Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 446 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Thy lineage, Monsieur COB, what lineage? what lineage? Why sir, an ancient lineage, and a princely. Mine ancestry came from a king's belly, no worse man: and yet no man neither (by your worship's leave, I did lie in that) but Herring the King of fish (from his belly, I proceed) one o' the Monarchs o' the world, I assure you. The first red herring, that was broiled in ADAM, and EVE'S kitchen, do I fetch my pedigree from, by the heralds books. His COB, was my great-great-mighty-great Grand father. Why mighty? why mighty? I pray thee. O, it was a mighty while ago, sir, and a mighty great COB. How know'st thou that? How know I? why, I smell his ghost, ever and anon. Smell a ghost? O unsavoury jest! and the ghost of a herring COB! ay sir, with favour of your worship's nose, Mr. MATHEW, why not the ghost of a herring-cob, as well as the ghost of rasher-bacon? ROGER BACON, thou wouldst say? I say rasher-bacon. They were both broiled o' the coals? and a man may smell broiled-meat, I hope? you are a scholar, upsolve me that, now. O raw ignorance! COB, canst thou show me of a gentleman, one Captain BOBADILL, where his lodging is? O, my guest, sir! you mean. Thy guest! Alas! ha, ha. Why do you laugh, sir? Do you not mean Captain BOBADILL? COB, 'pray thee, advise thyself well: do not wrong the gentleman, and thyself too. I dare be sworn, he scorns thy house: he! He lodge in such a base, obscure place, as thy house! Tut, I know his disposition so well, he would not lie in thy bed, if thou'dst gi'it him. I will not give it him, though, sir. Mass, I thought somewhat was in't, we could not get him to bed, all night! Well, sir, though he lie not o' my bed, he lies o' my bench: an 't please you to go up, sir, you shall find him with two cushions under his head, and his cloak wrapped about him, as though he had neither won nor lost, and yet (I warrant) he ne'er cast better in his life, than he has done, tonight. Why? was he drunk? Drunk, sir? you hear not me say so. Perhaps, he swallowed a tavern-token, or some such device, sir: I have nothing to do withal. I deal with water, and not with wine. Gi'me my tankard there, hough. God b'w'you, sir. It's six o'clock: I should ha' carried two turns, by this. What hough? my stopple? come. Lie in a waterbearer's house! A gentleman of his havings! Well, I'll tell him my mind.
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Thy linage, Monsieur COB, what linage? what linage? Why sir, an ancient linage, and a princely. Mine ance'trie came from a Kings belly, no worse man: and yet no man neither (by your worships leaue, I did lie in that) but Herring the King of fish (from his belly, I proceed) one o' the Monarchs o' the world, I assure you. The first red herring, that was broil'd in ADAM, and EVE'S kitchin, doe I fetch my pedigree from, by the Harrots bookes. His COB, was my great-great-mighty-great Grand father. Why mightie? why mightie? I pray thee. O, it was a mightie while agoe, sir, and a mightie great COB. How know'st thou that? How know I? why, I smell his ghost, euer and anon. Smell a ghost? Ô vnsauoury iest! and the ghost of a herring COB! I sir, with auour of your worships nose, Mr. MATHEW, why not the ghost of a herring-cob, as well as the ghost of rasher-bacon? ROGER BACON, thou wouldst say? I say rasher-bacon. They were both broyl'd o' the cols? and a man may smell broyld-meate, I hope? you are a scholler, vpsolue me that, now. O raw ignorance! COB, canst thou shew me of a gentleman, one Captayne BOBADILL, where his lodging is? O, my guest, sir! you meane. Thy guest! Alas! ha, ha. Why doe you laugh, sir? Doe you not meane Captayne BOBADILL? COB, 'pray thee, aduise thy selfe well: doe not wrong the gentleman, and thy selfe too. I dare bee sworne, hee scornes thy house: hee! He lodge in such a base, obscure place, as thy house! Tut, I know his disposition so well, he would not lye in thy bed, if tho'uldst gi'it him. I will not giue it him, though, sir. Masse, I thought somewhat was in't, we could not get him to bed, all night! Well, sir, though he lye not o' my bed, he lies o' my bench: an 't please you to goe vp, sir, you shall find him with two cushions vnder his head, and his cloke wrapt about him, as though he had neither wun nor lost, and yet (I warrant) he ne're cast better in his life, then he has done, to night. Why? was he drunke? Drunke, sir? you heare not me say so. Perhaps, hee swallow'd a tauerne-token, or some such deuice, sir: I haue nothing to doe withall. I deale with water, and not with wine. Gi'me my tankard there, hough. God b'w'you, sir. It's sixe a clocke: I should ha' carried two turnes, by this. What hough? my stopple? come. Lye in a water-bearers house! A gentleman of his hauings! Well, I'le tell him my mind.