Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Case Is Altered · chunk 28 of 36

Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals)
comedy · Pembroke's Men
T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.80 · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

He says true, it was for my sake, I will tell him. Sirrah juniper? and yet I will not. What sayest thou sweet Onion? And thou hadst smelled the scent of me when I was in the tree, thou wouldest not have said so: but Sirrah, The case is altered with me, my heart has given love a box of the ear, made him kick up the heels i'faith. Sayest thou me so, wad Greek? how haps it? how chances it. I cannot hold it, juniper, have an eye, look, have an eye to the door, the old proverb's true, I see: gold is but muck. Nay Gods so juniper to the door, an eye to the main chance, here you slave, have an eye. O inexorable! o infallible! o intricate divine, and superficial fortune. Nay, it will be sufficient anon, here, look here. O insolent good luck! How didst thou produce th'intelligence of the gold minerals. I'll tell you that anon, here, make shift, convey, cram. I'll teach you how you shall call for garlic again i'faith. 'sblood what shall we do with all this? we shall near bring it to a consumption. Consumption? why we'll be most sumptuously attired, man. By this gold, I will have three or four most stigmatical suits presently. I'll go in my foot-cloth, I'll turn Gentleman. So will I. But what badge shall we give, what cullison? As for that let's use the infidelity and commiseration of some harlot of arms, he shall give us a gudgeon. A gudgeon? a scutcheon thou wouldst say, man. A scutcheon or a gudgeon, all is one. Well, our arms be good enough, let's look to our legs. Content, we'll be jogging. Rachel? we retire: garlic God boy ye. Farewell sweet Iaques. Farewell sweet Rachel, sweet dog adieu. Nay but sweet Count. Away, I'll hear no more, Never was man so palpably abused, My son so basely marted; and myself Am made the subject of your mirth and scorn. Count Ferneze you tread to hard upon my patience, Do not persist I advise your Lordship. I will persist, and unto thee I speak. Thou, Maximilian thou hast injured me. Before the Lord: Sweet signor. O my father. Lady let your father thank your beauty. By gar me shall be hang for tella dis same, Metella mademoiselle, she tell her sadera. The true Chamount set free, and one left here Of no descent, clad barely in his name. Sirrah boy come hither, and be sure, you speak the simple truth: O pardon moy monsieur, Come leave your pardons, and directly say. What villain is the same that hath usurped, The honoured name and person of Chamount: O monsieur, no point villain, brave Chevalier, monsieur Gasper. monsieur Gasper, on what occasion did they change their names, what was their policy, or their pretext. Me canno tell, par ma foy monsieur. My honourable Lord. Tut tut, be silent.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Case Is Altered
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [revised c.1600]
Company (BritDrama)Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 663 · TCP A04638 · DEEP 541
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1340–1391 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 36 in this edition
Length488 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T6 — Money, debt and credit cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.805 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
He ſaies true, it was for my ſake, I will tell him. Sirra Iuniper? and yet I will not. What ſayeſt thou ſweete Onion? And thou hadſt ſmelt the ſent of me when I was in the tree, thou wouldeſt not haue ſaid ſo: but Sirra, The caſe is alterd with me, my heart has giuen loue a box of the eare, made him kicke vp the heeles I faith. Sayeſt thou me ſo, wad Greeke? how haps it? how chances it. I cannot hold it, Iuniper, haue an eye, looke, haue an eye to the doore, the old prouerb's true, I ſee: gold is but mucke. Nay Gods ſo Iuniper to the doore, an eye to the maine chance, here you ſlaue, haue an eye. O inexorable! ô infallible! ô infricate deuine, and ſuperficiall fortune. Nay, it will be ſufficient anon, here, looke heere. O inſolent good lucke! How didſt thou produce th'intelligence of the gold' mynerals. Ile tell you that anon, heere, make ſhift, conuey, cramme. Ile teach you how you ſhall call for garlike againe I faith. S'bloud what ſhall we do with all this? we ſhall nere bring it to a conſumption. Conſumption? why weele bee moſt ſumptuouſly attir'd, man. By this gold, I will haue three or foure moſt ſtigmaticall ſuites preſently. Ile go in my foot-cloth, Ile turne Gentleman. So will I. But what badge ſhall we giue, what culliſon? As for that lets vſe the infidelity and commiſeration of ſome harrot of armes, he ſhall giue vs a gudgeon. A gudgeon? a ſcutheon thou wouldſt ſay, man. A ſcutcheon or a gudgeon, all is one. Well, our armes be good inough, lets looke to our legges. Content, weele be iogging. Rachel? we retire: garlike God boy ye. Farewell ſweete Iaques. Farewell ſweete Rachel, ſweet dogge adiew. Nay but ſweet Count. Away, Ile heare no more, Neuer was man ſo palpably abuld, My ſonne ſo baſely marted; and my ſelfe Am made the ſubiect of your mirth and ſcorne. Count Ferneze you tread to hard vpon my patience, Do not perſiſt I aduiſe your Lordſhip. I will perſiſt, and vnto thee I ſpeake. Thou. Maximilian thou haſt iniur'd me. Before the Lord: Sweet ſignior. O my father. Lady let your father thank your beauty. By gar me ſhall be hang for tella dis ſame, Metella madamoy ſelle, ſhe tell her ſadera. The true Chamount ſet free, and one left here Of no deſcent, clad barely in his name. Sirrah boy come hither, and be ſure, you ſpeake the ſimple truth: O pardone moy mounſieur, Come leaue your pardons, and directly ſay. What villaine is the ſame that hath vſurpt, The honor'd name and perſon of Chamount: O Mounſieur, no point villaine, braue Cheualier, Mounſieur Gaſper. Mounſieur Gaſper, on what occaſion did they change their names, what was their policy, or their pretext. Me canno tell, par ma foy Mounſieur. My honorable Lord. Tut tut, be ſilent.