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 · 501 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.
Oh do not fret yourself thus, never think on't. These are my brother's consorts, these! these are his comrades, his walking mates! he's a gallant, a Cavaliero too, right hangman cut! Let me not live, and I could not find in my heart to swinge the whole ging of 'em, one after another, and begin with him first. I am grieved, it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Well as he brews, so he shall drink, for GEORGE, again. Yet, he shall hear on't, and that tightly too, and I live, i'faith. But, brother, let your reprehension (then) Run in an easy current, not o'erhigh Carried with rashness, or devouring choler; But rather use the soft persuading way, Whose powers will work more gently, and compose Th'imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaim: More winning, then enforcing the consent. ay, ay, let me alone for that, I warrant you. How now? oh, the bell rings to breakfast. Brother, I pray you go in, and bear my wife Company, till I come; I'll but give order for some dispatch of business, to my servants— WHat, COB? our maids will have you by the back (i'faith) For coming so late this morning. Perhaps so, sir, take heed somebody have not them by the belly, for walking so late in the evening. Well, yet my troubled spirit's somewhat eased, Though not reposed in that security, As I could wish: But, I must be content. howe'er I set a face on't to the world, Would I had lost this finger, at a venture, So WELL-BRED had ne'er lodged within my house. Why't cannot be, where there is such resort Of wanton gallants, and young revellers, That any woman should be honest long. is't like, that factious beauty will preserve The public weal of chastity, unshaken, When such strong motives muster, and make head Against her single peace? no, no. Beware, When mutual appetite doth meet to treat, And spirits of one kind, and quality, Come once to parley, in the pride of blood: It is no slow conspiracy, that follows. Well (to be plain) if I but thought, the time Had answered their affections: all the world Should not persuade me, but I were a cuckold. marry, I hope, they ha' not got that start: For opportunity hath balked 'em yet, And shall do still, while I have eyes, and ears To attend the impositions of my heart. My presence shall be as an iron bar, 'Twixt the conspiring motions of desire: Yea, every look, or glance, mine eye ejects, Shall check occasion, as one doth his slave, When he forgets the limits of prescription. Sister BRIDGET, pray you fetch down the rose-water above in the closet. Sweet heart, will you come in, to breakfast. An' she have overheard me now? I pray thee (good muss) we stay for you. By heaven I would not for a thousand angels. What ail you sweet heart, are you not well, speak good muss.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh doe not fret your selfe thus, neuer think on't. These are my brothers consorts, these! these are his Cam'rades, his walking mates! hee's a gallant, a Caualiero too, right hang-man cut! Let me not liue, and I could not finde in my heart to swinge the whole ging of 'hem, one after another, and begin with him first. I am grieu'd, it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses. Wel as he brewes, so he shall drinke, for GEORGE, againe. Yet, he shall heare on't, and that tightly too, and I liue, Ifaith. But, brother, let your reprehension (then) Runne in an easie current, not ore-high Carried with rashnesse, or deuouring choller; But rather vse the soft perswading way, Whose powers will worke more gently, and compose Th'imperfect thoughts you labour to reclaime: More winning, then enforcing the consent. I, I, let me alone for that, I warrant you. How now? oh, the bell rings to breakefast. Brother, I pray you goe in, and beare my wife Companie, till I come; Ile but giue order Forsome dispatch of businesse, to my seruants— WHat, COB? our maides will haue you by the back (Ifaith) For comming so late this morning. Perhaps so, sir, take heed some body haue not them by the belly, for walking so late in the euening. Well, yet my troubled spirit's somewhat eas'd, Though not repos'd in that securitie, As I could wish: But, I must be content. How e're I set a face on't to the world, Would I had lost this finger, at a venter, So WELL-BRED had ne're lodg'd within my house. Why't cannot be, where there is such resort Of wanton gallants, and yong reuellers, That any woman should be honest long. I'st like, that factious beautie will preserue The publike weale of chastitie, vn-shaken, When such strong motiues muster, and make head Against her single peace? no, no. Beware, When mutuall appetite doth meet to treat, And spirits of one kinde, and qualitie, Come once to parlee, in the pride of bluod: It is no slow conspiracie, that followes. Well (to be plaine) if I but thought, the time Had answer'd their affections: all the world Should not perswade me, but I were a cuckold. Mary, I hope, they ha' not got that start: For oportunitie hath balkt 'hem yet, And shall doe still, while I haue eyes, and eares To attend the impositions of my heart. My presence shall be as an iron barre, 'Twixt the conspiring motions of desire: Yea, euery looke, or glance, mine eye eiects, Shall checke occasion, as one doth his slaue, When he forgets the limits of prescription. Sister BRIDGET, pray you fetch downe the rose-water aboue in the closet. Sweet heart, will you come in, to breakefast. An' shee haue ouer-heard me now? I pray thee (good MVSSE) we stay for you. By heauen I would not for a thousand angells. What aile you sweet heart, are you not well, speake good MVSSE.