Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.
Yes, marry, did I sir. You said, it was a Toledo, ha? True, I did so. But, it is none? No sir, I confess it, it is none. Do you confess it? gentlemen, bear witness, he has confessed it. By gods will, and you had not confessed it— Oh cousin, forbear, forbear. Nay, I have done, cousin. Why you have done like a gentleman, he has confessed it, what would you more? Yet, by his leave, he is a rascal, under his savour, do you see? ay, by his leave, he is, and under savour: a pretty piece of civility! Sirrah, how dost thou like him? Oh, it's a most precious fool, make much on him: I can compare him to nothing more happily, than a drum; for every one may play upon him. No, no, a child's whistle were far the fitter. Sir, shall I entreat a word with you? With me, sir? you have not another Toledo to sell, ha' you? You are conceited, sir, your name is Mr. KNO'WELL, as I take it? You are, i' the right? you mean not to proceed in the catechism, do you? No sir, I am none of that coat. Of as bare a coat, though? well, say sir. Faith sir, I am but servant to the drum extraordinary, and indeed (this smoky varnish being washed off, and three or four patches removed) I appear your worships in reversion, after the decease of your good father, Brainworm. Brainworm! 'Slight, what breath of a conjuror, hath blown thee hither in this shape. The breath o' your letter, sir, this morning: the same that blew you to the windmill, and your father after you. My father? Nay, never start, 'tis true, he has followed you over the fields, by the foot, as you would do a hare i' the snow. Sirrah, Wellbred, what shall we do, sirrah? my father is come over, after me. Thy father? where is he? At justice Clement's house here, in Colman-street, where he but stays my return; and then— Who's this? Brainworm? The same, sir. Why how, i' the name of wit, com'st thou transmuted, thus? Faith, a device, a device: nay, for the love of reason, gentlemen, and avoiding the danger, stand not here, withdraw, and I'll tell you all. But, art thou sure, he will stay thy return? Do I live, sir? what a question is that? we'll prorogue his expectation then, a little: Brainworm, thou shalt go with us. Come on, gentlemen, nay, I pray thee, sweet NED, droop not: 'heart, and our wits be so wretchedly dull, that one old plodding brain can outstrip us all, would we were e'en priest, to make porters of; and serve out the remnant of our days, in Thames-street, or at Customhouse key, in a civil war, against the carmen. AMEN, AMEN, AMEN, say I. WHat says he, THOMAS? Did you speak with him? He will expect you, sir, within this half hour. Has he the money ready, can you tell? Yes, sir, the money was brought in, last night.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, marie, did I sir. You said, it was a Toledo, ha? True, I did so. But, it is none? No sir, I confesse it, it is none. Doe you confesse it? gentlemen, beare witnesse, he has confest it. By gods will, and you had not confest it— Oh cousin, forbeare, forbeare. Nay, I haue done, cousin. Why you haue done like a gentleman, he ha's confest it, what would you more? Yet, by his leaue, he is a raskall, vnder his sauour, doe you see? I, by his leaue, he is, and vnder sauour: a prettie piece of ciuilitie! Sirra, how doest thou like him? Oh, it's a most pretious foole, make much on him: I can compare him to nothing more happily, then a drumme; for euery one may play vpon him. No, no, a childes whistle were farre the fitter. Sir, shall I intreat a word with you? With me, sir? you haue not another Toledo to sell, ha' you? You are conceipted, sir, your name is Mr. KNO'WELL, as I take it? You are, i' the right? you meane not to proceede in the catechisme, doe you? No sir, I am none of that coat. Of as bare a coat, though? well, say sir. Faith sir, I am but seruant to the drum extraordinarie, and indeed (this smokie varnish being washt off, and three or foure patches remou'd) I appeare your worships in reuersion, after the decease of your good father, BRAYNE-WORME. BRAYNE-WORME! S'light, what breath of a coniurer, hath blowne thee hither in this shape. The breath o' your letter, sir, this morning: the same that blew you to the wind-mill, and your father after you. My father? Nay, neuer start, 'tis true, he has follow'd you ouer the field's, by the foot, as you would doe a hare i' the snow. Sirra, WEL-BRED, what shall we doe, sirra? my father is come ouer, after me. Thy father? where is he? At Iustice CLEMENTS house here, in Colman-street, where he but staies my returne; and then— Who's this? BRAYNE-WORME? The same, sir. Why how, i' the name of wit, com'st thou trans-muted, thus? Faith, a deuise, a deuise: nay, for the loue of reason, gentlemen, and auoiding the danger, stand not here, withdraw, and Ile tell you all. But, art thou sure, he will stay thy returne? Doe I liue, sir? what a question is that? Wee'le prorogue his expectation then, a little: BRAYNE-WORME, thou shalt goe with vs. Come on, gentlemen, nay, I pray thee, sweet NED, droope not: 'heart, and our wits be so wretchedly dull, that one old plodding braine can out-strip vs all, would we were eene prest, to make porters of; and serue out the remnant of our daies, in Thames-street, or at Custome-house key, in a ciuill warre, against the car-men. AMEN, AMEN, AMEN, say I. WHat saies he, THOMAS? Did you speake with him? He will expect you, sir, within this halfe houre. Has he the money readie, can you tell? Yes, sir, the money was brought in, last night.