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 · 511 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.
He. Mr. WELL-BRED, I know not in what kind you hold me, but let me say to you this: as sure as honour, I esteem it so much out of the sunshine of reputation, to through the least beam of regard, upon such a— Sir, I must hear no ill words of my brother. ay, protest to you, as I have a thing to be saved about me, I never saw any gentlemanlike part— Good Captain, faces about, to some other discourse. With your leave, sir, and there were no more men living upon the face of the earth, I should not fancy him, by S. GEORGE. Troth, nor I, he is of a rustical cut, I know not how: he doth not carry himself like a gentleman of fashion— Oh, Mr. MATTHEW, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; quos aquus amavit JUPITER. I understand you sir. No question, you do, or you do not, sir. NED KNO'WELL! by my soul welcome; how dost thou sweet spirit, my Genius? 'Slid I shall love APOLLO, and the mad Thespian girls the better, while I live, for this; my dear fury: now, I see there's some love in thee! Sirrah, these be the two I writ to thee of (nay, what a drowsy humour is this now? why dost thou not speak?) Oh, you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter! Why, was't not rare? Yes, I'll be sworn, I was ne'er guilty of reading the like; match it in all PLINIE, or SYMMACHUS epistles, and I'll have my judgement burned in the ear for a rogue: make much of thy vain, for it is inimitable. But I mar'le what camel it was, that had the carriage of it? for doubtless, he was no ordinary beast, that brought it! Why? Why, sayest thou? why dost thou think that any reasonable creature, especially in the morning (the sober time of the day too) could have mistaken my father for me? 'Slid, you jest, I hope? Indeed, the best use we can turn it too, is to make a jest on't, now: but I'll assure you, my father had the full view o' your flourishing style, some hour before I saw it. What a dull slave was this? But, sirrah, what said he to it, i'faith? Nay, I know not what he said: but I have a shrewd guess what he thought. What? what? marry, that thou art some strange dissolute young fellow, and I a grain or two better, for keeping thee company. Tut, that thought is like the moon in her last quarter, 'twill change shortly: but, sirrah, I pray thee be acquainted with my two hangby's, here; thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in 'em if thou hear'st 'em once go: my wind-instruments. I'll wind 'em up— but what strange piece of silence is this? the sign of the dumb man? Oh, sir, a kinsman of mine, one that may make your music the fuller, and he please, he has his humour, sir. Oh, what be't? what be't?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He. Mr. WELL-BRED, I know not in what kind you hold me, but let me say to you this: as sure as honor, I esteeme it so much out of the sunne-shine of reputation, to through the least beame of reguard, vpon such a— Sir, I must heare no ill wordes of my brother. I, protest to you, as I haue a thing to be sau'd about me, I neuer saw any gentleman-like part— Good Captayne, faces about, to some other discourse. With your leaue, sir, and there were no more men liuing vpon the face of the earth, I should not fancie him, by S. GEORGE. Troth, nor I, he is of a rusticall cut, I know not how: he doth not carry himselfe like a gentleman of fashion— Oh, Mr. MATTHEW, that's a grace peculiar but to a few; quos aquus amauit IVPITER. I vnderstand you sir. No question, you doe, or you doe not, sir. NED KNO'WELL! by my soule welcome; how doest thou sweet spirit, my Genius? S'lid I shall loue APOLLO, and the mad Thespian girles the better, while I liue, for this; my deare furie: now, I see there's some loue in thee! Sirra, these bee the two I writ to thee of (nay, what a drowsie humour is this now? why doest thou not speake?) Oh, you are a fine gallant, you sent me a rare letter! Why, was't not rare? Yes, Ile bee sworne, I was ne're guiltie of reading the like; match it in all PLINIE, or SYMMACHVS epistles, and Ile haue my iudgement burn'd in the eare for a rogue: make much of thy vaine, for it is inimitable. But I marle what camell it was, that had the carriage of it? for doubtlesse, he was no ordinarie beast, that brought it! Why? Why, faiest thou? why doest thou thinke that any reasonable creature, especially in the morning (the sober time of the day too) could haue mis-tane my father for me? S'lid, you iest, I hope? Indeed, the best vse wee can turne it too, is to make a iest on't, now: but Ile assure you, my father had the full view o' your flourishing stile, some houre before I saw it. What a dull slaue was this? But, sirrah, what said hee to it, Ifaith? Nay, I know not▪ what he said: but I haue a shrewd gesse what hee thought. What? what? Mary, that thou art some strange dissolute yong fellow, and I a graine or two better, for keeping thee companie. Tut, that thought is like the moone in her last quarter, 'twill change shortly: but, sirrha, I pray thee be acquainted with my two hangby's, here; thou wilt take exceeding pleasure in 'hem if thou hear'st 'hem once goe: my wind-instruments. Ile wind 'hem vp— but what strange piece of silence is this? the signe of the dumbe man? Oh, sir, a kinsman of mine, one that may make your musique the fuller, and he please, he has his humour, sir. Oh, what ist? what ist?