Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.
This tale hath lost thee much of the late trust, Thou hadst with me; it is impossible: I know not how to lend it any thought, My father should be so unnatural. It is a confidence, that well becomes Your piety; and formed (no doubt) it is, From your own simple innocence: which makes Your wrong more monstrous, and abhorred. But, sir, I now, will tell you more. This very minute, It is, or will be doing: And, if you Shall be but pleased to go with me, I'll bring you, (I dare not say where you shall see, but) where Your ear shall be a witness of the deed; Hear yourself written bastard: and professed The common issue of the earth. I'm mazed! Sir, if I do it not, draw your just sword, And score your vengeance, on my front, and face; Mark me your villain: You have too much wrong, And I do suffer for you, sir. My heart Weeps blood, in anguish— Lead. I follow thee. MOSCA stays long, methinks. Bring forth your sports And help, to make the wretched time more sweet. Dwarf, Fool, and Eunuch, well met here we be. A question it were now, whether of us three, Being all the known delicates of a rich man, In pleasing him, claim the precedency can? I claim for myself. And, so doth the fool. 'Tis foolish indeed: let me set you both to school. First, for your dwarf, he's little, and witty, And every thing, as it is little, is pretty; Else why do men say to a creature of my shape, So soon as they see him, it's a pretty little ape? And, why a pretty ape? but for pleasing imitation Of greater men's action, in a ridiculous fashion. Beside, this feat body of mine doth not crave Half the meat, drink, and cloth, one of your bulks will have. Admit, your fools face be the mother of laughter, Yet, for his brain, it must always come after: And, though that do feed him, it's a pitiful case, His body is beholding to such a bad face. Who's there? my couch, away, look, NANO, see: Give me my caps, first— go, inquire. Now, CUPID Send it be MOSCA, and with fair return. It is the beauteous madam— WOULD-BE— is it? The same. Now, torment on me; squire her in: For she will enter, or dwell here for ever. Nay, quickly, that my fit were passed. I fear A second hell too, that my loathing this Will quite expel my appetite to the other: Would she were taking, now, her tedious leave. Lord, how it threats me, what I am to suffer! I Thank you, good sir. Pray you signify Unto your patron, I am here. This band Shows not my neck enough (I trouble you, sir, Let me request you, bid one of my women Come hither to me) in good faith, ay, am dressed Most favourably, today, it is no matter, 'Tis well enough. Look, see, these petulant things! How they have done this!
seed 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)
This tale hath lost thee much of the late trust, Thou hadst with me; it is impossible: I know not how to lend it any thought, My father should be so vnnaturall. It is a confidence, that well becomes Your pietie; and form'd (no doubt) it is, From your owne simple innocence: which makes Your wrong more monstrous, and abhor'd. But, sir, I now, will tell you more. This verie minute, It is, or will be doing: And, if you Shall be but pleas'd to goe with me, I'le bring you, (I dare not say where you shall see, but) where Your eare shall be a witnesse of the deed; Heare your selfe written bastard: and profest The common issue of the earth. I'm maz'd! Sir, if I doe it not, draw your iust sword, And score your vengeance, on my front, and face; Marke me your villaine: You haue too much wrong, And I doe suffer for you, sir. My heart Weepes bloud, in anguish— Lead. I follow thee. MOSCA stayes long, me thinkes. Bring forth your sports And helpe, to make the wretched time more sweet. Dwarfe, Foole, and Eunuch, well met here we be. A question it were now, whether of vs three, Being all the knowne delicates of a rich man, In pleasing him, claime the precedencie can? I claime for my selfe. And, so doth the foole. 'Tis foolish indeed: let me set you both to schoole. First, for your dwarfe, hee's little, and wittie, And euery thing, as it is little, is prittie; Else why doe men say to a creature of my shape, So soone as they see him, it's a pritty little ape? And, why a pritty ape? but for pleasing imitation Of greater mens action, in a ridiculous fashion. Beside, this feat body of mine doth not craue Halfe the meat, drinke, and cloth, one of your bulkes will haue. Admit, your fooles face be the mother of laughter, Yet, for his braine, it must alwaies come after: And, though that doe feed him, it's a pittifull case, His body is beholding to such a bad face. Who's there? my couch, away, looke, NANO, see: Giue me my cappes, first—go, enquire. Now, CVPID Send it be MOSCA, and with faire returne. It is the beauteous madam— WOVLD-BE—is it? The same. Now, torment on me; squire her in: For she will enter, or dwell here for euer. Nay, quickely, that my fit were past. I feare A second hell too, that my loathing this Will quite expell my appetite to the other: Would shee were taking, now, her tedious leaue. Lord, how it threates me, what I am to suffer! I Thanke you, good sir. 'Pray you signifie Vnto your patron, I am here. This band Shewes not my neck inough (I trouble you, sir, Let me request you, bid one of my women Come hither to me) in good faith, I, am drest Most fauourably, to day, it is no matter, 'Tis well inough. Looke, see, these petulant things! How they haue done this!