Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 529 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
O, there are divers reasons to dissuade, brother. But, would yourself vouchsafe to travail in it, (Though but with plain, and easy circumstance) It would, both come much better to his sense, And savour less of stomach, or of passion. You are his elder brother, and that title Both gives, and warrants you authority; Which (by your presence seconded) must breed A kind of duty in him, and regard; Whereas, if I should intimate the least, It would but add contempt, to his neglect, Heap worse on ill, make up a pile of hatred That, in the rearing, would come tottering down, And, in the ruin, bury all our love. Nay, more than this, brother, if I should speak He would be ready from his heat of humour, And overflowing of the vapour, in him, To blow the ears of his familiars, With the false breath, of telling, what disgraces, And low disparagements, I had put upon him. Whilst they, sir, to relieve him, in the fable, Make their loose comments, upon every word, Gesture, or look, I use; mock me all over, From my flat cap, unto my shining shoes: And, out of their impetuous rioting fantasies, Beget some slander, that shall dwell with me. And what would that be, think you? marry, this. They would give out (because my wife is fair, myself but lately married, and my sister Here sojourning a virgin in my house) That I were jealous! nay, as sure as death, That they would say. And how that I had quarreled My brother purposely, thereby to find An apt pretext, to banish them my house. Mass perhaps so: they are like enough to do it. Brother, they would, believe it: so should I (Like one of these penurious quacksalvers) But set the bills up, to mine own disgrace, And try experiments upon myself: Lend scorn and envy, opportunity, To stab my reputation, and good name— I Will speak to him— Speak to him? away, by the foot of PHARAOH, you shall not, you shall not do him that grace. The time of day, to you, Gentleman o'the house. Is Mr. WELL-BRED stirring? How then? what should he do? Gentleman of the house, it is to you: is he within, sir? He came not to his lodging tonight sir, I assure you. Why, do you hear? you. The gentleman-citizen hath satisfied me, I'll talk to no scavenger. How, scavenger? stay sir, stay? Nay, brother DOWNRIGHT. 'Heart! stand you away, and you love me. You shall not follow him now, I pray you, brother, Good faith you shall not: I will overrule you. Ha? scavenger? well, go to, I say little: but, by this good day (god forgive me I should swear) if I put it up so, say, I am the rankest cow, that ever pissed. 'Sdeynes, and I swallow this, I'll ne'er draw my sword in the sight of Fleetstreet again, while I live; I'll sit in a barn, with Madge-howlet, and catch mice first. Scavenger? 'Heart, and I'll go near to fill that huge tumbrel-slop of yours, with somewhat, and I have good luck: your GARAGANTVA breech cannot carry it away so.
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O, there are diuers reasons to disswade, brother. But, would your selfe vouchsafe to trauaile in it, (Though but with plaine, and easie circumstance) It would, both come much better to his sense, And sauour lesse of stomack, or of passion. You are his elder brother, and that title Both giues, and warrants you authoritie; Which (by your presence seconded) must breed A kinde of dutie in him, and regard▪ Whereas, if I should intimate the least, It would but adde contempt, to his neglect, Heape worse on ill, make vp a pile of hatred That, in the rearing, would come tottring downe, And, in the ruine, burie all our loue. Nay, more then this, brother, if I should speake He would be readie from his heate of humor, And ouer-flowing of the vapour, in him, To blow the eares of his familiars, With the false breath, of telling, what disgraces, And low disparadgments, I had put vpon him. Whilst they, sir, to relieue him, in the fable, Make their loose comments, vpon euery word, Gesture, or looke, I vse; mocke me all ouer, From my flat cap, vnto my shining shooes: And, out of their impetuous rioting phant'sies, Beget some slander, that shall dwell with me. And what would that be, thinke you? mary, this. They would giue out (because my wife is faire, My selfe but lately married, and my sister Here soiourning a virgin in my house) That I were iealous! nay, as sure as death, That they would say. And how that I had quarrell'd My brother purposely, thereby to finde An apt pretext, to banish them my house. Masse perhaps so: They' are like inough to doe it. Brother, they would, beleeue it: so should I (Like one of these penurious quack-saluers) But set the bills vp, to mine owne disgrace, And trie experiments vpon my selfe: Lend scorne and enuie, oportunitie, To stab my reputation, and good name— I Will speake to him— Speake to him? away, by the foot of PHARAOH, you shall not, you shall not doe him that grace. The time of day, to you, Gentleman o'the house. Is Mr. WELL-BRED stirring? How then? what should he doe? Gentleman of the house, it is to you: is he within, sir? He came not to his lodging to night sir, I assure you. Why, doe you heare? you. The gentleman-citizen hath satisfied mee, Ile talke to no scauenger. How, scauenger? stay sir, stay? Nay, brother DOWNE-RIGHT. 'Heart! stand you away, and you loue me. You shall not follow him now, I pray you, brother, Good faith you shall not: I will ouer-rule you. Ha? scauenger? well, goe to, I say little: but, by this good day (god forgiue me I should sweare) if I put it vp so, say, I am the rankest cow, that euer pist. 'Sdeynes, and I swallow this, Ile ne're draw my sword in the sight of Fleet-street againe, while I liue; Ile sit in a barne, with Madge-howlet, and catch mice first. Scauenger? 'Heart, and Ile goe neere to fill that huge tumbrell-slop of yours, with somewhat, and I haue good lucke: your GARAGANTVA breech cannot carry it away so.