Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 38 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

Pray thee, be at peace, I am satisfied: and do believe, thou wilt omit no offered occasion, to make my desires complete. Thou shalt see, and know, I will not. WAs your man a soldier, sir? ay, a knave, I took him begging o' the way, This morning, as I came over More-fields! O, here he is! yo' have made fair speed, believe me: Where, i' the name of sloth, could you be thus— marry, peace be my comfort, where I thought I should have had little comfort of your worship's service. How so? O, sir! your coming to the city, your entertainment of me, and your sending me to watch— indeed, all the circumstances either of your charge, or my employment, are as open to your son, as to yourself! How should that be! unless that villain, Brainworm, Have told him of the letter, and discovered All that I strictly charged him to conceal? 'tis so! I am, partly, o' the faith, 'tis so indeed. But, how should he know thee to be my man? Nay, sir, I cannot tell; unless it be by the black art! Is not your son a scholar, sir? Yes, but I hope his soul is not allied Unto such hellish practice: if it were, I had just cause to weep my part in him, And curse the time of his creation. But, where didst thou find them, FITZ- SWORD? You should rather ask, where they found me, sir, for, I'll be sworn I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when (of a sudden) a voice calls, Mr KNOW- Well's man; another cries, soldier: and thus, halfe a dozen of 'em, till they had called me within a house where I no sooner came, but thy seemed men, and out slew all their rapiers at my bosom, with some three or four score oaths to accompany 'em, & all to tell me, I was but a dead man, if I did not confess where you were, and how I was employed, and about what; which, when they could not get out of me (as I protest, they must ha' dissected, and made an Anatomy o'me, first, and so I told 'em) the locked me up into a room i' the top of a high house, whence, by a great miracle (having a light heart) I slid down, by a bottom of packthread, into the street, and so scaped. But, sir, thus much I can assure you, for I heard it, while I was locked up, there were a great many rich merchants, and brave citizens wives with 'em at a feast, and your son, Mr. EDWARD, withdrew with one of 'em, and has pointed to meet her anon, at one COB'S house, a water-bearer, that dwells by the wall. Now, there, your worship shall be sure to take him, for there he preys, and fail he will not.
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PlayEvery Man in His Humor
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1598
First performance (BritDrama)1598 [Sep]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 405 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.01
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 1282–1303 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 53 in this edition
Length486 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.815
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Pray thee, be at peace, I am satisfied: and doe beleeue, thou wilt omit no offered occasion, to make my desires compleat. Thou shalt see, and know, I will not. WAs your man a souldier, sir? I, a knaue, I tooke him begging o' the way, This morning, as I came ouer More-fields! O, here he is! yo' haue made faire speed, beleeue me: Where, i' the name of sloth, could you be thus— Mary, peace be my comfort, where I thought I should haue had little comfort of your worships seruice. How so? O, sir! your comming to the citie, your entertainement of me, and your sending me to watch—indeed, all the circumstances either of your charge, or my imployment, are as open to your sonne, as to your selfe! How should that be! vnlesse that villaine, BRAYNE-WORME, Haue told him of the letter, and discouer'd All that I strictly charg'd him to conceale? 'tis so! I am, partly, o' the faith, 'tis so indeed. But, how should he know thee to be my man? Nay, sir, I cannot tell; vnlesse it bee by the black art! Is not your sonne a scholler, sir? Yes, but I hope his soule is not allied Vnto such hellish practise: if it were, I had iust cause to weepe my part in him, And curse the time of his creation. But, where didst thou find them, FITZ-SWORD? You should rather aske, where they found me, sir, for, Ile bee sworne I was going along in the street, thinking nothing, when (of a suddain) a voice calls, Mr KNO-WEL's man; another cries, souldier: and thus, halfe a dosen of 'hem, till they had cal'd me within a house where I no sooner came, but thy seem'd men, and out flue al their rapiers at my bosome, with some three or foure score oathes to accompanie 'hem, & al to tel me, I was but a dead man, if I did not confesse where you were, and how I was imployed, and about what; which, when they could not get out of me (as I protest, they must ha' dissected, and made an Anatomie o'me, first, and so I told 'hem) the lockt mee vp into a roome i' the top of a high house, whence, by a great miracle (hauing a light heart) I slid downe, by a bottom of pack-thred, into the street, and so scapt. But, sir, thus much I can assure you, for I heard it, while I was lockt vp, there were a great many rich merchants, and braue citizens wiues with 'hem at a feast, and your sonne, Mr. EDWARD, with-drew with one of 'hem, and has pointed to meet her anon, at one COBS house, a water-bearer, that dwells by the wall. Now, there, your worship shall be sure to take him, for there he preyes, and faile he will not.