Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 61 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

O, fie on't: no: you shall begin with, How does my sweet lady? or, Why are you so melancholy, Madame? though she be very merry, it's all one: be sure to kiss your hand often enough; pray for her health, and tell her, how, more than most fair she is. Screw your face at one side thus, and protest; let her fleer, and look a skance, and hide her teeth with her fan, when she laughs a fit, to bring her into more matter, that's nothing: you must talk forward (though it be without sense, so it be without blushing) 'tis most courtlike, and well. But shall I not use tobacco at all? O, by no means, 'twill but make your breath suspected, and that you use it only to confound the rankness of that. Nay, I'll be advised, sir, by my friends. God's my life, see, where sir PUNTAR'S dog is. I would the gentleman would return for his follower here, I'll leave him to his fortunes else. S'heart, 'twere the only true jest in the world to poison him now: ha? by this hand, I'll do it, if I could but get him of the fellow. signor SOGLIARDO, walk aside, and think upon some device, to entertain the lady with. So I do, sir. How now, mine honest friend? whose dog-keeper art thou? Dog-keeper, sir? I hope I scorn that i'faith. Why? dost thou not keep a dog? Sir, now I do, and now I do not: I think this be sweet and short. Make me his dog-keeper? This is excellent, above expectation: nay stay, sir, you'd be travailing, but I'll give you a dram shall shorten your voyage: here. So sir, I'll be bold to take my leave of you. Now to the Turks court in the devils name, for you shall never go o'gods name. SOGLIARDO, come. I ha' 't yfaith now, will sting it. Take heed you lose it not, signor, ere you come there: preserve it. How like you this first exploit of his? O, a piece of true envy: but I expect the issue of the other device. Here they come, will make it appear. WHy, I thought, sir PUNTARVOLO, you had been gone your voyage? Dear, and most amiable lady, your divine beauties do bind me to those offices, that I cannot depart when I would. 'Tis most courtlike spoken, sir: but how might we do to have a sight of your dog, and cat? His dog is in the court, lady. And not your cat? how dare you trust her behind you, sir? Troth, madame, she hath sore eyes, and she doth keep her chamber: marry I have left under sufficient guard, there are two of my followers to attend her. I'll give you some water for her eyes: when do you go, sir? Certes, sweet lady, I know not. He doth stay the rather, madame, to present you acute judgement with so courtly, and wel-parted a gentleman, as yet your ladyship hath never seen.
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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 1809–1835 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 61 of 74 in this edition
Length504 words · 707 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.843
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)
O, fie on't: no: you shall begin with, How does my sweet ladie? or, Why are you so melancholy, Madame? though shee bee verie merrie, it's all one: be sure to kisse your hand often inough; pray for her health, and tell her, how, more then most faire she is. Screw your face at one side thus, and protest; let her fleere, and looke a skaunce, and hide her teeth with her fanne, when she laughs a fit, to bring her into more matter, that's nothing: you must talke forward (though it be without sense, so it be without blushing) 'tis most court-like, and well. But shall I not vse tabacco at all? O, by no meanes, 'twill but make your breath suspected, and that you vse it onely to confound the rankenesse of that. Nay, I'le be aduis'd, sir, by my friends. Gods my life, see, where sir PVNTARS dog is. I would the gentleman would returne for his follower here, I'le leaue him to his fortunes else. S'heart, 'twere the onely true iest in the world to poison him now: ha? by this hand, I'le doe it, if I could but get him of the fellow. Signior SOGLIARDO, walke aside, and thinke vpon some deuice, to entertaine the ladie with. So I doe, sir. How now, mine honest friend? whose dog-keeper art thou? Dogge-keeper, sir? I hope I scorne that yfaith. Why? do'st thou not keepe a dogge? Sir, now I doe, and now I doe not: I thinke this be sweet and short. Make me his dogge-keeper? This is excellent, aboue expectation: nay stay, sir, you'ld bee trauailing, but I'le giue you a dramme shall shorten your voyage: here. So sir, I'le be bold to take my leaue of you. Now to the Turkes court in the deuils name, for you shall neuer goe o'gods name. SOGLIARDO, come. I ha' 't ysaith now, will sting it. Take heed you leese it not, signior, ere you come there: preserue it. How like you this first exploit of his? O, a piece of true enuie: but I expect the issue of the other deuice. Here they come, will make it appeare. WHy, I thought, sir PVNTARVOLO, you had bin gone your voyage? Deare, and most amiable ladie, your diuine beauties doe bind me to those offices, that I cannot depart when I would. 'Tis most court-like spoken, sir: but how might we do to haue a sight of your dogge, and cat? His dogge is in the court, ladie. And not your cat? how dare you trust her behind you, sir? Troth, madame, shee hath sore eyes, and shee doth keepe her chamber: mary I haue left vnder sufficient guard, there are two of my followers to attend her. I'le giue you some water for her eyes: when doe you goe, sir? Certes, sweet ladie, I know not. He doth stay the rather, madame, to present you acute iudgement with so courtly, and wel-parted a gentleman, as yet your lady-ship hath neuer seene.