart? Pish, the title of a friend, it's a vain idle thing, only venerable among fools: you shall not have one that has any opinion of wit affect it. Save you, good sir PUNTARVOLO. signor DELIRO! welcome. Pray you, sir, did you see Master FASTIDIUS BRISKE? I heard he was to meet your worship here. Your heard no figment, sir, I do expect him at every pulse of my watch.
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As fast as is possible, sir. O, CARLO! welcome: saw you Monsieur BRISKE? Not I: did he appoint you, to meet here? I, and I muse he should be so tardie: hee is to take an hundred pounds of mee in venter, if he maintaine his promise. Is his houre past? Not yet, but it comes on apace. Tut, be not iealous of him: he will sooner breake all the commandements, then his houre, vpon my life, in such a case trust him. Me thinkes, CARLO, you looke verie smooth! ha? Why, I come but now from a hot-house, I must needes looke smooth. From a hot-house! I, doo you make a wonder on't? why it's your only physicke. Let a man sweate once a weeke in a hothouse, and be well rub'd, froted, with a good plumpe juicie wench, and sweet linnen: hee shall ne're ha' the poxe. What, the French poxe? The French poxe! our poxe. S'bloud we haue 'hem in as good forme as they, man: what? Let mee perish, but thou art a salt one! was your new-created gallant there with you? SOGLIARDO? O, porpuse! hang him, no: hee's a lieger at Hornes ordinarie yonder: his villanous GANIMEDE, and he ha' beene droning a tabacco pipe there, euer sin' yesterday no one. Who? signior TRIPARTITE, that would giue my dogge the Whiffe? I, hee. They haue hir'd a chamber, and all priuate to practise in, for the making of the Pato , the Receit reciprocall, and a number of other mysteries, not yet extant. I brought some dozen, or twentie gallants this morning to view 'hem (as you'ld doe a piece of Perspectiue) in at a key-hole: and there wee might see SOGLIARDO sit in a chaire, holding his snowt vp like a sow vnder an apple-tree, while th' other open'd his nostrils with a poking-sticke, to giue the smoke a more free deliuerie. They had spit some three, or fourescore ounces betweene 'hem, afore we came away. How! spit three, or fourescore ounces? I, and preseru'd it in porrengers; as a barber does his bloud▪ when he opens a veine. Out, Pagan: how dost thou open the veine of thy friend? Friend? Is there any such foolish thing i'the world? ha? S'lid I ne're rellisht it yet. Thy humour is the more dangerous. No, not a whit, Signior: Tut, a man must keepe time in all. I can oyle my tongue when I meet him next, and looke with a good slicke fore-head; 'twill take away all soyle of suspicion, and that's ynough: what LYNCEVS can see my heart? Pish, the title of a friend, it's a vaine idle thing, only venerable among fooles: you shall not haue one that has any opinion of wit affect it. SAue you, good sir PVNTARVOLO. Signior DELIRO! welcome. Pray you, sir, did you see Master FASTIDIVS BRISKE? I heard he was to meet your worship here. Your heard no sigment, sir, I doe expect him at euery pulse of my watch.