Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 11 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 481 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.

Faith I have not past two shillings, or so. 'tis somewhat with the least, but come, when we have done, we'll call up signor Prospero; perhaps we shall meet with Coridon his brother there. Piso, come hither: there lies a note within upon my desk; here take my key: it's no matter neither, where's the boy? Within sir, in the warehouse. Let him tell over that Spanish gold, and weigh it, and do you see the delivery of those wares to signor Bentivole: I'll be there myself at the receipt of the money anon. Very good sir. Brother, did you see that same fellow there? ay, what of him? He is e'en the honestest faithful servant, that is this day in Florence; (I speak a proud word now) and one that I durst trust my life into his hands, I have so strong opinion of his love, if need were. God send me never such need: but you said you had somewhat to tell me, what is't? Faith brother, I am loath to utter it, As fearing to abuse your patience, But that I know your judgement more direct, Able to sway the nearest of affection. Come, come, what needs this circumstance? I will not say what honour I ascribe Unto your friendship, nor in what dear state I hold your love; let my continued zeal, The constant and religious regard, That I have ever carried to your name, My carriage with your sister, all contest, How much I stand affected to your house. You are too tedious, come to the matter, come to the matter. Then (without further ceremony) thus. My brother Prospero (I know not how) Of late is much declined from what he was, And greatly altered in his disposition. When he came first to lodge here in my house, ne'er trust me, if I was not proud of him: Me thought he bore himself with such observance, So true election and so fair a form: And (what was chief) it showed not borrowed in him, But all he did became him as his own, And seemed as perfect, proper, and innate, Unto the mind, as colour to the blood, But now, his course is so irregular, So lose affected, and deprived of grace. And he himself withal so far fallen off From his first place, that scarce no note remains, To tell men's judgements where he lately stood; he's grown a stranger to all due respect, Forgetful of his friends, and not content To stolen himself in all societies, He makes my house as common as a Mart, A Theatre, a public receptacle For giddy humour, and diseased riot, And there, (as in a Tavern, or a stews,) He, and his wild associates, spend their hours, In repetition of lascivious jests, Swear, leap, and dance, and revel night by night, Control my servants: and indeed what not?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 274–324 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 52 in this edition
Length481 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T40 — Sin, guilt and violent loss within families at 0.763
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 I haue not past two shillings, or so. Tis somewhat with the least, but come, when we haue done, weele call vp Signior Prospero; perhaps we shal meet with Coridon his brother there. Piso, come hither: there lies a note within vpon my deske; here take my key: it's no matter neither, where's the boy? Within sir, in the warehouse. Let him tell ouer that Spanish gold, and weigh it, and do you see the deliuerie of those wares to Signior Bentiuol: ile be there my selfe at the receipt of the money anon. Verie good sir. Brother, did you see that same fellow there? I, what of him? He is e'ene the honestest faithfull seruant, that is this day in Florence; (I speake a proud word now) and one that I durst trust my life into his hands, I haue so strong opinion of his loue, if need were. God send me neuer such need: but you said you had somewhat to tell me, what is't? Faith brother, I am loath to vtter it, As fearing to abuse your patience, But that I know your iudgement more direct, Able to sway the nearest of affection. Come, come, what needs this circumstance? I will not say what honor I ascribe Vnto your friendship, nor in what deare state I hold your loue; let my continued zeale, The constant and religious regard, That I haue euer caried to your name, My cariage with your sister, all contest, How much I stand affected to your house. You are too tedious, come to the matter, come to the matter. Then (without further ceremony) thus. My brother Prospero (I know not how) Of late is much declin'd from what he was, And greatly alterd in his disposition. When he came first to lodge here in my house, Ne're trust me, if I was not proud of him: Me thought he bare himselfe with such obseruance, So true election and so faire a forme: And (what was chiefe) it shewd not borrowed in him, But all he did became him as his owne, And seemd as perfect, proper, and innate, Vnto the mind, as collor to the blood, But now▪ his course is so irregular, So loose affected, and depriu'd of grace. And he himselfe withall so farre falne off From his first place, that scarse no note remaines, To tell mens iudgements where he lately stood; Hee's growne a stranger to all due respect, Forgetfull of his friends, and not content To stale himselfe in all societies, He makes my house as common as a Mart, A Theater, a publike receptacle For giddie humor, and diseased riot, And there, (as in a Tauerne, or a stewes,) He, and his wilde associates, spend their houres, In repetition of lasciuious ets, Sweare, leape, and dance, and reuell night by night, Controll my seruants: ad indeed what not?