Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 480 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
The poor lady is most miserably out of her humour, i'faith. There was never so witty a jest broken, at the tilt of all the court-wits christened. O, this applause taints it, foully. I think, I did my part in courting. O! Resolution! Ay me, my dog. Where is he? God's precious, go seek for the fellow, good signor. Here, here I left him. Why, none was here when we came in now, but CAVALIER SHIFT, inquire of him. Did you see sir PVNTARVOLO'S dog here, Cavalier, since you came? His dog sir? he may look his dog, sir, I saw none of his dog, sir. Upon my life, he hath stol'n your dog, sir, and been hired to it by some that have ventured with you: you may guess by his peremptory answers. Not unlike; for he hath been a notorious thief by his own confession. Sirrah, where is my dog? Charge me with your dog, sir? I ha' none of your dog, sir. Villain, thou liest. Lie, sir? 'Sblood, y' are but a man, sir. Rogue, and thief, restore him. Take heed, sir PUNTARVOLO, what you do: he'll bear no coals, I can tell you (o' my word.) This is rare. It's marvel he stabs you not: by this light, he hath stabbed forty, for forty times less matter, I can tell you, of my knowledge. I will make thee stoop, thou abject. Make him stoop, sir! gentlemen, pacify him or he'll be killed. Is he so tall a man? Tall a man? if you love his life, stand betwixt 'em: make him stoop! My dog, villain, or I will hang thee: thou hast confessed robberies, and other felonious acts, to this gentleman thy Countenance— I'll bear no witness. And, without my dog, I will hang thee, for them. What? kneel to thine enemies? Pardon me, good sir; god is my witness, I never did robbery in all my life. O, sir PUNTARVOLO, your dog lies giving up the ghost in the woodyard. Heart! is he not dead, yet? O, my dog, born to disastrous fortune! pray you conduct me, sir. How? did you never do any robbery, in your life? O, this is good: so he swore, sir. I, I heard him. And did you swear true, sir? I, (as I hope to be forgiven, sir) I ne'er robbed any man, I never stood by the highway-side, sir, but only said so, because I would get myself a name, and be counted a tall man. Now out, base viliaco: Thou my Resolution? I thy Countenance? By this light, gentlemen, he hath confessed to me the most inexorable company of robberies, and damned himself that he did 'em; you never heard the like: out scoundrel, out, follow me no more, I command thee: out of my sight, go, hence, speak not: I will not hear thee: away camouccio.
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The poore ladie is most miserably out of her humour, yfaith. There was neuer so wittie a iest broken, at the tilt of all the court-wits christen'd. O, this applause taints it, fouly. I thinke, I did my part in courting. O! Resolution! Aye me, my dogge. Where is hee? Gods precious, goe seeke for the fellow, good signior. Here, here I left him. Why, none was here when we came in now, but CAVALIER SHIFT, enquire of him. Did you see sir PVNTARVOLO'S dogge here, Caualier, since you came? His dog sir? he may looke his dog, sir, I saw none of his dog, sir. Vpon my life, he hath stol'ne your dogge, sir, and beene hir'd to it by some that haue ventur'd with you: you may gesse by his peremptorie answeres. Not vnlike; for he hath beene a notorious thiefe by his owne confession. Sirrah, where is my dogge? Charge mee with your dogge, sir? I ha' none of your dog, sir. Villaine, thou lyest. Lie, sir? S'bloud, y' are but a man, sir. Rogue, and thiefe, restore him. Take heed, sir PVNTARVOLO, what you doe: heele beare no coales, I can tell you (o' my word.) This is rare. It's mar'le hee stabs you not: by this light, he hath stab'd forty, for forty times lesse matter, I can tell you, of my knowledge. I wil make thee stoope, thou abiect. Make him stoop, sir! gentlemen, pacifi him or hee'le be kill'd. Is he so tall a man? Tall a man? if you loue his life, stand betwixt 'hem: make him stoope! My dogge, villaine, or I will hang thee: thou hast confest robberies, and other fellonious acts, to this gentleman thy Countenance— I'le beare no witnesse. And, without my dogge, I will hang thee, for them. What? kneele to thine enemies? Pardon me, good sir; god is my witnesse, I neuer did robberie in all my life. O, sir PVNTARVOLO, your dogge lies giuing vp the ghost in the wood-yard. Heart! is he not dead, yet? O, my dog, born to disastrous fortune! pray you conduct me, sir. How? did you neuer doe any robberie, in your life? O, this is good: so he swore, sir. I, I heard him. And did you sweare true, sir? I, (as I hope to be forgiuen, sir) I ne're rob'd any man, I neuer stood by the high-way-side, sir, but only said so, because I would get my selfe a name, and be counted a tall man. Now out, base viliaco: Thou my Resolution? I thy Countenance? By this light, gentlemen, he hath confest to mee the most inexorable companie of robberies, and damn'd himselfe that he did 'hem; you neuer heard the like: out skoundrell, out, follow me no more, I commaund thee: out of my sight, goe, hence, speake not: I wil not heare thee: away camouccio.