Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Oh admirable, the best that ever I heard. By this fair heavens, they are admirable, The best that ever I heard. I am vexed I can hold never a bone of me still, 'Sblood I think they mean to build a Tabernacle hear, well? Sister you have a simple servant hear, that crowns your beauty with such Enconiums and devices, you may see what it is to be the mistress of a wit, that can make your perfections so transeparent, that every blear eye may look through them, and see him drowned over head and ears, in the deep well of desire. Sister Biancha I marvel you get you not a servant that can rhyme and do tricks too. Oh monster? impudence itself; tricks? Tricks, brother? what tricks? Nay, speak I pray you, what tricks? ay, never spare any body hear: but say, what tricks? Passion of my heart? do tricks? 'Sblood hear's a trick vied, and revied: why you monkeys you? what a caterwauling do you keep? has he not given you rhymes, and verses, and tricks. Oh see the Devil? Nay, you lamp of virginity, that take it in snuff so: come and cherish this tame poetical fury in your servant, you'll be begged else shortly for a concealment: go to, reward his muse, you cannot give him less than a shilling in conscience, for the book he had it out of cost him a teston at the least, how now gallants, Lorenzo, signior Bobadilla? what all sons of silence? no spirit. Come you might practise your Ruffian tricks somewhere else, and not hear I wiss: this is no Tavern, nor no place for such exploits. 'Sheart how now. Nay boy, never look askance at me for the matter; i'll tell you of it by God's bread? ay, and you and your companions mend yourselves when I have done. My companions. I your companions sir, so I say? 'Sblood I am not afraid of you nor them neither, you must have your Poets, & your caveleeres, & your fools follow you up and down the city, and hear they must come to domineer and swagger? sirrah, you Ballad singer, and Slops your fellow there, get you out; get you out: or (by the will of God) I'll cut of your ears, go to. 'Sblood stay, let's see what he dare do: cut of his ears you are an ass, touch any man hear, and by the Lord i'll run my rapier to the hilts in thee. Yea, that would I fain see, boy. Oh Iesu Piso, Matheo murder. Help, help, Piso. Gentlemen, Prospero, forbear I pray you. Well sirrah, you Hollofernus: by my hand I will pink thy flesh full of holes with my rapier for this, I will by this good heaven: nay let him come, let him come, gentlemen by the body of S. George i'll not kill him. Hold, hold forbear: You whoreson bragging coystryll.
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Oh admirable, the best that I heard. By this fayr eauens, they are admirable, The best that euer I heard. I am vext I can hold neuer a bone o me sill, Sblood I think they meane to build a Tabernacle eare, vvell? Sister you haue a simple seruant heare, that crownes your bewtie vvith such Encomions and Deuises, you may see what it is to be the mistresse of a vvt, that can make your perfections so transeparent, that euery bleare eye may looke thorough them, and see him drowned ouer head and eares, in the deepe vvell of desire. Sister Biancha I meruaile you get you not a seruant that can ime and do rickes too. Oh monster? mpudence it selfe; trickes? Trickes, brother? what trickes? Nay, speake I pray you, vvhat tricks? I, neuer spare any body heare: but say, vvhat trickes? Passion of my heart? do trickes? Sblood heares a trick vied, and reuied: why you monkies you? vvhat a cater waling do you keepe? has he not giuen you rymes, and verses, and trickes. Oh see the Diuell? Ny, you lampe of virginitie, that take it in snuffe so: come and cherish this tame poetical ury in your seruant, youle be begd else shortly for a concealement: go to, rewarde his muse, you cannot giue him lesse then a shilling in conscience▪ for the booke he had it out of cost him a teton at the least, how now gallants, Lrenzo, sgnior Bobadill? vvhat all sonnes of scilence? no spirite. Come you might practise your Ruffan trickes somewhere else, and not heare I wisse: this is no Tauerne, nor no place for such exploites. Shart how now. Nay boy, neuer looke askaunce at me for the matter; ile tell you o it by Gods bread? I, and you and your companons mend your selues when I haue done. My companions. I your companions ir, so I say? Sblood I am not affrayed of you nor them nether, you must haue your Poets, & your caueleeres, & your fooles follow you vp and downe the citie, and heare they must come to domineee and swagger? sirha, you Ballad singer, and Slps your fellow there, get you out; get you out: or (by the will of God) Ile cut of your eares, goe to. Sblood stay, lets see what he dare do: cut of his eares you are an asse, touch any man heare, and by the Lord ile run my rapier to the hilts in thee. Yea, that would I fayne see, boy. Oh Piso, Math murder. Helpe, helpe, Piso. Gentlemen, Prospero, forbeare I pray you. Well sirrah, you Hollofernus: by my hand I will pinck thy flesh full of holes with my rapier for this, I will by this good heauen: nay let him come, let him come, gentlemen by the body of S. George ile not kill him. Hold, hold forbeare: You whorson bragging coystryll.