Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.
Tut, fear not: I warrant thee, he will do it of himself with much impudency. Servant, what is that same I pray you? Mary an Elegy, an Elegy, an oddetoy. I to mock an Ape with all, Oh Iesu. Sister, I pray you let's hear it. Mistress I'll read it if you please. I pray you do servant. Oh hear's no foppery. 'Sblood it freates me to the gall to think on it. Oh I, it is his condition, peace: we are fairly rid of him. Faith I did it in an humor: I know not how it is, but please you come near signor: this gentleman hath judgement, he knows how to censure of a.— I pray you sir, you can judge. Not I sir: as I have a soul to be saved, as I 〈...〉. Nay it's well; so long as he doth not forswear himself. signor you abuse the excellency of your mistress, and her fair sister. Fie while you live avoid this prolixity. I shall sir: well, Incipere dulce. How, Incipere dulce? a sweet thing to be a Fool indeed. What, do you take Incipere in that sense? You do not you? 'Sblood this was your villainy to gull him with a motto. Oh the Bencher's phrase: Pauca verba, Rare creature let me speak without offence, Would God my rude words had the influence: To rule thy thoughts, as thy fair looks do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine. S'hart, this is in Hero and Leander? Oh I: peace, we shall have more of this. Be not unkind and fair misshapen stuff, Is of behaviour boisterous and rough: How like you that signor, 'sblood he shakes his head like a bottle, to feel and there be any brain in it. But observe the Catastrophe now, And I in duty will exceed all other. As you in beauty do excel loves mother. Well 〈◊〉 have him free of the brokers, for he utters nothing but stolen remnants. Nay good Critic forbear. A pox on him, hang him filching rogue, steal from the dead? its worse than sacrilege. Sister what have you hear? verses? I pray you let's see. Do you let them go so lightly sister. Yes faith when they come lightly. ay but if your servant should hear you, he would take it heavily. No matter he is able to bear. So are Asses. so is he. signor Matheo, who made these verses? they are excellent good. Oh God sir, it's your pleasure to say so sir. Faith I made them extempore this morning. How extempore? I would I might be damned else: ask signor Bobadilla. He saw me write them, at the: (pox on it) the Mitre yonder. Well, and the Pope knew he cursed the Mitre it were enough to have him excommunicated all the Taverns in the town. Cosen how do you like this genlemns vers.
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Tut, feare not: I warrant thee, he will do it of himselfe with much impudencie. Seruant, what is tht same I pray you? Mary an Elgi, an Elegi, an oddetoy. I to mocke an Ape with all, Oh Isu. Sister, I pray you lets heare it. Mistresse Ile rede it if you please. I pray you doe seruant. Oh heares no foppery. Sblood it freates me to the galle to thinke on it. Oh I, it is his condition▪ peace: we are farely ridd of him. Fayth I did it in an hmor: I know not how it is, bt please you come neare signior: this gentleman hath idgement, he knowes how to censre of a▪—I pray you ir▪ you can iudge. Not I sir: as I haue a soule to b saued, as I . Nay its well; so long as he doth ot forsw himselfe. Signior you abuse the excellncie of your mistress, and her fayre sister. Fye while you liue uoyd this prolixity. I shall sir: well, Incipr dulce. How, Inciper dulce? a sweete thing to be a Foole indeede. What, do you take Incipe in that sence? You do not you? Sblood this was your villanie to gull him with a mott. Oh the Benchers phrase: Paua ver, . Rare creature let me speake without offence, Would God y rude woods ad the influence: To rule thy thoughts, as fyr lookes do mine, Then shouldst thou be his prisoner, who is thine. S'hart, this is in Hero and Leander? Oh I: peace, we shall haue more of this. Be not vnkinde and fayre mishen stffe▪ Is of behur boysterous and rough: How like you that signior, he shakes his head like a botle, to feele and there be any brayne in it. But obserue the Catastroph now, And I in dutie will exceede all other. As you in bewtie do excell los ther. Wll haue him free of the broks, for he vtters nothing but stolne remnant. Nay good Critique forbeare. A pox on him, hang him ilching rogue, seale from the deade? its vvorse then sacriledge. Sister vvht haue you heare? I pray you lets see. Do you let them go so lightly sister. es ayth when they come lightly. I but if your seruant should heare you, he vvould take it heauely. No matter he is able to beare. So are Asses. so is hee. Signior Matheo, vvho made these verses? they are excellent good. Oh God sir, its your pleasure to say so sir. Fayth I mad them this morning. How exempoe? I vvould I might be damnd els: aske signior Boadill. He sawe me vvrite them, the: (pox on it) the Miter yonder. Well, and the Pope knew hee curst the Miter it vvere enough to haue him excommunicated ll the Taerns in the towne. Cosen how do you like this genlemns vers.