Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Good, sir. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a bridegroom should, After these common hazards. Very well, sir. Will you go fetch Don DIEGO off, the while? And fetch him over too, if you'll be pleased, sir: Would DOL were in her place, to pick his pockets now. Why, you can do it as well, if you would set to't. I pray you prove your virtue. For your sake, sir. LAdy, you see into what hands, you are fallen; 'mongst what a nest of villains! and how near Your honour was t'have catched a certain clap (Through your credulity) had I but been So punctually forward, as place, time, And other circumstance would ha' made a man: For yo'are a handsome woman: would yo' were wise, too. I am a gentleman, come here disguised, Only to find the knaveries of this Citadel, And where I might have wronged your honour, and have not, I claim some interest in your love. You are, They say, a widow, rich: and I am a bachelor, Worth nought: Your fortunes may make me a man, As mine ha' preserved you a woman. Think upon it, And whether, I have deserved you, or no. I will, sir. And for these household-rogues, let me alone, To treat with them. How doth my noble DIEGO? And my dear madame, Countess? Hath the Count Been courteous, lady? liberal? and open? Donzell, methinks you look melancholic, After your coitum, and scurvy! Truly, I do not like the dullness of your eye: It hath a heavy cast, 'tis upsee Dutch, And says you are a lumpish whoremaster. Be lighter, I will make your pockets so. Will you, Don bawd, and pickpurse? How now? Reel you? Stand up sir, you shall find since I am so heavy, I'll gi' you equal weight. Help, murder! No, sir. There's no such thing intended. A good cart, And a clean whip shall ease you of that fear. I am the Spanish Don, that should be cozened, Do you see? cozened? Where's your Captain FACE? That parcel-broker, and whole-bawd, all rascal. How, SURLY! O, make your approach, good Captain. I've found, from whence your copper rings, and spoons Come, now, wherewith you cheat abroad in taverns. 'Twas here, you learned t'anoint your boot with brimstone, Then rub men's gold on't, for a kind of touch, And say 'twas nought, when you had changed the colour, That you might ha''t for nothing? And this Doctor, I know not, NAB: thou shalt, if I can help it. HIERONYMO'S old cloak, ruff, and hat will serve, I'll tell thee more, when thou bringst 'em. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath spies Upon their actions: and that this was one I make no scruple. But the holy synod Have been in prayer, and meditation, for it. And 'tis revealed no less, to them, then me, That casting of money is most lawful.
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Good, sir. Off with your case, And greet her kindly, as a bride-groome should, After these common hazards. Very well, sir. Will you goe fetch Don DIEGO off, the while? And fetch him ouer too, if you'll be pleas'd, sir: Would DOL were in her place, to pick his pockets now. Why, you can doe it as well, if you would set to't. I pray you proue your vertue. For your sake, sir. LAdy, you see into what hands, you are falne; Mongst what a nest of villaines! and how neere Your honor was t'haue catch'd a certaine clap (Through your credulitie) had I but beene So punctually forward, as place, time, And other circumstance would ha' made a man: For yo'are a handsome woman: would yo' were wise, too. I am a gentleman, come here disguis'd, Onely to find the knaueries of this Citadell, And where I might haue wrong'd your honor, and haue not, I claime some interest in your loue. You are, They say, a widdow, rich: and I am a batcheler, Worth nought: Your fortunes may make me a man, As mine ha' preseru'd you a woman. Thinke vpon it, And whether, I haue deseru'd you, or no. I will, sir. And for these houshold-rogues, let me alone, To treat with them. How doth my noble DIEGO? And my deare madame, Countesse? Hath the Count Beene courteous, lady? liberall? and open? Donzell, me thinkes you looke melancholike, After your coitum, and scuruy! True-ly, I doe not like the dulnesse of your eye: It hath a heauy cast, 'tis vpsee Dutch, And say's you are a lumpish whore-master. Be lighter, I will make your pockets so. Will you, Don bawd, and pick-purse? How now? Reele you? Stand vp sir, you shall find since I am so heauy, I'll gi' you equall weight. Helpe, murder! No, sir. There's no such thing intended. A good cart, And a cleane whip shall ease you of that feare. I am the Spanish Don, that should be cossened, Doe you see? cossened? Where's your Captayne FACE? That parcell-broker, and whole-bawd, all raskall. How, SVRLY! O, make your approach, good Captaine. I'haue found, from whence your copper rings, and spoones Come, now, wherewith you cheate abroad in tauernes. 'Twas here, you learn'd t'anoint your boot with brimstone, Then rub mens gold on't, for a kind of touch, And say 'twas naught, when you had chang'd the colour, That you might ha't for nothing? And this Doctor, I know not, NAB: thou shalt, if I can helpe it. HIERONYMO'S old cloake, ruffe, and hat will serue, Ile tell thee more, when thou bringst 'hem. Sir, I know The Spaniard hates the Brethren, and hath spies Vpon their actions: and that this was one I make no scruple. But the holy Synode Haue beene in prayer, and meditation, for it. And 'tis reueal'd no lesse, to them, then me, That casting of money is most lawfull.