Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 55 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 482 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

I wonder he speaks not of his wrought shirt! Here (in the opinion of mutual damage) we paused: but (ere I proceed) I must tell you, signor, that (in this last encounter) not having leisure to put off my silver spurs, one of the rowels catched hold of the ruffle of my boot, and (being Spanish leather, and subject to tear) overthrows me, rends me two pair of silk stockings (that I put on, being somewhat a raw morning, a peach colour and another) and strikes me some half inch deep into the side of the calf; He (seeing the blood come) presently takes horse, and away. I (having bound up my wound with a piece of my wrought shirt)— O! comes it in there? Rid after him, and (lighting at the court-gate, both together) embraced, and marched hand in hand up into the presence: was not this business well carried? Well? yes, and by this we can guess what apparel the gentleman wore. Fore valour, it was a designment begun with much resolution, maintained with as much prowess, and ended with more humanity. How now, what says the Notary? He says, he is ready, sir, he stays but your worship's pleasure. Come, we will go to him, Monsieur. Gentlemen, shall we entreat you to be witnesses? You shall entreat me, sir: come Resolution. I follow you, good Countenance. Come, signor, come, come. O, that there should be fortune To cloth these men, so naked in desert! And that the just storm of a wretched life, Beats 'em not ragged, for their wretched souls, And, since as fruitless, even as black as coals! Why, but signor, how comes it, that FUNGOSO appeared not with his sister's intelligence, to BRISKE? Marry, long of the evil angels that she gave him, who have indeed tempted the good simple youth, to follow the tail of the fashion, and neglect the imposition of his friends. Behold, here he comes, very worshipfully attended and with good variety. Gramercy, good shoemaker, I'll put to strings myself. Now, sir, let me see, what must you have for this hat? Here's the bill, sir. How does't become me? well? Excellent, sir, as ever you had any hat in your life. Nay, you'll say so, all. In faith, sir, the hat's as good as any man i' this town can serve you; and will maintain fashion as long: ne'er trust me for a groat else. Does it apply well to my suit? Exceeding well, sir. How lik'st thou my suit, haberdasher? By my troth, sir, 'tis very rarely well made, I never saw a suit sit better, I can tell, on. Nay, we have no art to please our friends, we. Here, haberdasher, tell this fame. Good faith, sir, it makes you have an excellent body. Nay (believe me) I think I have as good a body in clothes, as another.
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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 1662–1693 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 55 of 74 in this edition
Length482 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.720
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)
I wonder he speakes not of his wrought shirt! Here (in the opinion of mutuall dammage) wee paus'd: but (ere I proceed) I must tell you, signior, that (in this last encounter) not hauing leisure to put off my siluer spurres, one of the rowels catcht hold of the rule of my boot, and (being Spanish leather, and subiect to teare) ouerthrowes me, rends me two paire of silke stockings (that I put on, being somewhat a raw morning, a peach colour and another) and strikes me some halfe inch deepe into the side of the calfe; Hee (seeing the bloud come) presently takes horse, and away. I (hauing bound vp my wound with a peece of my wrought shirt)— O! comes it in there? Rid after him, and (lighting at the court-gate, both together) embrac'd, and marcht hand in hand vp into the presence: was not this businesse well carried? Well? yes, and by this we can gesse what apparell the gentleman wore. Fore valour, it was a designement begun with much resolution, maintain'd with as much prowesse, and ended with more humanitie. How now, what saies the Notarie? He saies, he is ready, sir, he staies but your worships pleasure. Come, we will goe to him, Monsieur. Gentlemen, shall we entreat you to be witnesses? You shall entreat me, sir: come Resolution. I follow you, good Countenance. Come, signior, come, come. O, that there should be fortune To clothe these men, so naked in desert! And that the iust storme of a wretched life, Beats 'hem not ragged, for their wretched soules, And, since as fruitlesse, euen as black as coales! Why, but signior, how comes it, that FVNGOSO appear'd not with his sisters intelligence, to BRISKE? Mary, long of the euill angels that she gaue him, who haue indeed tempted the good simple youth, to follow the taile of the fashion, and neglect the imposition of his friends. Behold, here hee comes, very worshipfully attended and with good varietie. GRamercie, good shoo-maker, I'le put to strings my selfe. Now, sir, let me see, what must you haue for this hat? Here's the bill, sir. How does't become me? well? Excellent, sir, as euer you had any hat in your life. Nay, you'll say so, all. In faith, sir, the hat's as good as any man i' this towne can serue you; and will maintayne fashion as long: ne're trust me for a groat else. Do's it apply well to my sute? Exceeding well, sir. How lik'st thou my sute, haberdasher? By my troth, sir, 'tis very rarely well made, I neuer saw a sute sit better, I can tell, on. Nay, we haue no arte to please our friends, we. Here, haberdasher, tell this fame. Good faith, sir, it makes you haue an excellent body. Nay (beleeue me) I thinke I haue as good a body in clothes, as another.