Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Then, you were a servitor, at both it seems! at Strigonium? and what do you call't? Oh lord, sir? by S. GEORGE, I was the first man, that entered the breach: and, had I not effected it with resolution, I had been slain, if I had had a million of lives. 'Twas pity, you had not ten; a cat's, and your own, i'faith. But, was it possible? Pray you, mark this discourse, sir. So, I do.) I assure you (upon my reputation) 'tis true, and yourself shall confess. You must bring me to the rack, first. Observe me judicially, sweet sir, they had planted me three demi-culverings, just in the mouth of the breach; now, sir (as we were to give on) their master gunner (a man of no mean skill, and mark, you must think) confronts me with his linstock, ready to give fire; I spying his intendment, discharged my petronel in his bosom, and with these single arms, my poor rapier, ran violently, upon the Moores, that guarded the ordinance, and put 'em pell-mell to the sword. To the sword? to the rapier, Captain? Oh, it was a good figure observed, sir! but did you all this, Captain, without hurting your blade. Without any impeach, o' the earth: you shall perceive sir. It is the most fortunate weapon, that ever rid on poor gentleman's thigh: shall I tell you, sir? you talk of Morglay, Excalibur, Durindana, or so? tut, I lend no credit to that is fabled of 'em, I know the virtue of mine own, and therefore I dare, the boldlier, maintain it. I mar'le whether it be a Toledo, or no? A most perfect Toledo, I assure you, sir. I have a countryman of his, here. Pray you, let's see, sir: yes faith, it is! This a Toledo? pish. Why do you pish, Captain? A Fleming, by heaven, I'll buy them for a guilder, a piece, an' I would have a thousand of them. How say you, cousin? I told you thus much? Where bought you it, Mr. STEPHEN? Of a scurvy rogue soldier (a hundred of louse go with him) he swore it was a Toledo. A poor provant rapier, no better. Mass, I think it be, indeed! now I look on't, better. Nay, the longer you look on't, the worse. Put it up, put it up. Well, I will put it up, but by— (I ha' forgot the Captains oath, I thought to ha' sworn by it) an' ere I meet him— O, it is past help now, sir, you must have patience. whoreson coney-catching rascal! I could eat the very hilts for anger! A sign of good digestion! you have an ostrich stomach, cousin. A stomach? would I had him here, you should see, an' I had a stomach. It's better as 'tis: come, gentlemen, shall we go? A Miracle, cousin, look here! look here! Oh, God's lid, by your leave, do you know me, sir? ay sir, I know you, by sight. You sold me a rapier, did you not?
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Then, you were a seruitor, at both it seemes! at Strigonium? and what doe you call't? Oh lord, sir? by S. GEORGE, I was the first man, that entred the breach: and, had I not effected it with resolution, I had beene slaine, if I had had a million of liues. 'Twas pittie, you had not ten; a cats, and your owne, ifaith. But, was it possible? 'Pray you, marke this discourse, sir. So, I doe.) I assure you (vpon my reputation) 'tis true, and your selfe shall confesse. You must bring me to the racke, first. Obserue me iudicially, sweet sir, they had planted mee three demi-culuerings, iust in the mouth of the breach; now, sir (as we were to giue on) their master gunner (a man of no meane skill, and marke, you must thinke) confronts me with his linstock, readie to giue fire; I spying his intendment, discharg'd my petrionel in his bosome, and with these single armes, my poore rapier, ranne violently, vpon the Moores, that guarded the ordinance, and put'hem pell-mell to the sword. To the sword? to the rapier, Captaine? Oh, it was a good figure obseru'd, sir! but did you all this, Captaine, without hurting your blade. Without any impeach, o' the earth: you shall perceiue sir. It is the most fortunate weapon, that euer rid on poore gentlemans thigh: shal I tell you, sir? you talke of Morglay, Excalibur, Durindana, or so? tut, I lend no credit to that is fabled of 'hem, I know the vertue of mine owne, and therefore I dare, the boldlier, maintaine it. I mar'le whether it be a Toledo, or no? A most perfect Toledo, I assure you, sir. I haue a countriman of his, here. Pray you, let's see, sir: yes faith, it is! This a Toledo? pish. Why doe you pish, Captaine? A Fleming, by heauen, Ile buy them for a guilder, a piece, an' I would haue a thousand of them. How say you, cousin? I told you thus much? Where bought you it, Mr. STEPHEN? Of a souruie rogue souldier (a hundred of lice goe with him) he swore it was a Toledo. A poore prouant rapier, no better. Masse, I thinke it be, indeed! now I looke on't, better. Nay, the longer you looke on't, the worse. Put it vp, put it vp. Well, I will put it vp, but by—(I ha' forgot the Captaynes oath, I thought to ha' sworne by it) an' ere I meet him— O, it is past helpe now, sir, you must haue patience. Horson connie-catching raskall! I could eate the very hilts for anger! A signe of good digestion! you haue an ostrich stomack, cousin. A stomack? would I had him here, you should see, an' I had a stomack. It's better as 'tis: come, gentlemen, shall we goe? A Miracle, cousin, looke here! looke here! Oh, gods lid, by your leaue, doe you know me, sir? I sir, I know you, by sight. You sold me a rapier, did you not?