Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Volpone, or The Fox · chunk 53 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 514 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Give 'em their liberty. Heaven could not, long, let such gross crimes be hid. If this be held the high way to get riches, May I be poor. This 's not the gain, but torment. These possess wealth, as sick men possess fevers, Which, truelier may be said to possess them. disrobe that parasite. Most honoured fathers. Can you plead aught to stay the course of justice? If you can, speak. We beg favour, And mercy. You hurt your innocence, suing for the guilty. Stand forth; and, first, the parasite. You appear T' have been the chiefest minister, if not plotter, In all these lewd impostures; and now, lastly, Have, with your impudence, abused the court, And habit of a gentleman of Venice, Being a fellow of no birth, or blood: For which, our sentence is, first thou be whipped; Then live perpetual prisoner in our galleys. I thank you, for him. Bane to thy wolvish nature. Deliver him to the Saffi. Thou, VOLPONE, By blood, and rank a gentleman, canst not fall Under like censure; but our judgement on thee Is, that thy substance all be straight confiscate To the hospital, of the Incurabili: And, since the most was gotten by imposture, By feigning lame, gout, palsy, and such diseases, Thou art to lie in prison, cramped with irons, Till thou be'st sick, and lame indeed. Remove him. This is called mortifying of a fox. Thou VOLTORE, to take away the scandal Thou hast given all worthy men, of thy profession, Art banished from their fellowship, and our state. CORBACCIO, bring him near. We here possess Thy son, of all thy state; and confine thee To the monastery of San' Spirito: Where, since thou knew'st not how to live well here, Thou shalt be learned to die well. Ha! what said he? You shall know anon, sir. Thou CORVINO, shalt Be straight embarked from thine own house, and rowed Round about Venice, through the grand canal, Wearing a cap, with fair, long ass's ears, In stead of horns: and, so to mount (a paper Pined on thy breast) to the berlino— Yes, And, have mine eyes beat out with stinking fish, Bruised fruit, and rotten eggs— 'Tis well. I'm glad, I shall not see my shame, yet. And to expiate Thy wrongs done to thy wife, thou art to send her Home, to her father, with her dowry trebled: And these are all your judgements. Honoured fathers.) Which may not be revoked. Now, you begin, When crimes are done, and past, and to be punished, To think what your crimes are: away with them. Let all, that see these vices thus rewarded, Take heart, and love to study 'em. mischiefs feed Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed. THe seasoning of a play is the applause. Now, though the fox be punished by the laws, He, yet, doth hope there is no suffering due, For any fact, which he hath done 'gainst you; If there be, censure him: here he, doubtful, stands. If not, fare jovially, and clap your hands.
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PlayVolpone, or The Fox
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [1605-1606]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1605-1606]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 606 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.12
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 3672–3742 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 53 of 53 in this edition
Length514 words · 733 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.773
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)
Giue 'hem their liberty. Heauen could not, long, let such grosse crimes be hid. If this be held the high way to get riches, May I be poore. This 's not the gaine, but torment. These possesse wealth, as sicke men possesse feuers, Which, trulyer may be said to possesse them. Disroabe that parasite. Most honor'd fathers. Can you plead ought to stay the course of iustice? If you can, speake. We beg fauor, And mercy. You hurt your innocence, suing for the guilty. Stand forth; and, first, the parasite. You appeare T' haue beene the chiefest minister, if not plotter, In all these lewd impostures; and now, lastly, Haue, with your impudence, abus'd the court, And habit of a gentleman of Venice, Being a fellow of no birth, or bloud: For which, our sentence is, first thou be whipt; Then liue perpetuall prisoner in our gallies. I thanke you, for him. Ban to thy wooluish nature. Deliuer him to the Saffi. Thou, VOLPONE, By bloud, and ranke a gentleman, canst not fall Vnder like censure; but our iudgement on thee Is, that thy substance all be straight confiscate To the hospitall, of the Incurabili: And, since the most was gotten by imposture, By faining lame, gout, palsey, and such diseases, Thou art to lie in prison, crampt with irons, Till thou bee'st sicke, and lame indeed. Remoue him. This is call'd mortifying of a FOXE. Thou VOLTORE, to take away the scandale Thou hast giu'n all worthy men, of thy profession, Art banish'd from their fellowship, and our state. CORBACCIO, bring him neere. We here possesse Thy sonne, of all thy state; and confine thee To the monasterie of San' Spirito: Where, since thou knew'st not how to liue well here, Thou shalt be learn'd to die well. Ha! what said he? You shall know anone, sir. Thou CORVINO, shalt Be straight imbarqu'd from thine owne house, and row'd Round about Venice, through the grand canale, Wearing a cap, with faire, long asses eares, In stead of hornes: and, so to mount (a paper Pin'd on thy brest) to the berlino — Yes, And, haue mine eies beat out with stinking fish, Bruis'd fruit, and rotten egges—'Tis well. I'am glad, I shall not see my shame, yet. And to expiate Thy wrongs done to thy wife, thou art to send her Home, to her father, with her dowrie trebled: And these are all your iudgements. Honour'd fathers.) Which may not be reuok'd. Now, you begin, When crimes are done, and past, and to be punish'd, To thinke what your crimes are: away with them. Let all, that see these vices thus rewarded, Take heart, and loue to study'hem. Mischiefes feed Like beasts, till they be fat, and then they bleed. THe seasoning of a play is the applause. Now, though the FOXE be punish'd by the lawes, He, yet, doth hope there is no suffring due, For any fact, which he hath done 'gainst you; If there be, sensure him: here he, doubtfull, stands. If not, fare iouially, and clap your hands.