Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 56 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 · 475 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.

You lack points, to bring your apparel together, sir. I'll have points anon: how now? is't right? Faith, sir, 'tis too little, but upon farther hopes— Good morrow to you, sir. Farewell, good haberdasher. Well, now master SNIP, let me see your bill. Me thinks he discharges his followers too thick. O, therein he fancily imitates some great man. I warrant you, though he turns off them, he keeps this tailor, in place of a page, to follow him still. This bill is very reasonable, in faith (hark you, master SNIP) Troth, sir, I am not altogether so well furnished at this present, as I could wish I were, but— If you'll do me the favour to take part in hand, you shall have all I have, by this hand— Sir— And, but give me credit for the rest, till the beginning of the next term. O lord, sir— Fore god, and by this light, I'll pay you to the utmost, and acknowledge myself very deeply engaged to you, by the courtesy. Why, how much have you there, sir? Marry I have here four angels, and fifteen shillings of white money: it's all I have, as I hope to be blessed. You will not fail me, at the next term, with the rest. No, and I do, pray heaven, I be hanged. Let me never breath again, upon this mortal stage, as the philosopher calls it. By this air, and (as I am a gentleman) I'll hold. He were an iron-hearted fellow, in my judgement, that would not credit him upon this volley of oaths. Well, sir, I'll not stick with any gentleman for a trifle: you know what 'tis, remains? I, sir, and I give you thanks in good faith. O fate! how happy am I made in this good fortune! Well, now I'll go seek out Monsieur BRISKE. Odds so, I have forgot ribbon for my shoes, and points. 'Slid, what luck 's this! how shall I do? Master SNIP, pray let me reduct some two or three shillings for points, and ribbon: as I am an honest man, I have utterly disfurnished myself, in the default of memory, pray'le me be beholding to you, it shall come home i'the bill, believe me. Faith, sir, I can hardly depart with ready money, but I'll take up, and send you some by my boy, presently. What coloured ribbon would you have? What you shall think meet i'your judgement, sir, to my suit. Well, I'll send you some presently. And points too, sir? And points too, sir. Good lord! how shall I study to deserve this kindness of you, sir? Pray, let your youth make haste, for I should have done a business an hour since, that I doubt I shall come too late. Now, in good faith, I am exceeding proud of my suit.
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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 1694–1717 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 56 of 74 in this edition
Length475 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.811
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)
You lack points, to bring your apparell together, sir. I'le haue points anon: how now? is't right? Faith, sir, 'tis too little, but vpon farther hopes—Good morrow to you, sir. Farewell, good haberdasher. Well, now master SNIP, let mee see your bill. Me thinkes he discharges his followers too thicke. O, therein he fancily imitates some great man. I warrant you, though he turnes off them, he keepes this taylor, in place of a page, to follow him still. This bill is very reasonable, in faith (harke you, master SNIP) Troth, sir, I am not altogether so well furnisht at this present, as I could wish I were, but— If you'le doe mee the fauour to take part in hand, you shall haue all I haue, by this hand— Sir— And, but giue mee credit for the rest, till the beginning of the next terme. O lord, sir— Fore god, and by this light, I'le pay you to the vtmost, and acknowledge my selfe verie deeply engag'd to you, by the courtesie. Why, how much haue you there, sir? Mary I haue here foure angels, and fifteene shillings of white monie: it's all I haue, as I hope to be blest. You will not faile me, at the next tearme, with the rest. No, and I doe, pray heauen, I be hang'd. Let me neuer breathe againe, vpon this mortall stage, as the philosopher cals it. By this aire, and (as I am a gentleman) I'le hold. He were an yron-hearted fellow, in my iudgement, that would not credit him vpon this volley of othes. Well, sir, I'le not sticke with any gentleman for a trifle: you know what 'tis, remaines? I, sir, and I giue you thankes in good faith. O fate! how happie am I made in this good fortune! Well, now I'le goe seeke out Monsieur BRISKE. 'Ods so, I haue forgot ribband for my shooes, and points. Slid, what lucke 's this! how shall I doe? Master SNIPPE, pray let me reduct some two or three shillings for points, and ribband: as I am an honest man, I haue vtterly disfurnisht my selfe, in the default of memorie, pray'le me be beholding to you, it shall come home i'the bill, beleeue me. Faith, sir, I can hardly depart with ready mony, but I'le take vp, and send you some by my boy, presently. What colour'd ribband would you haue? What you shall thinke meet i'your iudgement, sir, to my sute. Well, I'le send you some presently. And points too, sir? And points too, sir. Good lord! how shall I studie to deserue this kindnesse of you, sir? Pray, let your youth make haste, for I should haue done a businesse an houre since, that I doubt I shall come too late. Now, in good faith, I am exceeding proud of my sute.