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Every Man in His Humor · chunk 9 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe · 513 words

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Faith some half hour to seven: now trust me you have an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private. I sir, sit down I pray you: signor Matheo (in any case) possess no gentlemen of your acquaintance with notice of my lodging. Who I sir? no. Not that I need to care who know it, but in regard I would not be so popular and general, as some be. True signor, I conceive you. For do you see sir, by the heart of myself (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so) I would not extend thus far. O Lord sir I resolve so. What new book have you there? what? Go by Hieronimo. ay, did you ever see it acted? is't not well penned? Well penned: I would fain see all the Poets of our time pen such another play as that was; they I prate and swagger, and keep a stir of arte and devices, when (by Gods so) they are the most shallow pitiful fellows that live upon the face of the earth again. Indeed, here are a number of fine speeches in this book: Oh eyes, no eyes but fountains fraught with tears; there's a conceit: Fountains fraught with tears. Oh life, no life, but lively form of death: is't not excellent? Oh world, no world, but mass of public wrongs; O Gods me: confused and filled with murder and misdeeds. Is't not simply the best that ever you heard? Ha, how do you like it? 'tis good. To thee the purest object to my sense, The most refined essence heaven covers, Send I these lines, wherein I do commence The happy state of true deserving lovers. If they prove rough, unpolished, harsh and rude, Haste made that waste; thus mildly I conclude. Nay proceed, proceed, where's this? where's this? This sir, a toy of mine own in my nonage: but when will you come and see my study? good faith I can show you some very good things I have done of late: that boot becomes your leg passing well sir, me thinks. So, so, it's a fashion gentlemen use. Mass sir, and now you speak of the fashion, signor Prosperos elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly: this other day I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which I assure you, both for fashion & workmanship was most beautiful and gentlemanlike; yet he condemned it for the most pied and ridiculous that ever he saw. signor Giuliano, was it not? the elder brother? I sir, he. Hang him Rook he? why he has no more judgement than a malt horse. By S. George, I hold him the most peremptory absurd clown (one a them) in Christendom: I protest to you (as I am a gentleman and a soldier) I ne'er talked with the like of him: he has not so much as a good word in his belly, all iron, iron, a good commodity for a smith to make hobnails on.
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PlayEvery Man in His Humor
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1601
First performance / composition (Annals)1598
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [Sep]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 404 · TCP A04647 · DEEP 313
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 231–255 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 52 in this edition
Length513 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and players at 0.779
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)
Faith some halfe houre to seuen: now trust me you haue an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and priuate. I sir, sit downe I pray you: Signior Matheo (in any case) possesse no gentlemen of your acquaintance with notice of my lodging. Who I sir? no. Not that I neede to care who know it, but in regard I would not be so popular and generall, as some be. True Signior, I conceiue you. For do you see sir, by the hart of my selfe (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily ingag'd, as your selfe, or so) I would not extend thus farre. O Lord sir I resolue so. What new booke haue you there? what? Go by Hier imo. I, did you euer see it acted? is't not well pend? Well pend: I would faine see all the Poets of our time pen such another play as that was; they I prate and swagger, and keepe a stirre of ate and deuises, when (by Gods so) they are the most shallow pittifull fellowes that liue vpon the face of the earth againe. Indeede, here are a number of fine speeches in this booke: Oh eyes, no eyes but fountaines fraught with teares; there's a conceit: Fountaines fraught with teares. Oh life, no life, but liuely forme of death: is't not excellent? Oh world, no world, but masse of publique wrongs; O Gods mee: confusde and fild with murther and misdeeds. Is't not simply the best that euer you heard? Ha, how do you like it? Tis good. To thee the purest obiect to my senc, The most refined essence heauen couers, Send I these lines, wherein I do commence The happie state of true deseruing louers. If they proue rough, vnpolish't, harsh and rude, Haste made that waste; thus mildly I conclude. Nay proceed, proceed, where's this? where's this? This sir, a toy of mine owne in my nonage: but when will you come and see my studie? good faith I can shew you some verie good thinges I haue done of late: that boote becomes your legge passing well sir, me thinks. So, so, it's a fashion gentlemen vse. Masse sir, and now you speake of the fashion, Signior Prosperos elder brother and I are fallen out exceedingly: this other day I hapned to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which I assure you, both for fashion & workmanship was most beautifull and gentlemanlike; yet hee condemned it for the most pide and ridiculous that euer he saw. Signior Giuliano, was it not? the elder brother? I sir, he. Hang him Rooke he? why he has no more iudgement then a malt horse. By S. George, I hold him the most peremptorie absurd clowne (one a them) in Christendome: I protest to you (as I am a gentleman and a soldier) I ne're talk't with the like of him: he ha's not so much as a good word in his bellie, all iron, iron, a good commoditie for a smith to make hobnailes on.