Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 514 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.
No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience. 'Slight, it shall down: I will not be thus tortured. I pray you, sir. All shall perish. I have spoke it. Let me find grace, sir, in your eyes; the man He stands corrected: neither did his zeal (But as yourself) allow a tune, somewhere. Which, now, being toward the stone, we shall not need. No, nor your holy vizard, to win widows To give you legacies; or make zealous wives To rob their husbands, for the common cause: Nor take the start of bonds, broke but one day, And say, they were forfeited, by providence. Nor shall you need, o'ernight to eat huge meals, To celebrate your next days fast the better: The whilst the Brethren, and the Sisters, humbled, Abate the stiffness of the flesh. Nor cast Before your hungry hearers, scrupulous bones, As whether a Christian may hawk, or hunt; Or whether, Matrons, of the holy assembly, May lay their hair out, or wear doublets: Or have that idol Starch, about their linen. It is, indeed, an idol. Mind him not, sir. I do command thee, spirit (of zeal, but trouble) To peace within him. Pray you, sir, go on. Nor shall you need to libel 'gainst the Prelates, And shorten so your ears, against the hearing Of the next wire-drawn grace. Nor, of necessity, Rail against plays, to please the Alderman, Whose daily custard you devour. Nor lie With zealous rage, till you are hoarse. Not one Of these so singular arts. Nor call yourselves, By names of TRIBULATION, PERSECUTION, RESTRAINT, LONG-PATIENCE, and such like, affected By the whole family, or wood of you, Only for glory, and to catch the ear Of the Disciple. Truly, sir, they are Ways, that the godly Brethren have invented For propagation of the glorious cause, As very notable means, and whereby, also, Themselves grow soon, and profitably famous. O, but the stone, all's idle to'it! nothing! The art of Angels, Nature's miracle, The divine secret, that doth fly in clouds, From east to west: and whose tradition Is not from men, but spirits. I hate Traditions: I do not trust them— Peace. They are Popish, all. I will not peace. I will not— ANANIAS. Please the profane, to grieve the godly: I may not. Well, ANANIAS, thou shalt overcome. It is an ignorant zeal, that haunts him, sir. But truly, else, a very faithful Brother, A butcher: and a man, by revelation, That hath a competent knowledge of the truth. Has he a competent sum, there, i' the bag, To buy the goods, within? I am made guardian, And must, for charity, and conscience sake, Now, see the most be made, for my poor orphan: Though I desire the Brethren, too, good gainers. There, they are, within. When you have viewed, & bought 'em, And ta'en the inventory of what they are, They are ready for projection; there's no more To do: cast on the medicine, so much silver As there is tin there, so much gold as brass, I'll gi'it you in, by weight.
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No warning with you? Then, farewell my patience. 'Slight, it shall downe: I will not be thus tortur'd. I pray you, sir. All shall perish. I haue spoke it. Let me find grace, sir, in your eyes; the man He stands corrected: neither did his zeale (But as your selfe) allow a tune, some-where. Which, now, being to'ard the stone, we shall not need. No, nor your holy vizard, to winne widdowes To giue you legacies; or make zealous wiues To rob their husbands, for the common cause: Nor take the start of bonds, broke but one day, And say, they were forfeited, by prouidence. Nor shall you need, ore-night to eate huge meales, To celebrate your next daies fast the better: The whilst the Brethren, and the Sisters, humbled, Abate the stiffenesse of the flesh. Nor cast Before your hungrie hearers, scrupulous bones, As whether a Christian may hawke, or hunt; Or whether, Matrons, of the holy assembly, May lay their haire out, or weare doublets: Or haue that idoll Starch, about their linnen. It is, indeed, an idoll. Mind him not, sir. I doe command thee, spirit (of zeale, but trouble) To peace within him. Pray you, sir, goe on. Nor shall you need to libell 'gainst the Prelates, And shorten so your eares, against the hearing Of the next wire-drawne grace. Nor, of necessitie, Raile against playes, to please the Alderman, Whose daily custard you deuoure. Nor lie With zealous rage, till you are hoarse. Not one Of these so singular arts. Nor call your selues, By names of TRIBVLATION, PERSECVTION, RESTRAINT, LONG-PATIENCE, and such like, affected By the whole family, or wood of you, Onely for glorie, and to catch the eare Of the Disciple. Truely, sir, they are Wayes, that the godly Brethren haue inuente For propagation of the glorious cause, As very notable meanes, and whereby, also, Themselues grow soone, and profitably famous. O, but the stone, all's idle to'it! nothing! The art of Angels, Natures miracle, The diuine secret, that doth flye in clouds, From east to west: and whose tradition Is not from men, but spirits. I hate Traditions: I do not trust them— Peace. They are Popish, all. I will not peace. I will not— ANANIAS. Please the prophane, to grieue the godly: I may not. Well, ANANIAS, thou shalt ouer-come. It is an ignorant zeale, that haunts him, sir. But truely, else, a very faithfull Brother, A botcher: and a man, by reuelation, That hath a competent knowledge of the truth. Has he a competent summe, there, i' the bagg, To buy the goods, within? I am made guardian, And must, for charitie, and conscience sake, Now, see the most be made, for my poore orphane: Though I desire the Brethren, too, good gayners. There, they are, within. When you haue view'd, & bought'hem, And tane the inuentorie of what they are, They are readie for proiection; there's no more To doe: cast on the med'cine, so much siluer As there is tinne there, so much gold as brasse, I'll gi'it you in, by waight.