Jonson, Ben · published 1609 · first performed or written 1597 [1597-1598; interpolations later] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Tread out I say, so, I thank you, is this the boy. Ave monsieur. Who gave you that name. Give me de name, vat name: He thought your name had been, we young gentlemen, you must do more than his legs can do for him, bear with him sir. Sirrah give me instance of your carriage? you'll serve my turn, will you? What? turn upon the toe. O signor no. Page will you follow me, i'll give you good exhibition. By gar, shall not alone follow you, but shall lead you to. Plaguy boy, he soothes his humour? these french villains ha' pocky wits. Here? disarm me? take my scimitary. O rare, this would be a rare man, and he had a little travel, Balthasar, Martino, put off your shoes, and bid him cobble them. Friends, friends, but pardon me for fellows, no more in occupation, no more in corporation, 'tis so pardon me, the case is altered, this is law, but i'll stand to nothing. Fat so me tinke. Well then God save the Duke's Majesty, is this any harm now? speak, is this any harm now. No nor good neither, 'sblood? Do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? ay sir, we do. You do indeed? I indeed sir. 'tis sufficient, Page carry my purse, dog me? Gentlemen leave him not, you see in what case he is, he is not in adversity, his purse is full of money, leave him not? Nay gentle Rachel? Away? forbear? ungentle Angelo, Touch not my body, with those impious hands, That like hot Irons sear my trembling heart, And make it hiss, at your disloyalty. Was this your drift? to use Ferneze's name? Was he your fittest stale, o wild dishonour! Stay noble sir? 'sblood how like a puppet do you talk now? Dishonour? what dishonour? come, come, fool, Nay then I see you're peevish, S'heart dishonour? To have you to a priest and marry you, And put you in an honourable state. To marry me? o heaven, can it be? That men should live with such unfeeling souls, Without or touch or conscience of religion, Or that their warping appetites should spoil Those honoured forms, that the true seal of friendship Had set upon their faces. Do you hear? what needs all this? say, will you have me, or no? I'll have you gone, and leave me, if you would. Leave you? I was accursed to bring you hither, And make so fair an offer to a fool. A pox upon you, why should you be coy, What good thing have you in you to be proud of? Are y'any other than a beggar's daughter? Because you have beauty. O God's light a blast. I Angelo. You scornful baggage, I loved thee not so much, but now I hate thee. Upon my knees, you heavenly powers, I thank you, That thus have tamed his wild affections.
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Tread out I ſay, ſo, I thanke you, is this the boy. Aue mounſieur. Who gaue you that name. Giue me de name, vat name: He thought your name had been, we yong gentlemen, you muſt do more then his legges can do for him, beare with him ſir. Sirrah giue me inſtance of your carriage? youle ſerue my turne, will you? What? turne vpon the toe. O ſignior no. Page will you follow me, ile giue you good exhibition. By gar, ſhal not alone follow you, but ſhal leade you to. Plaguie boy, he ſooths his humour? theſe french villaines ha pockie wits. Here? diſarme me? take my ſemitary. O rare, this would be a rare man, and he had a little trauell, Balthaſar, Martino, put off your ſhooes, and bid him coble them. Freinds, friends, but pardon me for fellows, no more in occupation, no more in corporation, tis ſo pardon me, the caſe is alterd, this is law, but ile ſtand to nothing. Fat ſo me tinke. Well then God ſaue the dukes Maieſty, is this any harme now? ſpeake, is this any harme now. No nor good neither, Sbloud? Do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? do you laugh at me? I ſir, we do. You do indeed? I indeed ſir. Tis ſufficient, Page carry my purſe, dog me? Gentlemen leaue him not, you ſee in what caſe he is, he is not in aduerſity, his purſe is full of money, leaue him not? Nay gentle Rachel? Away? forbeare? vngentle Angelo, Touch not my body, with thoſe impious hands, That like hot Irons ſeare my trembling heart, And it hiſſe, at your diſloyalty. Wa your drift? to vſe Fernezes name? Was he your fitteſt ſtale, ô wild diſhonor! Stay noble ſir▪ Sbloud how like a puppet do you talke now? Diſhonor? what diſhonor? come, come, foole, Nay then I ſee y'are peeuiſh, S'heart diſhonor? To haue you a toprieſt and marry you, And put you in an honorable ſtate. To marry me? ô heauen, can it be? That men ſhould liue with ſuch vnfeeling ſoules, Without or touch or conſcience of religion, Or that their warping appetites ſhould ſpoile Thoſe honor'd formes, that the true ſeale of friendſhip Had ſet vpon their faces. Do you heare? what needs all this? ſay, will you haue me, or no? Il'e haue you gone, and leaue me, if you would. Leaue you? I was accurſt to bring you hither, And make ſo faire an offer to a foole. A pox vpon you, why ſhould you be coy, What good thing haue you in you to be proud of? Are y'any other then a beggars daughter? Becauſe you haue beauty. O Gods light a blaſt. I Angelo. You ſcornefull baggage, I lou'd thee not ſo much, but now I hate thee. Vpon my knees, you heauenly powers, I thanke you, That thus haue tam'd his wild affections.