Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
There's a kind aunt! kiss her departing part. But you must sell you forty mark a year, now: ay, sir, I mean. Or, gi't away: pox on't. I'll gi't mine aunt. I'll go and fetch the writings. 'Tis well, away. Where's Subtle? Here. What news? DRUGGER is at the door, go take his suit, And bid him fetch a Parson, presently: Say, he shall marry the widow. Thou shalt spend A hundred pound by the service! Now, queen DOL, Ha' you packed up all? Yes. And how do you like The lady PLIANT? A good dull innocent. Here's your HIERONIMO'S cloak, and hat. Give me 'em. And the ruff too? Yes, I'll come to you presently. Now, he is gone about his project, DOL, I told you of, for the widow. 'Tis direct Against our articles. Well, we'll fit him, wench. Hast thou gulled her of her jewels, or her bracelets? No, but I will do't. Soon at night, my DOLLY, When we are shipped, and all our goods aboard, Eastward for Ratcliffe; we will turn our course To Brainford, westward, if thou sayst the word: And take our leaves of this o'erweening rascal, This peremptory FACE. Content, I'm weary of him. Tho' haste cause, when the slave will run a wiving, DOL, Against the instrument, that was drawn between us. I'll pluck his bird as bare as I can. Yes, tell her, She must by any means, address some present To th' cunning man; make him amends, for wronging His art with her suspicion; send a ring; Or chain of pearl; she will be tortured else Extremely in her sleep, say: and ha' strange things Come to her. Wilt thou? Yes. My fine flittermouse, My bird o' the night; we'll tickle it at the pigeons, When we have all, and may unlock the trunks, And say, this's mine, and thine, and thine, and mine— What now, a billing? Yes, a little exalted In the good passage of our stock-affairs. DRUGGER has brought his Parson, take him in, Subtle, And send NAB back again, to wash his face. I will: and shave himself? If you can get him. You are hot upon it, FACE, whate'er it is! A trick, that DOL shall spend ten pound a month by. Is he gone? The Chaplain waits you i' the hall, sir. I'll go bestow him. he'll now marry her, instantly. He cannot, yet, he is not ready. Dear DOL, cozen her of all thou canst. To deceive him Is no deceit, but justice, that would break Such an inextricable tie as ours was. Let me alone to fit him. Come, my venturers, You ha' packed up all? Where be the trunks? Bring forth. Here. Let's see 'em. Where's the money? Here, In this. Mammon's ten pound: eight score before. The brethren's money, this. DRVGGERS, and DAPPERS. What paper's that? The jewel of the waiting maids, That stole it from her lady, to know certain—
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There's a kind aunt! kisse her departing part. But you must sell you fortie marke a yeare, now: I, sir, I meane. Or, gi't away: pox on't. I'le gi't mine aunt. Ile goe and fetch the writings. 'Tis well, away. Where's SVBTLE? Here. What newes? DRVGGER is at the doore, goe take his suite, And bid him fetch a Parson, presently: Say, he shall marrie the widdow. Thou shalt spend A hundred pound by the seruice! Now, queene DOL, Ha' you pack'd vp all? Yes. And how doe you like The lady PLYANT? A good dull innocent. Here's your HIERONIMO'S cloake, and hat. Giue mee 'hem. And the ruffe too? Yes, I'll come to you presently. Now, he is gone about his proiect, DOL, I told you of, for the widow. 'Tis direct Against our articles. Well, wee'll fit him, wench. Hast thou gull'd her of her iewels, or her bracelets? No, but I will do't. Soone at night, my DOLLY, When we are shipt, and all our goods aboord, East-ward for Ratcliffe; we will turne our course To Brainford, westward, if thou'saist the word: And take our leaues of this ore-weaning raskall, This peremtorie FACE. Content, I'am weary of him. Tho 'hast cause, when the slaue will runne a wiuing, DOL, Against the instrument, that was drawne betweene vs. I'll plucke his bird as bare as I can. Yes, tell her, She must by any meanes, addresse some present To th' cunning man; make him amends, for wronging His art with her suspition; send a ring; Or chaine of pearle; shee will be tortur'd else Extremely in her sleepe, say: and ha' strange things Come to her. Wilt thou? Yes. My fine flitter-mouse, My bird o' the night; wee'll tickle it at the pigeons, When we haue all, and may vn-lock the trunkes, And say, this's mine, and thine, and thine, and mine— What now, a billing? Yes, a little exalted In the good passage of our stock-affaires. DRVGGER has brought his Parson, take him in, SVBTLE, And send NAB back againe, to wash his face. I will: and shaue himselfe? If you can get him. You are hot vpon it, FACE, what ere it is! A trick, that DOL shall spend ten pound a month by. Is he gone? The Chaplaine waits you i' the hall, sir. I'll goe bestow him. Hee'll now marry her, instantly. He cannot, yet, he is not readie. Deare DOL, Cosen her of all thou canst. To deceiue him Is no deceipt, but iustice, that would breake Such an inextricable tye as ours was. Let me alone to fit him. Come, my venturers, You ha' pack'd vp all? Where be the trunkes? Bring forth. Here. Let's see 'hem. Where's the money? Here, In this. MAMMONS ten pound: eight score before. The Brethrens money, this. DRVGGERS, and DAPPERS. What paper's that? The iewell of the waiting maides, That stole it from her lady, to know certaine—