Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
I have heard all their tricks, told me twice over, By the fat knight, and the lean gentleman. Here comes another. ANANIAS too? And his Pastor? The doors are shut against us. Come forth, you seed of sulphur, sons of fire, Your stench, it is broke forth: abomination Is in the house. ay, my sister's there. The place, It is become a cage of unclean birds. Yes, I will fetch the scavenger, and the constable. You shall do well. we'll join, to weed them out. You will not come then? punk, device, my sister! Call her not sister. she is a harlot, verily. I'll raise the street. Good gentlemen, a word. Sathan, avoid, and hinder not our zeal. The world's turned bedlam. These are all broke loose, Out of S. Katherns, where they use to keep, The better sort of mad-folks. All these persons We saw go in, and out, here. Yes, indeed, sir. These were the parties. Peace, you drunkards. Sir, I wonder at it! Please you, to give me leave To touch the door, I'll try, an' the lock be changed. It mazes me! Good faith, sir, I believe, There's no such thing. 'Tis all deceptio visus. Would I could get him away. Master Captain, master Doctor. Who's that? (Our clerk within, that I forgot!) I know not, sir. For God's sake, when will her Grace be at leisure? Ha! Illusions, some spirit o'the air: (his gag is melted, And now he sets out the throat.) I am almost stifled— Would you were altogether.) 'Tis i'the house. Ha! List. Believe it, sir, i' the air! Peace, you— Mine ants Grace does not use me well. You fool, Peace, you'll mar all. Or you will else, you rogue. O, is it so? Then you converse with spirits! Come sir. No more o'your tricks, good IEREMIE, The truth, the shortest way. Dismiss this rabble, sir. What shall I do? I am catched. Good neighbours, I thank you all. You may depart. Come sir, You know that I am an indulgent master: And therefore, conceal nothing. What's your medicine, To draw so many several sorts of wildfowl? Sir, you were wont to affect mirth, and wit: (But here's no place to talk on't i'the street.) Give me but leave, to make the best of my fortune, And only pardon me th'abuse of your house: It's all I beg. I'll help you to a widow, In recompense, that you shall gi' me thanks for, Will make you seven years younger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloak, I have her within. You need not fear the house, It was not visited. But by me, who came Sooner than you expected. It is true, sir. Pray you forgive me. Well: let's see your widow. HOw! ha' you eaten your gag? Yes faith, it crumbled Away i' my mouth. You ha' spoiled all then. No, I hope my aunt of Fairy will forgive me.
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I haue heard all their tricks, told me twice ouer, By the fat knight, and the leane gentleman. Here comes another. ANANIAS too? And his Pastor? The dores are shut against vs. Come forth, you seed of sulphure, sonnes of fire, Your stench, it is broke forth: abomination Is in the house. I, my suster's there. The place, It is become a cage of vncleane birds. Yes, I will fetch the scauenger, and the constable. You shall doe well. Wee'll ioyne, to weede them out. You will not come then? punque, deuice, my suster! Call her not sister. Shee is a harlot, verily. I'll raise the street. Good gentlemen, a word. Sathan, auoid, and hinder not our zeale. The world's turn'd Bet'lem. These are all broke loose, Out of S. KATHER'NES, where they vse to keepe, The better sort of mad-folkes. All these persons We saw goe in, and out, here. Yes, indeed, sir. These were the parties. Peace, you drunkards. Sir, I wonder at it! Please you, to giue me leaue To touch the dore, I'll trie, an'the lock be chang'd. It mazes me! Good faith, sir, I beleeue, There's no such thing. 'Tis all deceptio visus. Would I could get him away. Master Captayne, master Doctor. Who's that? (Our clark within, that I forgot!) I know not, sir. For gods sake, when wil her Grace be at leisure? Ha! Illusions, some spirit o'the aire: (his gag is melted, And now he sets out the throte.) I am almost stiffled— Would you were altogether.) 'Tis i'the house. Ha! List. Beleeue it, sir, i' the aire! Peace, you— Mine aunts Grace do's not vse me well. You foole, Peace, you'll marre all. Or you will else, you rogue. O, is it so? Then you conuerse with spirits! Come sir. No more o'your tricks, good IEREMIE, The truth, the shortest way. Dismisse this rabble, sir. What shall I doe? I am catch'd. Good neighbours, I thanke you all. You may depart. Come sir, You know that I am an indulgent master: And therefore, conceale nothing. What's your med'cine, To draw so many seuerall sorts of wild-fowle? Sir, you were wont to affect mirth, and wit: (But here's no place to talke on't i'the street.) Giue me but leaue, to make the best of my fortune, And onely pardon me th'abuse of your house: It's all I begge. I'll helpe you to a widdow, In recompence, that you shall gi' me thankes for, Will make you seuen yeeres yonger, and a rich one. 'Tis but your putting on a Spanish cloake, I haue her within. You need not feare the house, It was not visited. But by me, who came Sooner then you expected. It is true, sir. 'Pray you forgiue me. Well: let's see your widdow. HOw! ha' you eaten your gag? Yes faith, it crumbled Away i' my mouth. You ha' spoil'd all then. No, I hope my aunt of Faery will forgiue me.