Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 525 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
And I will consider thee, in another cup of sack. Here's to thee, which having drunk of, this is my sentence. Pledge me. Thou hast done, or assisted to nothing, in my judgement, but deserves to be pardoned for the wit o' the offence. If thy master, or any man, here, be angry with thee, I shall suspect his engine, while I know him for't. How now? what noise is that! Sir, it is ROGER is come home. Bring him in, bring him in. What! drunk in arms, against me? Your reason, your reason for this. I Beseech your worship to pardon me; I happened into ill company by chance, that cast me into a sleep, and stripped me of all my clothes— Well, tell him, I am justice CLEMENT, and do pardon him: but, what is this to your armour! what may that signify? And 't please you, sir, it hung up i' the room, where I was stripped; and I borrowed it of one o' the drawers, to come home in, because I was loath, to do penance through the street, i' my shirt. Well, stand by a while. Who be these? O, the young company, welcome, welcome. Gi' you joy. Nay, mistress BRIDGET, blush not; you are not so fresh a bride, but the news of it is come hither afore you. Master Bridegroom, I ha' made your peace, give me your hand: so will I for all the rest, ere you forsake my roof. WE are the more bound to your humanity, sir. Only these two, have so little of man in 'em, they are no part of my care. Yes, sir, let me pray you for this gentleman, he belongs, to my sister, the bride. In what place, sir? Of her delight, sir, below the stairs, and in public: her poet, sir. A poet? I will challenge him myself, presently, at extempore. Mount up thy Phlegon muse, and testify, How Saturn, sitting in an ebon cloud, Disrobed his podex white as ivory, And, through the welkin, thundered all aloud. He is not for extempore, sir. He is all for the pocket-muse, please you command a sight of it. Yes, yes, search him for a taste of his vein. You must not deny the queen's justice, Sir, under a writ o' rebellion. What! all this verse? Body o' me, he carries a whole realm, a commonwealth of paper, in's hose! let's see some of his subjects! Unto the boundless Ocean of thy face, Runs this poor river changed with streams of eyes. How? this is stolen! A Parodie! a parody! with a kind of miraculous gift, to make it absurd then it was. Is all the rest, of this batch? Being me a torch; lay it together, and give fire. Cleanse the air. He was enough to have infected, the whole city, if it had not been taken in time! See, see, how our poet's glory shines! brighter, and brighter! still it increases! O, now, it's at the highest: and, now, it declines as fast. You may see. Sic transit gloria mundi. There's an emblem for you, son, and your studies!
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And I will consider thee, in another cup of sack. Here's to thee, which hauing drunke of, this is my sentence. Pledge me. Thou hast done, or assisted to nothing, in my iudgement, but deserues to bee pardon'd for the wit o' the offence. If thy master, or anie man, here, be angrie with thee, I shall suspect his ingine, while I know him for't. How now? what noise is that! Sir, it is ROGER is come home. Bring him in, bring him in. What! drunke in armes, against me? Your reason, your reason for this. I Beseech your worship to pardon me; I happen'd into ill companie by chance, that cast me into a sleepe, and stript me of all my clothes— Well, tell him, I am Iustice CLEMENT, and doe pardon him: but, what is this to your armour! what may that signifie? And 't please you, sir, it hung vp 'i the roome, where I was stript; and I borrow'd it of one o' the drawers, to come home in, because I was loth, to doe penance through the street, i' my shirt. Well, stand by a while. Who be these? O, the yong companie, welcome, welcome. Gi' you ioy. Nay, mistris BRIDGET, blush not; you are not so fresh a bride, but the newes of it is come hither aore you. Master Bridegroome, I ha' made your peace, giue mee your hand: so will I for all the rest, ere you forsake my roofe. WE are the more bound to your humanitie, sir. Only these two, haue so little of man in 'hem, they are no part of my care. Yes, sir, let mee pray you for this gentleman, hee belongs, to my sister, the bride. In what place, sir? Of her delight, sir, below the staires, and in publike: her poet, sir. A poet? I will challenge him my selfe, presently, at extempore. Mount vp thy Phlegon muse, and testifie, How SATVRNE, sitting in an bo cloud, Disro'd his podex white as iuorie, And, through the welkin, thundred all aloud. Hee is not for extempore, sir. Hee is all for the pocket-muse, please you command a sight of it. Yes, yes, search him for a tast of his veine. You must not denie the Queenes Iustice, Sir, vnder a writ o' rebellion. What! all this verse? Bodie o' me, he carries a whole realme, a common-wealth of paper, in's hose! let's see some of his subiects! Vnto the boundlesse Ocean of thy face, Runnes this poore rier chang'd with streames of eyes. How? this is stolne! A Parodie! a parodie! with a kind of miraculous gift, to make it aburder then it was. Is all the rest, of this batch? Being me a torch; lay it together, and giue e. Clense the aire. He was enough to haue infected, the whole citie, if it had not beene taken in time! See, see, how our Poets glorie shines! brighter, and brighter! ull it increases! Ô, now, it's at the highest: and, now, it declines as fast. You may see. Sic transi gloria mundi. There's an embleme for you, sonne, and your studies!