Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
O sweet master BRISKE, yes: and therefore be presently discharged, for if he come with his actions upon you (lord deliver you) you are in for one half a score year; he kept a poor man in Ludgate once, twelve year, for sixteen shillings. Where's your keeper? for loves sake call him, let him take a bribe, and dispatch you. Lord, how my heart trembles! here are no spies? are there? No, sweet mistress, why are you in this passion? O lord, Master FASTIDIUS, if you knew how I took up my husband to day, when he said he would arrest you; and how I railed at him that persuaded him to't, the scholar there, (who on my conscience loves you now) and what care I took to send you intelligence by my brother; and how I gave him four sovereigns for his pains; and now, how I came running out hither without man or boy with me, so soon as I heard on't; you'd say, I were in a passion indeed: your keeper, for god's sake. O, Master BRISKE (as 'tis in EUPHVES) Hard is the choice, when one is compelled either by silence to die with grief, or by speaking to live with shame. Fair lady, I conceive you, and may this kiss assure you, that where adversity hath (as it were) contracted, prosperity shall not— gods me! your husband. O, me! I? is't thus! Why, how now, signor DELIRO? has the wolf seen you? ha? hath GORGON'S head made marble of you? Some Planet strike me dead. Why, look you; sir, I told you, you might have suspected this long afore, had you pleased; and ha' saved this labour of admiration now, and passion, and such extremities as this frail lump of flesh is subject unto. Nay, why do you not dote now, signor? Me thinks you should say it were some enchantment, deceptio visus, or so, ha? if you could persuade yourself it were a dream now, 'twere excellent: saith, try what you can do, signor; it may be your imagination will be brought to it in time, there's nothing impossible. Sweet husband: Out lascivious strumpet. What? did you see, how ill that stolen vein became him afore, of sweet wife, and dear heart? and are you fallen just into the same now? with sweet husband. Away, follow him, go, keep state, what? Remember you are a woman, turn impudent: give him not the head, though you give him the horns. Away. And yet me thinks you should take your leave of Enfans-perdus here, your forlorn hope. How now, Monsieur BRISKE? what? friday night? and in affliction too? and yet your Pulpamenta? your delicate morsels? I perceive, the affection of ladies and gentlewomen, pursues you wheresoever you go, Monsieur. Now, in good faith (and as I am gentle) there could not have come a thing, i' this world, to have distracted me more, than the wrinkled fortunes of this poor spinster.
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O sweet master BRISKE, yes: and therefore be presently discharg'd, for if he come with his actions vpon you (lord deliuer you) you are in for one halfe a score yeere; he kept a poore man in Ludgate once, twelue yeere, for sixteene shillings. Where's your keeper? for loues sake call him, let him take a bribe, and dispatch you. Lord, how my heart trembles! here are no spies? are there? No, sweet mistris, why are you in this passion? O lord, Master FASTIDIVS, if you knew how I tooke vp my husband to day, when hee said hee would arrest you; and how I rail'd at him that perswaded him to't, the scholer there, (who on my conscience loues you now) and what care I tooke to send you intelligence by my brother; and how I gaue him foure soueraignes for his paines; and now, how I came running out hither without man or boy with me, so soone as I heard on't; you'ld say, I were in a passion indeed: your keeper, for gods sake. O, Master BRISKE (as 'tis in EVPHVES) Hard is the choise, when one is compelled either by silence to die with griefe, or by speaking to liue with shame. Faire lady, I conceiue you, and may this kisse assure you, that where aduersitie hath (as it were) contracted, prosperitie shall not— gods me! your husband. O, me! I? is't thus! Why, how now, signior DELIRO? has the wolfe seene you? ha? hath GORGONS head made marble of you? Some Planet strike me dead. Why, looke you; sir, I told you, you might haue suspected this long afore, had you pleas'd; and ha' sau'd this labour of admiration now, and passion, and such extremities as this fraile lumpe of flesh is subiect vnto. Nay, why doe you not dote now, signior? Mee thinkes you should say it were some enchantment, deceptio visus, or so, ha? if you could perswade your selfe it were a dreame now, 'twere excellent: saith, trie what you can do, signior; it may be your imagination will be brought to it in time, there's nothing impossible. Sweet husband: Out lasciuious strumpet. What? did you see, how ill that stale veine became him afore, of sweet wife, and deare heart? and are you falne iust into the same now? with sweet husband. Away, follow him, goe, keepe state, what? Remember you are a woman, turne impudent: gi' him not the head, though you gi' him the hornes. Away. And yet mee thinkes you should take your leaue of Enfans-perdus here, your forlorne hope. How now, Monsieur BRISKE? what? friday night? and in affliction too? and yet your Pulpamenta? your delicate morcels? I perceiue, the affection of ladies and gentlewomen, pursues you wheresoeuer you goe, Monsieur. Now, in good faith (and as I am gentle) there could not haue come a thing, i' this world, to haue distracted me more, then the wrinckled fortunes of this poore spinster.