Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 16 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 465 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

I had rather it were a Spaniard: but tell me, what shall I give you for it? and it had a silver hilt— Come, come, you shall not buy it; hold there's a shilling friend, take thy Rapier. Why but I will buy it now, because you say so: what shall I go without a rapier? You may buy one in the city. Tut, i'll buy this, so I will; tell me your lowest price. You shall not I say. By God's lid, but I will, though I give more then 'tis worth. Come away, you are a fool. Friend, i'll have it for that word: follow me. At your service signor. My labouring spirit being late oppressed With my sons folly, can embrace no rest, Till it hath plotted by advise and skill, How to reduce him from affected will To reasons manage; which while I intent, My troubled soul begins to apprehend A farther secret, and to meditate Upon the difference of man's estate: Where is deciphered to true judgements eye A deep, concealed, and precious mystery. Yet can I not but worthily admire At nature's art: who (when she did inspire This heat of life) placed Reason (as a king) Here in the head, to have the marshalling Of our affections: and with sovereignty To sway the state of our weak empery, But as in divers commonwealths we see, The form of government to disagree: Even so in man who searcheth soon shall find As much or more variety of mind. Some men's affections like a sullen wife, Is with her husband reason still at strife. Others (like proud Arch-traitors that rebel Against their sovereign) practise to expel Their liege Lord Reason, and not shame to tread Upon his holy and anointed head. But as that land or nation best doth thrive, Which to smooth-fronted peace is most proclive, So doth that mind, whose fair affections ranged By reasons rules, stand constant and unchanged, Else, if the power of reason be not such, Why do we attribute to him so much? Or why are we obsequious to his law, If he want spirit our affects to awe? Oh no, I argue weakly, he is strong, Albeit my son have done him too much wrong. My master: nay faith have at you: I am fleshed now I have sped so well: Gentleman, I beseech you respect the estate of a poor soldier; I am ashamed of this base course of life (God's my comfort) but extremity provokes me to't, what remedy? I have not for you now. By the faith I bear unto God, gentleman, it is no ordinary custom, but only to preserve manhood. I protest to you, a man I have been, a man I may be, by your sweet bounty.
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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 484–532 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 52 in this edition
Length465 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.790
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)
I had rather it were a Spaniard: but tell me, what shal I giue you for it? and it had a siluer hilt— Come, come, you shall not buy it; holde there's a shilling friend, take thy Rapier. Why but I will buy it now, because you say so: what shall I go without a rapier? You may buy one in the citie. Tut, ile buy this, so I will; tell me your lowest price. You shall not I say. By Gods lid, but I will, though I giue more then 'tis worth. Come away, you are a foole. Friend, ile haue it for that word: follow me. At your seruice Signior. My labouring spirit being late opprest With my sonnes follie, can embrace no rest, Till it hath plotted by aduise and skill, How to reduce him from affected will To reasons manage; which while I intend, My troubled soule beginnes to apprehend A farther secret, and to meditate Vpon the difference of mans estate: Where is deciphered to true iudgements eye A deep, conceald, and precious misterie. Yet can I not but worthily admire At natures art: who (when she did inspire This heat of life) plac'd Reason (as a king) Here in the head, to haue the marshalling Of our affections: and with soueraigntie To sway the state of our weake empeie, But as in diuers commonwealthes we see, The forme of gouernment to disagree: Euen so in man who searcheth soone shal find As much or more varietie of mind. Some mens affections like a fullen wife, Is with her husband reason still at strife. Others (like proud Arch-traitors that rebell Against their soueraigne) practise to expell Their liege Lord Reason, and not shame to tread Vpon his holy and annointed head. But as that land or nation best doth thriue, Which to smooth-fronted peace is most procliue, So doth that mind, whose faire affections rang'd By reasons rules, stand constant and vnchang'd, Els, if the power of reason be not such, Why do we attribute to him so much? Or why are we obsequious to his law, If he want spirit our affects to awe? Oh no, I argue weakly, he is strong, Albeit my sonne haue done him too much wrong. My master: nay faith haue at you: I am flesht now I haue sped so well: Gentleman, I beseech you respect the estate of a poor soldier; I am asham'd of this base course of life (God's my comfort) but extremitie prouokes me to't, what remedie? I haue not for you now. By the faith I beare vnto God, gentleman, it is no odinarie custome, but onely to preserue manhood. I protest to you, a man I haue bin, a man I may be, by your sweet bountie.