Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
For God's sake be not so inviolable, I am no ambuscado, what predicament call you this, why do you intimate so much. I can feel nothing. by'r Lady but Onion feels something. Soft sir, you are not yet gone, shake your legs, come, and your arms, be brief, stay let me see these drums, these kilderkins, these bombard slops, what is it crams 'em so. Nothing but hair. That's true, I had almost forgot this rug, this hedgehogs nest, this hay mow, this bears skin, this heath, this firsbush. O let me go, you tear my hair, you resolve my brains and understanding. Heart, thou art somewhat eased? half of my fear Hath ta'en his leave of my, the other halfe Still keeps possession in despite of hope, Until these amorous eyes, court my fair gold: Dear I come to thee: friend, why art not gone? Avoid my soul's vexation, Sathan hence? Why dost thou stare on me, why dost thou stay? Why poorest thou on the ground with thievish eyes? What seest thou there, thou cur? what gapest thou at? Hence from my house, Rachel, send garlic forth. I am gone sir, I am gone, for God's sake stay. Pack, and thank God thou scapest so well away. If I scape this tree, destinies, I defy you. I cannot see by any Characters Writ on this earth, that any felon foot Hath ta'en acquaintance of this hallowed ground. None sees me: knees do homage to your Lord. 'tis safe, 'tis safe, it lies and sleeps so soundly, 'twould do one good to look on't. If this bliss Be given to any man that hath much gold, justly to say 'tis safe, I say 'tis safe. O what a heavenly round these two words dance Within me and without me: First I think hem, And then I speak hem, than I watch their sound, And drink it greedily with both mine ears, Then think, then speak, then drink their sound again, And racket round about this Body's court. These two sweet words: 'tis safe: stay I will feed My other senses, o how sweet it smells I mar'le he smells not Onion, being so near it. Down to thy grave again, thou beauteous Ghost, Angels men say, are spirits: Spirits be Invisible, bright angels are you so? Be you invisible to every eye. Save only these: Sleep, I'll not break your rest, Though you break mine: Dear Saints adieu, adieu: My feet part from you, but my soul dwells with you. Is he gone? o Fortune my friend, & not fortune my foe, I come down to embrace thee, and kiss thy great toe. Fellow Onion? Peter. Fellow juniper. What's the old panurgo gone? departed, cosmografied, ha? O ay, and hark Sirrah. Shall I tell him? no. Nay, be brief and declare, stand not upon conundrums now, thou knowest what contagious speeches I have suffered for thy sake and he should come again and invent me here.
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For Gods ſake be not ſo inuiolable, I am no ambuſcado, what predicament call you this, why do you intimate ſo much. I can feele nothing. Bir Lady but Onion feeles ſomething. Soft ſir, you are not yet gon, ſhake your legs, come, and your armes, be briefe, ſtay let me ſee theſe drums, theſe kilderkins, theſe bombard ſlops, what is it crams hem ſo. Nothing but haire. Thats true, I had almoſt forgot this rug, this hedghogs neſt, this hay mowe, this beares ſkin, this heath, this firſbuſh. O let me goe, you teare my haire, you reluolue my braines and vnderſtanding. Heart, thou art ſomewhat eas'd? halfe of my feare Hath tane his leaue of my, the other halfe Still keepes poſſeſſion in diſpight of hope, Vntill theſe amorous eyes, court my faire gold: Deare I come to thee: friend, why art not gone? Auoid my ſoules vexation, Sathan hence? Why doeſt thou ſtare on me, why doeſt thou ſtay? Why por'ſt thou on the ground with theeuiſh eyes? What ſee'ſt thou there, thou curre? what gap'ſt thou at? Hence from my houſe, Rachel, ſend garlick forth. I am gone ſir, I am gone, for Gods ſake ſtay. Pack, and thanke God thou ſcap'ſt ſo well away. If I ſcape this tree, deſtinies, I defie you. I cannot ſee by any Characters Writ on this earth, that any fellon foote Hath tane acquaintance of this hallowed ground. None ſees me: knees do homage to your Lord. Tis ſafe, tis ſafe, it lyes and ſleepes ſo ſoundly, Twould do one good to looke on't. If this bliſſe Be giuen to any man that hath much gold, Iuſtly to ſay tis ſafe, I ſay tis ſafe. O what a heauenly round theſe two words dance Within me and without me: Firſt I thinke hem, And then I ſpeake hem, then I watch their ſound, And drinke it greedily with both mine eares, Then thinke, then ſpeake, then drinke their ſound againe, And racket round about this bodies court. Theſe two ſweet words: tis ſafe: ſtay I will feed My other ſences, ô how ſweet it ſmels I mar'le he ſmels not Onion, being ſo neere it. Downe to thy graue againe, thou beauteous Ghoſt, Angels men ſay, are ſpirits: Spirits be Inuiſible, bright angels are you ſo? Be you inuiſible to euery eye. Saue onely theſe: Sleepe, Ile not breake your reſt, Though you breake mine: Deare Saints adiew, adiew: My feete part from you, but my ſoule dwels with you. Is he gone? ô Fortune my friend, & not fortune my foe, I come downe to embrace thee, and kiſſe thy great toe. Fellow Onion? Peter. Fellow Iuniper. What's the old panurgo gone? departed, coſmografied, ha? O I, and harke Sirrah. Shall I tell him? no. Nay, be briefe and declare, ſtand not vpon conodrums now, thou knoweſt what contagious ſpeeches I haue ſufferd for thy ſake and he ſhould come againe and inuent me here.