Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Alchemist · chunk 39 of 53

Jonson, Ben · published 1612 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T20 Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T20: hercules, hercles, ioue, deianeira, alcides, hand, lo, death, skies, hell.

Por todos los dioses, la mas acabada Hermosùra, que he visto en miuìda! Is't not a gallant language that they speak? An admirable language! Is't not French? No Spanish, Sir. It goes like Law-French, And that, they say, is the Court-liest language. List Sir. El Solha perdido su lumbre, con el Resplandor, que tràe esta dama. Valga me dios! He ' admires your Sister. Must not she make curtsy? 'Ods will, she must go to him, Man; and kiss him: It is the Spanish fashion, for the women To make first court. 'Tis true he tells you, Sir: His Art knows all. Por que no se acùde? He speaks to her, I think? That he does Sir. Por el amor de dios, que es esto, que se tàrda? Nay, see: she will notunderstand him. Gull. Noddy. What say you Brother? Ass, my Sister, Go kiss him, as the Cunning man would ha' you. I'll thrust a pin i'your buttocks else. O, no Sir. Sennora mia, mi persona muy indignaesta Alle gar àtànta Hermosura. Does he not use her bravely? Bravely, i'faith! Nay he will use her better. Do you think so? Sennora, si sera seruida, entremus. Where does he carry her? Into the Garden, Sir, Take you no thought, I must interpret for her. Give Dol the word. Come my fierce Child. Advance, we'll to our quarreling Lesson again. Agreed. I love a Spanish Boy, with all my heart. Nay, and by this means, Sir, You shall be Brother To a great Count. ay, I knew that, at first. This match will advance the House of the Kestrels. Pray God your Sister prove but pliant. Why, Her name is so, by her other Husband. How! The Widow Pliant. Knew you not that? No faith Sir. Yet by erection of her Figure, I guessed it. Come, let's go practise. Yes, but do you think, Doctor. I e'er shall quarrel well? I warrant you. FOr after Alexander's death— Good Lady— That Perdiccas and Antigonus were slain, The two that stood, Seleuc ', and Ptolomee— Madame. Made up the two legs, and the fourth Beast. That was Gog-North, and Egypt-South: which after Was called Gog Iron-leg, and South Iron-leg— Lady— And then Gog-horned. So was Egypt, too; Then Egypt Clay-leg, and Gog Clay-leg— Sweet Madam. And last Gog-Dust, and Aegypt-Dust: which fall In the last link of the fourth Chain. And these Be Stars in Story, which none see, or look at— What shall I do? For, as he says, except We call the Rabbins, and the Heathen Greekes— Dear Lady. To come from Salem, & from Athens, And teach the people of great Britain— What's the matter, Sir? To speak the tongue of Eber, and Iauan— O, she's in her fit. We shall know nothing— Death, Sir, We are undone. Where, then, a learned Linguist Shall see the ancient used communion Of Vowels, and Consonants— My Master will hear! A Wisdom, which Pythagoras held most high— Sweet honourable Lady.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Alchemist
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1610
First performance (BritDrama)1610
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 701 · TCP A04636 · DEEP 579
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2862–2952 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 53 in this edition
Length497 words · 776 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T20 — Hercules: labours, suffering and virtue at 0.644
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)
Por todos los dioses, la mas acabada Hermosùra, que he visto en mivìda! Is't not a gallant language that they speake? An admirable language! Is't not French? No Spanish, Sir. It goes like Law-French, And that, they say, is the Court-liest language. List Sir. El Solha perdido su lumbre, con el Resplandor, que tràe esta dama. Valga me dio! He' admires your Sister. Must not she make curtsy? 'Ods will, she must goe to him, Man; and kisse him: It is the Spanish fashion, for the women To make first court. 'Tis true he tels you, Sir: His Art knowes all. Por que no se acùde? He speakes to her, I thinke? That he do's Sir. Por el amor de dios, que es esto, que se tàrda? Nay, see: she will notvnderstand him. Gull. Noddy. What say you Brother? Asse, my Suster, Goe kusse him, as the Cunning man would ha' you. I'll thrust a pinne i'your buttocks else. O, no Sir. Sennora mia, mi persona muy indignaesta Alle gar àtànta Hermosura. Dos he not vse her brauely? Brauely, i-faith! Nay he will vse her better. Doe you thinke so? Sennora, si sera seruida, entremus. Where do's he carry her? Into the Garden, Sir, Take you no thought, I must interpret for her. Giue Dol the word. Come my fierce Child. Aduance, Wee'll to our quarrelling Lesson againe. Agreed. I loue a Spanish Boy, with all my heart. Nay, and by this meanes, Sir, You shall be Brother To a great Count. I, I knew that, at first. This match will aduance the House of the Kastrils. 'Pray God your Sister proue but pliant. Why, Her name is so, by her other Husband. How! The Widdow Pliant. Knew you not that? No faith Sir. Yet by erection of her Figure, I gest it. Come, let's goe practise. Yes, but doe you thinke, Doctor. I e'er shall quarrell well? I warrant you. FOr after Alexanders death— Good Lady— That Perdiccas and Antigonus were slaine, The two that stood, Seleuc', and Ptolomee— Madame. Made vp the two legs, and the fourth Beast. That was Gog-North, and Egypt-South: which after Was call'd Gog Iron-leg, and South Iron-leg— Lady— And then Gog-horned. So was Aegypt, too; Then Aegypt Clay-leg, and Gog Clay-leg— Sweet Madame. And last Gog-Dust, and Aegypt-Dust: which fall In the last linke of the fourth Chaine. And these Be Starres in Story, which none see, or looke at— What shall I doe? For, as he sayes, except We call the Rabbines, and the Heathen Greekes— Deare Lady. To come from Salem, & from Athens, And teach the people of great Britaine— What's the matter, Sir? To speake the tongue of Eber, and Iauan— O, Sh'is in her fit. We shall know nothing— Death, Sir, We are vndone. Where, then, a learned Linguist Shall see the antient vs'd communion Of Vowels, and Consonants— My Master will heare! A Wisedome, which Pythagoras held most high— Sweet honorable Lady.