Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 466 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Do you acknowledge it? nay then you shall go forth, I'll teach you how shall acknowledge it another time; go to, void, I must have the hall purged, no setting up of a rest here, pack, begone. I pray you sir is not your name Onion? Your friend as you may use him, and M. Onion, say on. M. Onion with a murrain, come come put off this lions hide, your ears have discovered you, why Peter! do not I know you Peter? God's so, Valentine! O can you take knowledge of me now sir? Good Lord, sirrah, how thou art altered with thy travel? Nothing so much as thou art with thine office, but sirrah, Onion is the Count Ferneze at home? I Bully, he is above; and the Lord Paulo Ferneze, his son, and Madam Aurelia, & madam Phaenixella, his daughters, But O Valentine? How now man, how dost thou? Faith sad, heavy, as a man of my coat ought to be. Why man, thou wert merry enough even now. True, but thou knowest All creatures here sojourning, upon this wretched earth, Sometimes have a fit of mourning, as well as a fit of mirth. O Valentine, mine old Lady is dead, man. Dead! i'faith. When died she? Mary, tomorrow shall be three months, she was seen going to heaven they say, about some five weeks agone! how now? trickling tears, ha? Faith thou hast made me weep with this news. Faith thou hast made me weep with this news. Why I have done but the part of an Onion, you must pardon me. What Valentine? fellow Onion, take my dish I prithee you rogue sirrah, tell me, how thou dost, sweet Ingle. Faith, juniper, the better to see thee thus frolic. Nay, slid I am no changeling, I am juniper still. I keep the pristmate ha, you mad hierogliphic, when shall we swagger. hierogliphic, what meanest thou by that. Mean? God's so, is't not a good word man? what? stand upon meaning with your friends. Puh, abscond. Why, but stay, stay, how long has this sprightly humour haunted thee? Foe humour, a foolish natural gift we have in the equinoctial. Natural, slid it may be supernatural, this? Valentine, I prithee ruminate thyself welcome. What fortuna de la Guerra. O how pitifully are these words forced. As though they were pumped out on's belly. Sirrah Ingle, I think thou hast seen all the strange countries in Christendom since thou went'st? I have seen some juniper. You have seen Constantinople? ay, that I have. And Ierusalem, and the Indies, and Goodwin sands, and the tower of Babylon, and Venice and all. I all; no marle and he have a nimble tongue, if he practise to vault thus from one side of the world to another.
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Do you acknowledge it? nay then you ſhall go forth, Ile teach you how ſhall acknowledge it another time; go to, void, I muſt haue the hall purg'd, no ſetting vp of a reſt here, packe, begone. I pray you ſir is not your name Onion? Your friend as you may vſe him, and M. Onion, ſay on. M. Onion with a murraine, come come put off this Lyons hide, your eares haue diſcouered you, why Peter! do not I know you Peter? Gods ſo, Valentine! O can you take knowledge of me now ſir? Good Lord, ſirra, how thou art altred with thy trauell? Nothing ſo much as thou art with thine office, but ſirra, Onion is the Count Ferneze at home? I Bully, he is aboue; and the Lord Paulo Ferneze, his ſon, and Maddam Aurelia, & maddam Phaenixella, his daughters, But O Valentine? How now man, how doſt thou? Faith ſad, heauy, as a man of my coate ought to be. Why man, thou wert merry inough euen now. True, but thou knoweſt All creatures here ſoiorning, vpon this wretched earth, Sometimes haue a fit of mourning, as well as a fit of mirth. O Valentine, mine old Lady is dead, man. Dead! I faith. When dyed ſhe? Mary, to morrow ſhall be three months, ſhe was ſeene going to heauen they ſay, about ſome fiue weekes agone! how now? trickling teares, ha? Faith thou haſt made me weepe with this newes. Faith thou haſt made me weepe with this newes. Why I haue done but the parte of an Onion, you muſt pardon me. What Valentiue? fellow Onion, take my diſh I prithee you rogue ſirrah, tell me, how thou doſt, ſweet Ingle. Faith, Iuniper, the better to ſee thee thus frolicke. Nay, ſlid I am no changling, I am Iuniper ſtill. I keepe the priſtmate ha, you mad Hierogliphick, when ſhal we ſwagger. Hierogliphick, what meaneſt thou by that. Meane? Gods ſo, iſt not a good word man? what? ſtand vpon meaning with your freinds. Puh, Abſconde. Why, but ſtay, ſtay, how long has this ſprightly humor haunted thee? Foe humour, a fooliſh naturall gift we haue in the Aequinoctiall. Naturall, ſlid it may be ſupernaturall, this? Valentine, I prithee ruminate thy ſelfe welcome. What fortuna de la Guerra. O how pittifully are theſe words forc't. As though they were pumpt out on's belly. Sirrah Ingle, I thinke thou haſt ſeene all the ſtrange countries in Chriſtendome ſince thou wentſt? I haue ſeene ſome Iuniper. You haue ſeene Conſtantinople? I, that I haue. And Ieruſalem, and the Indies, and Goodwine ſands, and the tower of Babylon, and Venice and all. I all; and he haue a nimble tong, if he practiſe to vault thus from one ſide of the world to another.