Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Man in His Humor · chunk 50 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace. Why, and he were, sir, his hands were not bound, were they? There's one of the varlets of the city, sir, has brought two gentlemen, here, one, upon your worships warrant. My warrant? Yes, sir. The officer says, procured by these two. Bid him, come in. Set by this picture. What, Mr. Downright! are you brought at Mr. FRESH-WATERS suit, here! i'faith, sir. And here's another brought at my suit. What are you, sir? A gentleman, sir? O, uncle! Uncle? who? master Kno'well? ay, sir! this is a wise kinsman of mine. God's my witness, uncle, I am wronged here monstrously, he charges me with stealing of his cloak, and would I might never stir, if I did not find it in the street, by chance. O, did you find it, now? you said, you bought it, erewhile. And, you said, I stole it; nay, now my uncle is here, I'll do well enough, with you. Well, let this breath a while; you, that have cause to complain, there, stand forth: had you my warrant for this gentleman's apprehension? ay, an't please your worship. Nay, do not speak in passion so: where had you it? Of your clerk, sir? That's well! an' my clerk can make warrants, and my hand not at 'em! Where is the warrant? Officer, have you it? No, sir, your worship's man, master FORMAL, bid me do it, for these gentlemen, and he would be my discharge. Why, master DOWNRIGHT, are you such a novice, to be served, and never see the warrant? Sir. He did not serve it on me. No? how then? marry, sir, he came to me, and said, he must serve it, and he would use me kindly, and so— O, gods pity, was it so, sir? he must serve it? give me my longsword there, and help me of; so. Come on, sir varlet, I must cut off your legs, sirrah: nay, stand up, I'll use you kindly; I must cut off your legs, I say. O, good sir, I beseech you; nay, good master justice. I must do it; there is no remedy. I must cut off your legs, sirrah, I must cut off your ears, you rascal, I must do it; I must cut off your nose, I must cut off your head. O, good your worship. Well, rise, how dost thou do, now? dost thou feel thyself well? hast thou no harm? No, I thank your good worship, sir. Why, so! I said, I must cut off thy legs, and I must cut off thy arms, and I must cut off thy head; but, I did not do it: so, you said, you must serve this gentleman, with my warrant, but, you did not serve him. You knave, you slave, you rogue, do you say you must? sirrah, away with him, to the jail, I'll teach you a trick, for your must, sir.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1651–1681 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 53 in this edition
Length495 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.792
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)
An't please your worship, he was bound to the peace. Why, and he were, sir, his hands were not bound, were they? There's one of the varlets of the citie, sir, ha's brought two gentlemen, here, one, vpon your worships warrant. My warrant? Yes, sir. The officer say's, procur'd by these two. Bid him, come in. Set by this picture. What, Mr. DOWNE-RIGHT! are you brought at Mr. FRESH-WATERS suite, here! I Faith, sir. And here's another brought at my suite. What are you, sir? A gentleman, sir? Ô, vncle! Vncle? who? master KNO'WLL? I, sir! this is a wise kinsman of mine. God's my witnesse, vncle, I am wrong'd here monstrously, hee charges me with stealing of his cloke, and would I might neuer stirre, if I did not find it in the street, by chance. O, did you find it, now? you said, you bought it, ere-while. And, you said, I stole it; nay, now my vncle is here, I'll doe well inough, with you. Well, let this breath a while; you, that haue cause to complaine, there, stand forth: had you my warrant for this gentlemans apprehension? I, an't please your worship. Nay, doe not speake in passion so: where had you it? Of your clarke, sir? That's well! an' my clarke can make warrants, and my hand not at 'hem! Where is the warrant? Officer, haue you it? No, sir, your worship's man, master FORMAL, bid mee doe it, for these gentlemen, and he would be my discharge. Why, master DOWNE-RIGHT, are you such a nouice, to bee seru'd, and neuer see the warrant? Sir. He did not serue it on me. No? how then? Mary, sir, hee came to mee, and said, hee must serue it, and hee would vse me kindly, and so— O, gods pittie, was it so, sir? he must serue it? giue me my long-sword there, and helpe me of; so. Come on, sir varlet, I must ut off your legs, sirrha: nay, stand vp, Ile vse you kindly; I must ut off your legs, I say. O, good sir, I beseech you; nay, good master Iustice. I must doe it; there is no remedie. I must cut off your legs, sirrha, I must cut off your eares, you rascall, I must doe it; I must cut off your nose, I must cut off your head. O, good your worship. Well, rise, how doest thou doe, now? doest thou feele thy selfe well? hast thou no harme? No, I thanke your good worship, sir. Why, so! I said, I must cut off thy legs, and I must cut off thy armes, and I must cut off thy head; but, I did not doe it: so, you said, you must serue this gentleman, with my warrant, but, you did not serue him. You knaue, you slaue, you rogue, doe you say you must? sirrha, away with him, to the iayle, Ile teach you a trick, for your must, sir.