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 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Tut! your witness cannot serve. 'sblood? why what, thou art not lunatic, art thou? and thou be'st avoid Mephistopheles. Say the sign should be in Aries now: as it may be for all us, where were your life? Answer me that? He says well, Onion. I indeed does he. Come, come, you are a foolish Naturalist, go, get a white a of an egg, and a little flax, and close the breach of the head, it is the most conducible thing that can be. Martino, do not insinuate upon your good fortune, but play an honest part and bear away the bucklers. My young and simple friend, Paulo Ferneze, Bound me with mighty solemn conjurations, To be true to him, in his love, to Rachel, And to solicit his remembrance still, In his enforced absence, much, i'faith. True to my friend in cases of affection? In women's cases? what a jest it is? How silly he is, that imagines it! He is an ass that will keep promise strictly In any thing that checks his private pleasure; Chiefly in love. 'sblood am not I a man? Have I not eyes that are as free to look? And blood to be inflamed as well as his? And when it is so, shall I not pursue Mine own loves longings, but prefer my friends? I 'tis a good fool, do so, hang me then, Because I swore, alas, who does not know, That lovers perjuries are ridiculous? Have at thee Rachel: I'll go court her sure: For now I know her father is abroad. 'sblood see, he is here, o what damned luck is this? This labour's lost, I must by no means see him. Mischief and hell, what is this man a spirit, Haunts he my house's ghost? still at my door? He has been at my door, he has been in, In my dear door: pray God my gold be safe. God's pity, here's another. Rachel, ho Rachel. God save you honest father. Rachel, God's light, come to me, Rachel, Rachel! Now in God's name what ails he? this is strange! He loves his daughter so, I'll lay my life, That he's afraid, having been now abroad, I come to seek her love unlawfully. 'tis safe, 'tis safe, they have not robbed my treasure. Let it not seem offensive to you sir. Sir, God's my life, sir, sir, call me sir. Good father hear me. You are most welcome sir, I meant almost; and would your worship speak? Would you abase yourself to speak to me? 'tis no abasing father: my intent Is to do further honour to you sir Then only speak: which is to be your son. My gold is in his nostrils, he has smelled it, Break breast, break heart, fall on the earth my entrails, With this same bursting admiration! He knows my gold, he knows of all my treasure, How do you know sir? whereby do you guess? At what sir? what is't you mean?
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Tut! your witneſſe cannot ſerue. S'bloud? why what, thou art not lunatike, art thou? and thou bee'ſt auoide Mephoſtophiles. Say the ſigne ſhoud be in Aries now: as it may be for all vs, where were your life? Anſwere me that? Hee ſayes well, Onion. I indeed doo's he. Come, come, you are a fooliſh Naturaliſt, go, get a white a of an egge, and a little flax, and cloſe the breach of the head, it is the moſt conducible thing that can be. Martino, do not inſinuate vpon your good fortune, but play an honeſt part and beare away the bucklers. My yong and ſimple friend, Paulo Ferneze, Bound me with mighty ſolemne coniurations, To be true to him, in his loue, to Rachel, And to ſolicite his remembrance ſtill, In his enforced abſence, much, I faith. True to my friend in caſes of affection? In womens caſes? what a ieſt it is? How ſilly he is, that imagines it! He is an aſſe that will keepe promiſe ſtricktly In any thing that checkes his priuate pleaſure; Chiefly in loue. S'bloud am not I a man? Haue I not eyes that are as free to looke? And bloud to be enflam'd as well as his? And when it is ſo, ſhall I not purſue Mine owne loues longings, but preferre my friends? I tis a good foole, do ſo, hang me then, Becauſe I ſwore, alas, who doo's not know, That louers periuries are ridiculous? Haue at thee Rachel: Ile go court her ſure: For now I know her father is abroad. S'bloud ſee, he is here, ô what damn'd lucke is this? This labour's loſt, I muſt by no meanes ſee him. Miſchiefe and hell, what is this man a ſpirit, Haunts he my houſes ghoſt? ſtill at my doore? He has beene at my doore, he has beene in, In my deere doore: pray God my gold be ſafe. Gods pitty, heres another. Rachel, ho Rachel. God ſaue you honeſt father. Rachel, Gods light, come to me, Rachel, Rachel! Now in Gods name what ayles he? this is ſtrange! He loues his daughter ſo, Ile lay my life, That hee's afraid, hauing beene now abroad, I come to ſeeke her loue vnlawfully. Tis ſafe, tis ſafe, they haue notrob'd my treaſure. Let it not feeme offenſiue to you ſir. Sir, Gods my life, ſir, ſir, call me ſir. Good father here me. You are moſt welcome ſir, I meant almoſt; and would your worſhip ſpeake? Would you abaſe your ſelfe to ſpeake to me? Tis no abaſing father: my intent Is to do further honour to you ſir Then onely ſpeake: which is to be your ſonne. My gold is in his noſtrels, he has ſmelt it, Breake breaſt, breake heart, fall on the earth my entrailes, With this ſame burſting admiration! He knowes my gold, he knowes of all my treaſure, How do you know ſir? whereby do you gueſſe? At what ſir? what iſt you meane?