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 · 479 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.
WHy, how now? what's the matter? what's the stir here? Whence springs the quarrel? THOMAS! where is he? Put up your weapons, and put off this rage. My wife and sister, they are cause of this, What, THOMAS? where is this knave? Here, sir. Come, let's go: this is one of my brother's ancient humours, this. I am glad, nobody was hurt by his ancient humour. Why, how now, brother, who endorsed this brawl? A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for god, nor the devil! And, they must come here to read ballads, and roguery, and trash! I'll mar the knot of 'em ere I sleep, perhaps: especially BOB, there: he that's all manner of shapes! and Songs, and sonnets, his fellow. Brother, indeed, you are too violent, too sudden, in your humour: and, you know My brother WEL-BREDS temper will not bear Any reproof, chiefly in such a presence, Where every slight disgrace, he should receive, Might wound him in opinion, and respect. Respect? what talk you of respect 'mong such, As ha' nor spark of manhood, nor good manners? 'Sdeynes I am ashamed, to hear you! respect? Yes, there was one a civil gentleman, And very worthily demeaned himself! O, that was some love of yours, sister! A love of mine? I would it were no worse, brother! You'd pay my portion sooner, than you think for. Indeed, he seemed to be a gentleman of an exceeding fair disposition, and of very excellent good parts! Her love, by heaven! my wife's minion! Fair disposition? excellent good parts? Death, these phrases are intolerable! Good parts? how should she know his parts? His parts? Well, well, well, well, well, well! It is too plain, too clear: THOMAS, come hither. What, are they gone? ay, sir, they went in. My mistress, and your sister— Are any of the gallants within! No, sir, they are all gone. Art thou sure of it? I can assure you, sir. What gentleman was that they praised so, THOMAS? One, they call him master KNO'WELL, a handsome young gentleman, sir. ay, I thought so: my mind gave me as much. I'll die, but they have hid him i' the house, Somewhere; I'll go and search: go with me, THOMAS. Be true to me, and thou shalt find me a master. WHat TIB, TIB, I say. How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard? O, husband, be't you? what's the news? Nay, you have stunned me, i'faith! you ha' given me a knock o' the forehead, will stick by me! cuckold? 'Slid, cuckold? Away, you fool, did I know it was you, that knocked? Come, come, you may call me as bad, when you list. May I? TIB, you are a whore. You lie in your throat, husband. How, the lie? and in my throat too? do you long to be stabbed, ha?
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
WHy, how now? what's the matter? what's the stirre here? Whence springs the quarrell? THOMAS! where is he? Put vp your weapons, and put off this rage. My wife and sister, they are cause of this, What, THOMAS? where is this knaue? Here, sir. Come, let's goe: this is one of my brothers ancient humours, this. I am glad, no body was hurt by his ancient humour. Why, how now, brother, who enorst this brawle? A sort of lewd rake-hells, that care neither for god, nor the deuill! And, they must come here to reade ballads, and rogery, and trash! Ile marre the knot of 'hem ere I sleepe, perhaps: especially BOB, there: he that's all manner of shapes! and Songs, and sonnets, his fellow. Brother, indeed, you are too violent, To sudden, in your humour: and, you know My brother WEL-BREDS temper will not beare Anie reproofe, chiefly in such a presence, Where euery slight disgrace, he should receiue, Might wound him in opinion, and respect. Respect? what talke you of respect 'mong such, As ha' nor sparke of manhood, nor good manners? 'Sdeynes I am asham'd, to heare you! respect? Yes, there was one a ciuill gentleman, And very worthily demean'd himselfe! O, that was some loue of yours, sister! A loue of mine? I would it were no worse, brother! You'lld pay my portion sooner, then you thinke for. Indeed, he seem'd to be a gentleman of an exceeding faire disposition, and of verie excellent good parts! Her loue, by heauen! my wifes minion! Faire disposition? excellent good parts? Death, these phrases are intollerable! Good parts? how should shee know his parts? His parts? Well, well, well, well, well, well! It is too plaine, too cleere: THOMAS, come hither. What, are they gone? I, sir, they went in. My mistris, and your sister— Are any of the gallants within! No, sir, they are all gone. Art thou sure of it? I can assure you, sir. What gentleman was that they prais'd so, THOMAS? One, they call him master KNO'WELL, a handsome yong gentleman, sir. I, I thought so: my mind gaue me as much. Ile die, but they haue hid him i' the house, Somewhere; Ile goe and search: goe with me, THOMAS. Be true to me, and thou shalt find me a master. WHat TIB, TIB, I say. How now, what cuckold is that knocks so hard? O, husband, ist you? what's the newes? Nay, you haue stonn'd me, I faith! you ha' giu'n me a knock o' the forehead, will stick by me! cuckold? 'Slid, cuckold? Away, you foole, did I know it was you, that knockt? Come, come, you may call me as bad, when you list. May I? TIB, you are a whore. You lye in your throte, husband. How, the lye? and in my throte too? doe you long to bee stab'd, ha?