Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 19 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

Portion is fled, to prey on their remainder, We call them into fellowship of vice! Bait 'em with the young chambermaid, to seal! And teach 'em all bad ways, to buy affliction! This is one path! but there are millions more, In which we spoil our own, with leading them. Well, I thank heaven, I never yet was he, That travailed with my son, before sixteen, To show him, the Venetian courtesans. Nor read the grammar of cheating, I had made To my sharp boy, at twelve: repeating still The rule, Get money; still, Get money, Boy; No matter, by what means; Money will do More, Boy, than my Lords letter. Neither have I Dressed snails, or mushrooms curiously before him, Perfumed my sauces, and taught him to make 'em; Preceding still, with my grey gluttony, At all the ordinaries: and only feared His palate should degenerate, not his manners. These are the trade of fathers, now! however My son, I hope, hath met within my threshold, None of these household precedents; which are strong, And swift, to rape youth, to their precipice. But, let the house at home be near so clean Swept, or kept sweet from filth; nay, dust, and cobwebs: If he will live, abroad, with his companions, In dung, and laystalls; it is worth a fear. Nor is the danger of conversing less, Than all that I have mentioned of example. My master? nay, faith have at you: I am fleshed now, I have sped so well. Worshipful sir, I beseech you, respect the estate of a poor soldier; I am ashamed of this base course of life (god's my comfort) but extremity provokes me to't, what remedy? I have not for you, now. By the faith I bear unto truth, gentleman, it is no ordinary custom in me, but only to preserve manhood. I protest to you, a man I have been, a man I may be, by your sweet bounty. Pray thee, good friend, be satisfied. Good sir, by that hand, you may do the part of a kind gentleman, in lending a poor soldier the price of two cans of beer (a matter of small value) the king of heaven shall pay you, and I shall rest thankful: sweet worship— Nay, and you be so importunate— Oh, tender sir, need will have his course: I was not made to this vile use! well, the edge of the enemy could not have abated me so much: It's hard when a man hath served in his PRINCE's cause, and be thus— Honourable worship, let me derive a small piece of silver from you, it shall not be given in the course of time, by this good ground, I was feign to pawn my rapier last night for a poor supper, I had sucked the hilts long before, I am a pagan else: sweet honour.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEvery Man in His Humor
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
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 405 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.01
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 607–642 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 53 in this edition
Length479 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.761
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)
Portion is fled, to prey on their remainder, We call them into fellowship of vice! Baite 'hem with the yong chamber-maid, to seale! And teach 'hem all bad wayes, to buy affiction! This is one path! but there are millions more, In which we spoile our owne, with leading them. Well, I thanke heauen, I neuer yet was he, That trauail'd with my sonne, before sixteene, To shew him, the Venetian cortezans. Nor read the grammar of cheating, I had made To my sharpe boy, at twelue: repeating still The rule, Get money; still, Get money, Boy; No matter, by what meanes; Money will doe More, Boy, then my Lords letter. Neither haue I Drest snailes, or mushromes curiously before him, Perfum'd my sauces, and taught him to make 'hem; Preceding still, with my grey gluttonie, At all the ordinaries: and only fear'd His palate should degenerate, not his manners. These are the trade of fathers, now! how euer My sonne, I hope, hath met within my threshold, None of these houshold precedents; which are strong, And swift, to rape youth, to their precipice. But, let the house at home be nere so cleane Swept, or kept sweet from filth; nay, dust, and cob-webs: If he will liue, abroad, with his companions, In dung, and leystalls; it is worth a feare. Nor is the danger of conuersing lesse, Then all that I haue mention'd of example. My master? nay, faith haue at you: I am flesht now, I haue sped so well. Worshipfull sir, I beseech you, respect the estate of a poore souldier; I am asham'd of this base course of life (god's my comfort) but extremitie prouokes me to't, what remedie? I haue not for you, now. By the faith I beare vnto truth, gentleman, it is no ordinarie custome in me, but only to preserue manhood. I protest to you, a man I haue beene, a man I may be, by your sweet bountie. 'Pray thee, good friend, be satisfied. Good sir, by that hand, you may doe the part of a kind gentleman, in lending a poore souldier the price of two cannes of beere (a matter of small value) the king of heauen shall pay you, and I shall rest thankfull: sweet worship— Nay, and you be so importunate— Oh, tender sir, need will haue his course: I was not made to this vile vse! well, the edge of the enemie could not haue abated mee so much: It's hard when a man hath seru'd in his Princes cause, and be thus— Honorable worship, let me deriue a small piece of siluer from you, it shall not bee giuen in the course of time, by this good ground, I was faine to pawne my rapier last night for a poore supper, I had suck'd the hilts long before, I am a pagan else: sweet honor.