Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 518 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Not I, body of me, by this air, S. GEORGE, and the foot of Pharaoh. Rare! your cousin's discourse is simply drawn out with oaths. 'Tis larded with 'em. A kind of french dressing, if you love it. HA? how many are there, sayest thou? marry sir, your brother, master wellbred— Tut, beside him: what strangers are there, man? Strangers? let me see, one, two; mass I know not well, there are so many. How? so many? ay, there's some five, or six of them, at the most. A swarm, a swarm, Spite of the devil, how they sting my head With forked stings, thus wide, and large! But, COB, How long hast thou been coming hither, COB? A little while, sir. Didst thou come running? No, sir. Nay, than I am familiar with thy haste! Bane to my fortunes: what meant I to marry? ay, that before was ranked in such content, My mind at rest too, in so soft a peace, Being free master of mine own free thoughts, And now become a slave? What? never sigh, Be of good cheer, man: for thou art a cuckold, 'Tis done, 'tis done! nay, when such flowing store, Plenty itself, falls in my wives lap, The Cornucopia will be mine, I know. But, COB, What entertainment had they? I am sure My sister, and my wife, would bid them welcome! ha? Like enough, sir, yet, I heard not a word of it. No: their lips were sealed with kisses, and the voice Drowned in a flood of joy, at their arrival, Had lost her motion, state, and faculty. COB, which of them was't, that first kissed my wife? (My sister, I should say) my wife, alas, I fear not her: ha? who was it, sayst thou? By my troth, sir, will you have the truth of it? Oh ay, good COB: I pray thee, heartily. Then, I am a vagabond, and fitter for Bridewell, than your worship's company, if I saw anybody to be kissed, unless they would have kissed the post, in the middle of the warehouse; for there I left them all, at their tobacco, with a pox. How? were they not gone in, then, ere thou cam'st? Oh no sir. Spite of the devil! what do I stay here, then? COB, follow me. Nay, soft and fair, I have eggs on the spit; I cannot go yet, sir. Now am I for some five and fifty reasons hammering, hammering revenge: oh, for three or four gallons of vinegar, to sharpen my wits. Revenge, vinegar revenge: vinegar, and mustard revenge: nay, and he had not lain in my house, 't would never have grieved me, but being my guest, one, that I'll be sworn, my wife has lent him her smock off her back, while his one shirt has been at washing; pawned her neckerchers for clean bands for him; sold almost all my platters, to buy him tobacco; and he to turn monster of ingratitude, and strike his lawful host! well, I hope to raise up an host of fury for't: here comes justice CLEMENT.
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Not I, body of me, by this aire, S. GEORGE, and the foot of PHAROAH. Rare! your cousins discourse is simply drawn out with oathes. 'Tis larded with 'hem. A kind of french dressing, if you loue it. HA? how many are there, sayest thou? Mary sir, your brother, master VVELL-BRED— Tut, beside him: what strangers are there, man? Strangers? let me see, one, two; masse I know not well, there are so many. How? so many? I, there's some fiue, or sixe of them, at the most. A swarme, a swarme, Spight of the deuill, how they sting my head VVith forked stings, thus wide, and large! But, COB, How long hast thou beene comming hither, COB? A little while, sir. Did'st thou come running? No, sir. Nay, then I am familiar with thy haste! Bane to my fortunes: what meant I to marry? I, that before was rankt in such content, My mind at rest too, in so soft a peace, Being free master of mine owne free thoughts, And now become a slaue? VVhat? neuer sigh, Be of good cheere, man: for thou art a cuckold, 'Tis done, 'tis done! nay, when such flowing store, Plentie it selfe, falls in my wiues lap, The Cornu-copiae will be mine, I know. But, COB, VVhat entertaynement had they? I am sure My sister, and my wife, would bid them welcome! ha? Like inough, sir, yet, I heard not a word of it. No: their lips were seal'd with kisses, and the voyce Drown'd in a floud of ioy, at their arriuall, Had lost her motion, state, and facultie. COB, which of them was't, that first kist my wife? (My sister, I should say) my wife, alas, I feare not her: ha? who was it, say'st thou? By my troth, sir, will you haue the truth of it? Oh I, good COB: I pray thee, heartily. Then, I am a vagabond, and fitter for Bride-well, then your worships companie, if I saw any bodie to be kist, vnlesse they would haue kist the post, in the middle of the ware-house; for there I left them all, at their tabacco, with a poxe. How? were they not gone in, then, e're thou cam'st? Oh no sir. Spite of the deuill▪ what doe I stay here, then? COB, follow me. Nay, soft and faire, I haue egges on the spit; I cannot goe yet, sir. Now am I for some fiue and fiftie reasons hammering, hammering reuenge: oh, for three or foure gallons of vineger, to sharpen my wits. Reuenge, vineger reuenge: vineger, and mustard reuenge: nay, and hee had not lyen in my house, 't would neuer haue grieu'd me, but being my guest, one, that Ile be sworne, my wife ha's lent him her smock off her back, while his one shirt ha's beene at washing; pawn'd her neckerchers for cleane bands for him; sold almost all my platters, to buy him tabacco; and he to turne monster of ingratitude, and strike his lawfull host! well, I hope to raise vp an host of furie for't: here comes Iustice CLEMENT.