Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 510 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
COme on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore In novo orb; Here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden mines, Great SALOMON'S Ophir! He was sailing to't, Three years, but we have reached it in ten months. This is the day, wherein, to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, be rich. This day, you shall be spectatissimi. You shall no more deal with the hollow die, Or the frail card. No more be at charge of keeping The livery-punk, for the young heir, that must Seal, at all hours, in his shirt. No more If he deny, ha' him beaten to't, as he is That brings him the commodity. No more Shall thirst of satin, or the covetous hunger Of velvet entrails, for a rude-spun cloak, To be displayed at Madame AUGUSTA'S, make The sons of sword, and hazard fall before The golden calf, and on their knees, whole nights, Commit idolatry with wine, and trumpets: Or go a feasting, after drum and ensign. No more of this. You shall start up young Viceroys, And have your punks, and punquettees, my SURLY. And unto thee, I speak it first, be rich. Where is my Subtle, there? Within hough? he'll come to you, by and by. That's his fire-drake, His lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffs his coals, Till he firk nature up, in her own centre. You are not faithful, sir. This night, I'll change All, that is metal, in thy house, to gold. And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers, and the pewterers, And buy their tin, and lead up: and to Lothbury, For all the copper. What, and turn that too? Yes, and I'll purchase Devonshire, and Cornwall, And make them perfect Indies! You admire now? No faith. But when you see th'effects of the great medicine! Of which one part projected on a hundred Of Mercurie, or Venus, or the Moon, Shall turn it, to as many of the Sun; Nay, to a thousand, so ad infinitum: You will believe me. Yes, when I see't, I will. But, if my eyes do cousin me so (and I Giving 'em no occasion) sure, I'll have A whore, shall piss 'em out, next day. Ha! Why? Do you think, I fable with you? I assure you, He that has once the flower of the sun, The perfect ruby, which we call elixir, Not only can do that; but by it's virtue, Can confer honour, love, respect, long life, Give safety, valour: yea, and victory, To whom he will. In eight, and twenty days, I'll make an old man, of fourscore, a child. No doubt, he's that already. Nay, I mean, Restore his years, renew him, like an eagle, To the fifth age; make him get sons, and daughters, Young giants; as our Philosophers have done (The ancient Patriarchs afore the flood) But taking, once a week, on a knives point, The quantity of a grain of mustard, of it: Become stout Mars's, and beget young CUPIDS.
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COme on, sir. Now, you set your foot on shore In nouo orbe; Here's the rich Peru: And there within, sir, are the golden mines, Great SALOMON'S Ophir! He was sayling to't, Three yeeres, but we haue reach'd it in ten months. This is the day, wherein, to all my friends, I will pronounce the happy word, be rich. This day, you shall be spectatissimi. You shall no more deale with the hollow die, Or the fraile card. No more be at charge of keeping The liuery-punke, for the yong heire, that must Seale, at all houres, in his shirt. No more If he denie, ha' him beaten to't, as he is That brings him the commoditie. No more Shall thirst of satten, or the couetous hunger Of veluet entrailes, for a rude-spun cloke, To be displaid at Madame AVGVSTA'S, make The sonnes of sword, and hazzard fall before The golden calfe, and on their knees, whole nights, Commit idolatrie with wine, and trumpets: Or goe a feasting, after drum and ensigne. No more of this. You shall start vp yong Vice-royes, And haue your punques, and punquettees, my SVRLY. And vnto thee, I speake it first, be rich. Where is my SVBTLE, there? Within hough? Hee'll come to you, by and by. That's his fire-drake, His lungs, his Zephyrus, he that puffes his coales, Till he firke nature vp, in her owne center. You are not faithfull, sir. This night, I'll change All, that is mettall, in thy house, to gold. And, early in the morning, will I send To all the plumbers, and the pewterers, And buy their tin, and lead vp: and to Lothbury, For all the copper. What, and turne that too? Yes, and I'll purchase Deuonshire, and Cornwaile, And make them perfect Indies! You admire now? No faith. But when you see th'effects of the great med'cine! Of which one part proiected on a hundred Of Mercurie, or Venus, or the Moone, Shall turne it, to as many of the Sunne; Nay, to a thousand, so ad infinitum: You will beleeue me. Yes, when I see't, I will. But, if my eyes doe cossen me so (and I Giuing 'hem no occasion) sure, I'll haue A whore, shall pisse 'hem out, next day. Ha! Why? Doe you thinke, I fable with you? I assure you, He that has once the flower of the sunne, The perfect ruby, which we call elixir, Not onely can doe that; but by it's vertue, Can confer honour, loue, respect, long life, Giue safetie, valure: yea, and victorie, To whom he will. In eight, and twentie dayes, I'll make an old man, of fourescore, a childe. No doubt, hee's that alreadie. Nay, I meane, Restore his yeeres, renew him, like an eagle, To the fifth age; make him get sonnes, and daughters, Yong giants; as our Philosophers haue done (The antient Patriarkes afore the floud) But taking, once a weeke, on a kniues point, The quantitie of a graine of mustard, of it: Become stout MARSES, and beget yong CVPIDS.