Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 35 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Mary (God's my comfort) where I thought I should have had little comfort of your worship's service: How so? Oh God sir? your coming to the city, & your entertainment of men, and your sending me to watch; indeed, all the circumstances are as open to your son as to yourself. How should that be? unless that villain Musco Have told him of the letter, and discovered All that I strictly charged him to conceal? 'tis so. I faith you have hit it: 'tis so indeed. But how should he know thee to be my man. Nay, sir, I cannot tell; unless it were by the black art? is not your son a scholar sir? Yes; but I hope his soul is not allied To such a devilish practice: if it were, I had just cause to weep my part in him, And curse the time of his creation. But where didst thou find them Portensio? Nay sir, rather you should ask where the found me? for i'll be sworn I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when (of a sudden) one calls, signor Lorenzo's man: another, he cries soldier: and thus half a dozen of them, till they had got me within doors, where I no sooner came, but out flies their rapiers and all bent against my breast, they swore some two or three hundredth oaths, and all to tell me I was but a dead man, if I did not confess where you were, and how I was employed, and about what, which when they could not get out of me: (as Gods my judge, they should have killed me first) they locked me up into a room in the top of a house, where by great miracle (having a light heart) I slide down by a bottom of packthread into the street, and so scaped: but master, thus much I can assure you, for I heard it while I was locked up: there were a great many merchants and rich citizens wives with them at a banquet, and your son signor Lorenzo, has pointed one of them to meet anon at one Cobs house, a water-bearers? that dwells by the wall: now there you shall be sure to take him: for fail he will not. Nor will I fail to break this match, I doubt not; Well: go thou along with master doctor's man, And stay there for me? at one Cobs house sayst thou. I sir, there you shall have him: when can you tell? much wench, or much son: 'sblood when he has stayed there three or four hours, traveling with the expectation of somewhat; and at the length be delivered of nothing: oh the sport that I should then take to look on him if I durst but now I mean to appear no more afore him in this shape: I have another trick to act yet? oh that I were so happy, as to light upon an ounce now of this doctor's clerk: God save you sir,
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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 1130–1148 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 52 in this edition
Length507 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.782
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)
Mary (Gods my coort) where I thought I should haue had little comfort of your worships seruice: How so? Oh God sir? your cumming to the citie, & your entertaynement of men, and your sending me to watch; indeede, all the circumstances are as open to our sonne as to your selfe. How should that be? vnlesse that villaine Mso Haue told him of the letter, and discouered All that I strictly chargd him to conceale? tis soe. I fayth you haue hit it: tis so indeede. But how should he know thee to be my man. Nay, ir, I cannot tell; vnlesse it were by the blacke arte? is not your sonne a scholler sir? Yes; but I hope his soule is not allied To such a diuelish practise: if it were, I had iust cause to weepe my part in him, And curse the time of his creation. But where didst thou finde them Potnsio? Ny sir, rather you should aske where the found me? for ile be sworne I was going along in the streete, thinking nothing, whe (of a suddayne) one calles, Sigior Lorenzo man: another, he cries souldier: and thus halfe a dosen of them, till they had go▪ me within doores, where I no sooner came▪ but out flies their rapiers and all bent agaynst my brest, they swore some two or three hundreth oathes, and all to tell me I was but a dead man, if I did not confesse where you were, and how I was imployed, and about what, which when they could not get out of me: (as Gods my iudge, they should haue kild me first) they lockt me vp into a roome in the toppe of a house, where by great miracle (hauing a light hart) I slidde downe by a bottome of packthread into the streete, and so scapt: but master, thus much I can assure you, for I heard it while I lockt vp: there were a great many merchants and rich citizens wiues with them at a banquet, and your sonne Signior Lorenzo▪ has poynted one of them to meete anone at one Cobs house, a waterbearers? that dwelles by the wall: now there you shall be sure to take him: for fayle he will not. Nor will I fayle to breake this match, I doubt not; Well: go thou along with maister doctors man, And stay there for me? at one Cbs house sayst thou. I sir, there you shall haue him: when can you tell? much wench, or much sonne: sblood when he has stayd there three or foure houres, trauelling with the expectation of somewhat; and at the length be deliuered of nothing: oh the sport that I should thē take to look on him if I durst but now I meane to appeare no more afore him in this shape: I haue another tricke to act yet? oh that I were so happy, as to light vpon an ounce now of this doctors clarke: God saue you ,