Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man Out of His Humor · chunk 72 of 74

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 483 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

COme, brother, be not discouraged for this, man, what? No truly, I am not discouraged, but I protest to you, brother, I have done imitating any more gallants either in purse or apparel, but as shall become a gentleman, for good carriage, or so. You say well. This is all, i' the bill here? is't not? I, sir. There's your money, tell it: and brother, I am glad I met with so good occasion to show my love to you. I will study to deserve it in good truth, and I live. What, is't right? I, sir, and I thank you. Let me have a capon's leg saved, now the reckoning is paid. You shall, sir. Where's signor DELIRO? Here, MACILENTE. Hark you, sir, ha' you dispatched this same? I marry have I. Well then, I can tell you news, BRISKE is i'the Counter. I'the Counter? 'Tis true, sir, committed for the stir here to night. Now would I have you send your brother home afore, with the report of this your kindness done him, to his sister, which will so pleasingly possess her, and out of his mouth too, that i' the mean time you may clap your action on BRISKE, and your wife (being in so happy a mood) cannot entertain it ill, by any means. 'Tis very true, she cannot indeed, I think. Think? why 'tis past thought, you shall never meet the like opportunity, I assure you. I will do it. Brother, pray you go home afore, this gentleman, and I have some private business; and tell my sweet wife, I'll come presently. I will, brother. And, signor, acquaint your sister, how liberally and out of his bounty, your brother has used you. (Do you see?) made you a man of good reckoning; redeemed that you never were possessed of, credit; gave you as gentlemanlike terms as might be; found no fault with your coming behind the fashion; nor nothing. Nay, I am out of those humours now. Well, if you be out, keep your distance, and be not made a shot-clog any more. Come, signor, let's make haste. O Master FASTIDIUS, what pity is't to see so sweet a man as you are, in so sour a place? As upon her lips, does she mean? O, this is to be imagined the Counter, belike? Troth, fair lady, 'tis first the pleasure of the Fates, and next of the Constable, to have it so: but, I am patient, and indeed comforted the more in your kind visitation. Nay, you shall be comforted in me, more than this, if you please, sir. I sent you word by my brother, sir, that my husband laid to rest you this morning, I know not whether you received it, or no. No, believe it, sweet creature, your brother gave me no such intelligence. O, the lord! But has your husband any such purpose?
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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 2120–2151 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 72 of 74 in this edition
Length483 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.822
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)
COme, brother, be not discourag'd for this, man, what? No truly, I am not discourag'd, but I protest to you, brother, I haue done imitating any more gallants either in purse or apparell, but as shall become a gentleman, for good carriage, or so. You say well. This is all, i' the bill here? is't not? I, sir. There's your monie, tell it: and brother, I am glad I met with so good occasion to shew my loue to you. I will studie to deserue it in good truth, and I liue. What, is't right? I, sir, and I thanke you. Let me haue a capons legge sau'd, now the reckoning is paid. You shall, sir. Where's signior DELIRO? Here, MACILENTE. Harke you, sir, ha' you dispatcht this same? I marie haue I. Well then, I can tell you newes, BRISKE is i'the Counter. I'the Counter? 'Tis true, sir, committed for the stirre here to night. Now would I haue you send your brother home afore, with the report of this your kindnesse done him, to his sister, which will so pleasingly possesse her, and out of his mouth too, that i' the meane time you may clap your action on BRISKE, and your wife (being in so happie a moode) cannot entertaine it ill, by any meanes. 'Tis verie true, she cannot indeed, I thinke. Thinke? why 'tis past thought, you shall neuer meet the like opportunitie, I assure you. I will doe it. Brother, pray you goe home afore, this gentleman, and I haue some priuate businesse; and tell my sweet wife, I'le come presently. I will, brother. And, signior, acquaint your sister, how liberally and out of his bountie, your brother has vs'd you. (Doe you see?) made you a man of good reckoning; redeem'd that you neuer were possest of, credit; gaue you as gentleman-like termes as might be; found no fault with your comming behind the fashion; nor nothing. Nay, I am out of those humours now. Well, if you be out, keepe your distance, and be not made a shot-clog any more. Come, signior, let's make haste. O Master FASTIDIVS, what pitty is't to see so sweet a man as you are, in so sowre a place? As vpon her lips, do's shee meane? O, this is to be imagin'd the Counter, belike? Troth, faire lady, 'tis first the pleasure of the Fates, and next of the Constable, to haue it so: but, I am patient, and indeed comforted the more in your kind visitation. Nay, you shall bee comforted in mee, more then this, if you please, sir. I sent you word by my brother, sir, that my husband laid to rest you this morning, I know not whether you receiu'd it, or no. No, beleeue it, sweet creature, your brother gaue me no such intelligence. O, the lord! But has your husband any such purpose?