Jonson, Ben · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
No harm done brother I warrant you: since there is no harm done, anger costs a man nothing: and a tall man is never his own man till he be angry, to keep his valour in obscurity: is to keep himself as it were in a cloak-bag: what's a musician unless he play? what's a tall man unless he fight? for indeed all this my brother stands upon absolutely, and that made me fall in with him so resolutely. I but what harm might have come of it? Might? so might the good warm clothes your husband wears be poisoned for any thing he knows, or the wholesome wine he drunk even now at the table. Now God forbid: O me? now I remember, My wife drunk to me last; and changed the cup, And bade me wore this cursed suit to day, See, if God suffer murder undiscovered? I feel me ill; give me some Mithredate, Some Mithredate and oil; good sister fetch me, O, I am sick at heart: I burn, I burn; If you will save my life go fetch it me. Oh strange humour my very breath hath poisoned him. Good brother be content, what do you mean, The strength of these extreme conceits will kill you? Beshrew your heart blood, brother Prospero, For putting such a toy into his head. Is a fit simile, a toy? will he be poisoned with a simile? Brother Thorello, what a strange and vain imagination is this? For shame be wiser, of my soul there's no such matter. Am I not sick? how am I then not poisoned? Am I not poisoned? how am I then so sick? If you be sick, your own thoughts make you sick. His iealoucie is the poison he hath taken. signor Thorello my master doctor Clement salutes you, and desires to speak with you, with all speed possible. No time but now? well, i'll wait upon his worship, Pizo, Cob, i'll seek them out, and set them sentinels till I return. Pizo, Cob, Pizo. Musco, this is rare, but how got'st thou this apparel of the doctors man. Marry sir. My youth would needs bestow the wine of me to hear some martial discourse; where I so marshaled him, that I made him monstrous drunk, & because too much heat was the cause of his distemper, I stripped him stark naked as he lay along a sleep, and borrowed his sewt to deliver this counterfeit message in, leaving a rusty armour, and an old brown bill to watch him; till my return: which shall be when I have pawned his apparel, and spent the money perhaps. Well thou art a mad knave Musco, his absence will be a good subject for more mirth: I pray the return to thy young master Lorenzo, and will him to meet me and Hesperida at the Friary presently: for here tell him the house is so stirred with jealousy, that there is no room for love to stand upright in: but i'll use such means she shall come thither, and that I think will meet best with his desires: high thee good Musco.
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No harme done brother I vvarrant you: since there is no harme done, anger costs a man nothing: and a tall man is neuer his owne man til he be angry, to keep his valure in obscuritie: is to keepe himselfe as it were in a cloke-bag: vvhats a musition vnlesse he play? whats a tall man vnlesse he fight? for indeede all this my brother stands vpon absolutely, and that made me fall in vvith him so resolutely. I but vvhat harme might haue come of it? Might? so might the good warme cloathes your husband vveares be poysond for any thing he knowes, or the vvholesome vvine he drunke euen now at the table. Now God forbid: O me? now I remember, My vvife drunke to me last; and changd the cuppe, And bad me vvare this cursed sute to day, See, if God suffer murder vndiscouered? I feele me ill; giue me some Mithredate, Some Mithredate and oyle; good sister fetch me, O, I am sicke at hart: I burne, I burne; If you will saue my life goe fetch it mee. Oh strange humor my very breath hath poysond him. Good brother be content, what do you meane, The strength of these extreame conceites will kill you? Behrew your hart blood, brother Prospero, For putting such a toy into his head. Is a fit similie, a toy? will he be poysond with a similie▪ Broth Thorll, what a strange and vaine imagination is this? For shame be wiser, of my soule theres no such matter. Am I not sicke? how am I then not poysond? Am I not poysond? how am I then so sicke? If you be sicke, your owne thoughts make you sicke. His iealoucie is the poyson he hath taken. Signior Thorello my mster doctor Clemet salutes you, and deires to speake with you, with all speede possible. No time but now? well, ile waite vpon his worship, Pizo, Cob, ile seeke them out, and set them sentinell till I returne. Pizo, Cob, Pizo. Musco, this is rare, but how gotst thou this apparrel of the doctors man. Marry sir. My youth would needes bestow the wine of me to heare some martiall discourse; where I so marshad him, that I made him monstrous drunke, & because too much heate vvas the cause of his distemper, I stript him starke naked as he lay along a sleepe, and borrowed his sewt to deliuer this counterfeit message in, leauing a rustie armoure, and an olde browne bill to watch him; till my returne: which shall be when I haue paund his apparrell, and spent the moni perhappes. Well thou art a madde knaue Musco, his absence will be a good subiect for more mirth: I pray the returne to thy young maister Lorenzo, and will him to meete me and Hesperida at the Friery presently: for here tell him the house is so sturde with iealousie, that there is no roome for loue to stand vpright in: but ile vse such meanes she shall come thether, and that I thinke will meete best with his desires: Hye thee good Musco.