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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
My Lord these circumstances would come well, To one less capable of your desert Than I: in whom your merit is confirmed With such authentical and grounded proofs. Well I will use no more. Gasper adieu. Farewell my honoured Lord. Commend me to the Lady, my good Gasper. I had remembered that had not you urged it. Once more adieu sweet Gasper. My good Lord. Thy virtues are more precious than thy name, Kind gentleman I would not sell thy love, For all the earthly objects that mine eyes, Have ever tasted, sure thou art nobly borne, however fortune hath obscured thy birth: For native honour sparkles in thine eyes, How may I bless the time wherein Chamont My honoured father did surprise vicenza, Where this my friend (known by no name) was found, Being then a child and scarce of power to speak, To whom my father gave this name of Gasper, And as his own respected him to death, Since when we two have shared our mutual fortunes, With equal spirits, and but deaths rude hand, No violence shall dissolve this sacred band. Fellow juniper, no more of thy songs and sonnets, sweet juniper, no more of thy hymns and madrigals, thou singest, but I sigh. What's the matter Peter ha? what in an Academy still, still in sable, and costly black array? ha? Prithee rise mount, mount sweet juniper, for I go down the wind, and yet I puff: for I am vexed. Ha Bully? vexed? what intoxicate? is thy brain in a quintessence? an Idea? a metamorphosis? an Apology? ha rogue? come this love feeds upon thee, I see by thy cheeks, and drinks healths of vermilion, tears I see by thine eyes. I confess Cupid's carouse, he plays super negulum with my liquour of life Tut, thou art a goose to be Cupid's gull, go to, no more of this contemplations, & calculations, mourn not, for Rachel's thine own For that let the higher powers work: but sweet juniper, I am not sad for her, and yet for her in a second person, or if not so yet in a third. How second person? away, away, in the crotchets already Longitude and Latitude? what second? what person? ha? juniper, I'll bewray myself before thee, for thy company is sweet unto me, but I must entreat thy helping hand in the case. Tut? no more of this surquedry; I am thine own? ad ungem upsy freeze: pell-mell, come, what case? what case? For the case it may be any man's case, as well as mine, Rachel I mean, but I'll meddle with her anon, in the mean time, Valentine is the man hath wronged me. How my Ingle wrong thee, is't possible? Your Ingle, hang him infidel, well and if I be not revenged one him let Peter Onion (by the infernal Gods) be turned to all eke or a scallion, I spoke to him for a ditty for this hankercher.
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My Lord theſe circumſtances would come well, To one leſſe capable of your deſert Then I: in whom your mirrit is confirmed With ſuch authenticall and grounded proues. Well I will vſe no more. Gaſper adiew. Farewell my honored Lord. Commend me to the Lady, my good Gaſper. I had remembred that had not you vrgd it. Once more adiew ſweet Gaſper. My good Lord. Thy vertues are more precious then thy name, Kind gentleman I would not ſell thy loue, For all the earthly obiects that mine eyes, Haue euer taſted, ſure thou art nobly borne, How euer fortune hath obſcurd thy birth: For natiue honour ſparkles in thine eyes, How may I bleſſe the time wherein Chamont My honored father did ſurpriſe vicenza, Where this my friend (knowen by no name) was found, Being then a child and ſcarce of power to ſpeake, To whom my father gaue this name of Gaſper, And as his owne reſpected him to death, Since when wee two haue ſhard our mutuall fortunes, With equall ſpirits, and but deathes rude hand, No violence ſhall diſſolue this ſacred band. Fellow Iuniper, no more of thy ſongs and ſonets, ſweet Iuniper, no more of thy hymnes and madrigals, thou ſing'ſt, but I ſigh. Whats the matter Peter ha? what in an Academy ſtill, ſtill in ſable, and coſtly black array? ha? Prithee riſe mount, mount ſweet Iuniper, for I goe downe the wind, and yet I puffe: for I am vext. Ha Bully? vext? what intoxicate? is thy braine in a quinteſcence? an Idea? a metamorphoſis? an Apology? ha rogue? come this loue feeds vpon thee, I ſee by thy cheekes, and drinkes healthes of vermilion, teares I ſee by thine eyes. I confeſſe Cupids carouſe, he plaies ſuper negulum with my liquor of life Tut, thou art a gooſe to be Cupids gull, go to, no more of this contemplations, & calculations, mourne not, for Rachels thine owne For that let the higher powers worke: but ſweet Iuniper, I am not ſad for her, and yet for her in a ſecond perſon, or f not ſo yet in a third. How ſecond perſon? away, away, in the crotchets already Longitude and Latitude? what ſecond? what perſon? ha? Iuniper, Ile bewray my ſelfe before thee, for thy company is ſweet vnto me, but I muſt entreat thy helping hand in the caſe. Tut? no more of this ſurquedry; I am thine owne? ad vngem vpſie freeze: pell mell, come, what caſe? what caſe? For the caſe it may be any mans caſe, aſwell as mine, Rachel I meane, but Ile medle with her anon, in the meane time, lentine is the man hath wrongd me. How my Ingle wrong thee, iſt poſſible? Your Ingle, hang him infidell, well and if I be not reuengd one him let Peter Onion (by the infernall Gods) be turned to al eeke or a ſcalion, I ſpake to him for a ditty for this handkerchier.