Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 483 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Why, you are no soldier, I hope? O, must you be stabbed by a soldier? Mass, that's true! when was BOBADILL here? your Captain? that rogue, that foist, that fencing Burgullian? I'll tickle him, i'faith. Why, what's the matter? trow! O, he has basted me, rarely, sumptuously! but I have it herein black and white; for his black, and blue: shall pay him. O, the justice! the honestest old brave Trojan in London! I do honour the very flea of his dog. A plague on him though, he put me once in a villainous filthy fear; marry, it vanished away, like the smoke of tobacco: but I was smoked soundly first. I thank the devil, and his good angel, my guest. Well, wife, or TIB (which you will) get you in, and lock the door, I charge you, let nobody in to you; wife, nobody in, to you: those are my words. Not Captain BOB himself, nor the fiend, in his likeness; you are a woman; you have flesh and blood enough in you, to be tempted: therefore, keep the door, shut, upon all comers. I warrant you, there shall nobody enter here, without my consent. Nor, with your consent, sweet TIB, and so I leave you. It's more, than you know, whether you leave me so. How? Why, sweet. Tut, sweet, or sour, thou art a flower, Keep close thy door, I ask no more. WEll Brainworm, perform this business, happily, And thou makest a purchase of my love, forever, i'faith, now let thy spirits use their best faculties. but, at any hand, remember the message, to my brother: for, there's no other means, to start him. I warrant you, sir, fear nothing: I have a nimble soul has waked all forces of my fantasy, by this time, and put 'em in true motion. What you have possessed me withal, I'll discharge it amply, sir. Make it no question. Forth, and prosper, Brainworm. Faith, NED, how dost thou approve of my abilities in this device? Troth, well, howsoever: but, it will come excellent, if it take. Take, man? why, it cannot choose but take, if the circumstances miscarry not: but, tell me, ingenuously, dost thou affect my sister BRIDGET, as thou pretendest? Friend, am I worth belief? Come, do not protest. In faith, she is a maid of good ornament, and much modesty: and, except I conceived very worthily of her, thou shouldest not have her. Nay, that I am afraid will be a question yet, whether I shall have her, or no? 'Slid, thou shalt have her; by this light, thou shalt. Nay, do not swear. By this hand, thou shalt have her: I'll go fetch her, presently. Point, but where to meet, and as I am an honest man, I'll bring her. Hold, hold, be temperate. Why, by— what shall I swear by? thou shalt have her, as I am—
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Why, you are no souldier, I hope? O, must you be stab'd by a souldier? Masse, that's true! when was BOBADILL here? your Captayne? that rogue, that foist, that fencing Burgullian? Ile tickle him, ifaith. Why, what's the matter? trow! O, he has bastd me, rarely, sumptiously! but I haue it herein black and white; for his black, and blew: shall pay him. O, the Iustice! the honestest old braue Troian in London! I doe honour the very flea of his dog. A plague on him though, he put me once in a villanous filthy feare; mary, it vanisht away, like the smoke of tabacco: but I was smok't soundly first. I thanke the deuill, and his good angell, my guest. Well, wife, or TIB (which you will) get you in, and lock the doore, I charge you, let no body in to you; wife, no body in, to you: those are my wordes. Not Captayne BOB himselfe, nor the fiend, in his likenesse; you are a woman; you haue flesh and bloud enough in you, to be tempted: therefore, keepe the doore, shut, vpon all commers. I warrant you, there shall no body enter here, without my consent. Nor, with your consent, sweet TIB, and so I leaue you. It's more, then you know, whether you leaue me so. How? Why, sweet. Tut, sweet, or sowre, thou art a flowre, Keepe close thy dore, I aske no more. WEll BRAYNE-WORME, performe this businesse, happily, And thou makest a purchase of my loue, for-euer, Ifaith, now let thy spirits vse their best faculties. but, at any hand, remember the message, to my brother: for, there's no other meanes, to start him. I warrant you, sir, feare nothing: I haue a nimble soule ha's wakt all forces of my phant'sie, by this time, and put 'hem in true motion. What you haue possest mee withall, Ile discharge it amply, sir. Make it no question. Forth, and prosper, BRAYNE-WORME. Faith, NED, how dost thou approue of my abilities in this deuise? Troth, well, howsoeuer: but, it will come excellent, if it take. Take, man? why, it cannot choose but take, if the circumstances miscarrie not: but, tell me, ingenuously, dost thou affect my sister BRIDGET, as thou pretend'st? Friend, am I worth beliefe? Come, doe not protest. In faith, shee is a maid of good ornament, and much modestie: and, except I conceiu'd very worthily of her, thou shouldest not haue her. Nay, that I am afraid will bee a question yet, whether I shall haue her, or no? Slid, thou shalt haue her; by this light, thou shalt. Nay, doe not sweare. By this hand, thou shalt haue her: Ile goe fetch her, presently. Point, but where to meet, and as I am an honest man, I'll bring her. Hold, hold, be temperate. Why, by—what shall I sweare by? thou shalt haue her, as I am—