Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
o, this'll o'erthrow all. Write thee up Bawd, in Paul's; have all thy tricks Of cozening with a hollow coal, dust, scrape, Searching for things lost, with a siue, and shears, Erecting figures, in your rows of Houses, And taking in of shadows, with a glass, Told in red letters: And a face, cut for thee, Worse than Gamaliel Ratsey's, Are you sound? Ha'you your senses, Masters? I will have A Book, but barely reckoning thy Impostures, Shall prove a true Philophers stone, to Printers. Away you Trencher-Raskall. Out you Dog-leech, The vomit of all prisons— Will you be Your own destructions, Gentlemen? Still spewed out For lying too heavy o'the basket. Cheater. Bawd. Cowherd. conjuror. Cutpurse. Witch. O me. We are ruined lost. Ha'you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your judgement? 'Slight, Have yet, some care of me, o'your Republic. Away this Brach. I'll bring thee, Rogue, within The Statute of Sorcery, tricesimo tertio Of Harry the eight: I and (perhaps) thy neck Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing. You'll bring your head within a coxcomb, will you? And you Sr, with your Menstrue, gather it up. 'Sdeath you abominable pair of Stinkards Leave off your barking, and grow one again, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throats. I'll not be made a prey unto the Marshal, For near a snarling Dogbolt o'you both. Ha'you together cozened all this while, And all the world, and shall it now be said You've made most courteous shift, to cousin yourselves? You will accuse him? You will bring him in Within the Statute? Who shall take your word, A whoreson, upstart, Apocryphal Captain, Whom not a Puritan, in Blackfriars, will trust So much, as for a feather? And you, too, Will give the cause, forsooth? You will insult, And claim a primacy, in the divisions? You must be chief? as if you, only, had The powder to project with? and the work Were not begun out of equality? The venture tripartite? All things in common? Without priority? 'Sdeath, you perpetual Curs, Fall to your couples, again, and cousin kindly, And heartily, and lovingly, as you should, And lose not the beginning of a Term, Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too And, take my part, and quit you. 'tis his fault, He ever murmurs, and objects his pains, And says, the weight of all lies upon him. Why so it does. How does it? Do not we Sustain our parts? Yes, but they are not equal. Why, if your part exceed to day, I hope Ours may, to morrow, match it. ay, they may. May, murmuring Mastiff, I, and do. God's will! Help me to thrattell him. Dorothee, Mistress Dorothee, O'ds precious, I'll do any thing. What do you mean? Because o'your Fermentation, and Cibation? Not I, by heaven.
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ô, this'll ore-throw all. Write thee vp Baud, in Paules; haue all thy trickes Of cosning with a hollow cole, dust, scrapings, Searching for things lost, with a siue, and sheeres, Erecting figures, in your rowes of Houses, And taking in of shadowes, with a glasse, Told in red letters: And a face, cut for thee, Worse then Gamaliel Ratsey's, Are you sound? Ha'you your senses, Masters? I will haue A Booke, but barely reckoning thy Impostures, Shall prou a true Philphers stone, to Printers. Away you Trencher-Raskall. Out you Dog-leach, The vomit of all prisons— Will you be Your owne destructions, Gentlemen? Still spew'd out For lying too heauy o'the basket. Cheater. Bawd. Cowherd. Coniurer. Cutpurse. Witch. O me. We are ruin'd lost. Ha'you no more regard To your reputations? Where's your iudgement? Slight, Haue yet, some care of me, o'your Republique. Away this Brach. I'll bring thee, Rogue, within The Statute of Sorcerie, tricesimo tertio Of Harry the eight: I and (perhaps) thy neck Within a noose, for laundring gold, and barbing. You'll bring your head within a cocks-combe, will you? And you Sr, with your Menstrue, gather it vp. S'death you abhominable payre of Stinkards Leaue off your barking, and grow one againe, Or, by the light that shines, I'll cut your throates. I'll not be made a prey vnto the Marshall, For nere a snarling Dog-bolt o'you both. Ha'you together cossen'd all this while, And all the world, and shall it now be said Yo'haue made most courteous shift, to cossen your selues? You will accuse him? You will bring him in Within the Statute? Who shall take your word, A whoresonne, vpstart, Apocryphall Captayne, Whom not a Puritane, in Black-Friers, will trust So much, as for a fether? And you, too, Will giue the cause, forsooth? You will insult, And clayme a primacie, in the diuisions? You must be chiefe? as if you, onely, had The poulder to proiect with? and the worke Were not begunne out of aequalitie? The venter tripartite? All things in common? Without prioritie? S'death, you perpetuall Curres, Fall to your couples, againe, and cossen kindly, And heartily, and louingly, as you should, And loose not the beginning of a Terme, Or, by this hand, I shall grow factious too And, take my part, and quit you. Tis his fault, He euer murmures, and obiects his paines, And sayes, the weight of all lies vpon him. Why so it do's. How does it? Doe not we Sustaine our parts? Yes, but they are not aequall. Why, if your part exceede to day, I hope Ours may, to morrow, match it. I, they may. May, murmuring Mastiffe, I, and do. Gods will! Helpe me to thrattell him. Dorothee, Mistresse Dorothee, O'ds precious, I'll doe any thing. What doe you meane? Because o'your Fermentation, and Cibation? Not I, by heauen.