Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 26 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

That cannot be, if the proverb hold, a crafty knave needs no broker. True sir, but I need a broker, Ergo no crafty knave. Well put off, well put off. Tut, he ha's more of these shifts. And yet where I have one, the broker has ten sir. Francisco: Martino: ne'er a one to be found now, what a spite's this? How now Piso? is my brother within? No sir, my master went forth e'en now: but signor Giuliano is within. Cob, what Cob: is he gone too? Whither went thy master? Piso canst thou tell? I know not, to Doctor Clements, I think sir. Cob. Doctor Clement, what's he? I have heard much speech of him. Why, dost thou not know him? he is the Gonfalionere of the state here, an excellent rare civilian, and a great scholar, but the only mad merry old fellow in Europe: I showed him you the other day. Oh I remember him now; Good faith, and he hath a very strange presence me thinks, it shows as if he stood out of the rank from other men. I have heard many of his jests in Padua: they say he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse. I or wearing his cloak of one shoulder, or any thing indeed, if it come in the way of his humour. Gasper, Martino, Cob: S'hart, where should they be trow? signor Thorello's man, I pray thee vouchsafe us the lighting of this match. A pox on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe? Francisco, Cob. Body of me: here's the remainder of seven pound, since yesterday was seven night. It's your right Trinidado: did you never take any, signor? No truly sir? but i'll learn to take it now, since you commend it so. signor believe me, (upon my relation) for what I tell you, the world shall not improve. I have been in the Indies (where this herb grows) where neither myself, nor a dozen Gentlemen more (of my knowledge) have received the taste of any other nutriment, in the world, for the space of one and twenty weeks, but Tobacco only. Therefore it cannot be but 'tis most divine. Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind so, it makes an Antidote, that (had you taken the most deadly poisonous simple in all Florence, it should expel it, and clarify you, with as much ease, as I speak. And for your green wound, your Balsamum, and your— are all mere gulleries, and trash to it, especially your Trinidado: your 〈◊〉 is good too: I could say what I know of the virtue of it, for the exposing of rheums, raw humours, crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind; but I profess myself no quacksalver: only thus much: by Hercules I do hold it, and will affirm it (before any Prince in Europe) to be the most sovereign, and precious herb, that ever the earth tendered to the use of man.
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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 826–845 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 52 in this edition
Length503 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.701
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)
That cannot be, if the prouerbe hold, a craftie knaue needs no broker. True sir, but I need a broker, Ergo no crafty knaue. Well pu off, well put off. Tut, he h's more of these shifts. And yet where I haue one, the broker ha's ten sir. Francisco: Martino: ne're a one to bee found now, what a spite's this? How now Piso? is my brother within? No sir, my master went forth e'ene now: but Signio Gilano is within. Cob, what Cob: is he gone too? Whither went thy master? Pis canst thou tell? I know not, to Doctor Clens, I thinke sir. Cob. Doctor Clement, what's he? I haue heard much speech of him. Why, doest thou not know him? he is the Goalioner of the state here, an exellent rare ciuilian, and a great scholler, but the onely mad merry olde fellow in Europe: I shewed him you the other day. Oh I remember him now; Good faith, and he hath a very strange presence me thinkes, it shewes as if he stoode out of the ranke from other men. I haue heard many of his iests in Padua: they say he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse. I or wearing his cloake of one shoulder, or any thing indeede, if it come in the way of his humor. Gasper, Martin, Cob: S'hart, where should they be trow? Signior Thorello's man, I pray thee vouchsafe vs the lighting of this match. A pox on your match, no time but now to vouchsafe? Francisco, Cob. Body of me: here's the remainder of seuen pound, since yesterday was seuen night. It's your right Trinidad: did you neuer take any, signior? No truly sir? but i'le learne to take it now, since you commend it so. Signior beleeue me, (vpon my relation) for what I tel you, the world shall not improue. I haue been in the Indies (where this herbe growes) where neither my selfe, nor a dozen Gentlemen more (of my knowledge) haue receiued the taste of any other nutriment, in the world, for the space of one and twentie weekes, but Tabacco onely. Therefore it cannot be but 'tis most diuine. Further, take it in the nature, in the true kinde so, it makes an Antidote, that (had you taken the most dedly poysonous simple in all Florence, it should expell it, and clarifie you, with as much ease, as I speak. And for your greene wound, your Balsum, and your—are all meere gullries, and trash to it, especially your Trinidado: your is good too: I could say what I know of the vertue of it, for the exposing of rewmes, raw humors, crudities, obstructions, with a thousand of this kind; but I professe my selfe no quacke-saluer: only thus much: by Hrculs I doe holde it, and will affirme it (before any Prince in Europe) to be the most soueraigne, and pretious herbe, that euer the earth tendred to the vse of man.