Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.78 · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T42: harry, percy, lord, king, god, falstalffe, frances, mowbray, life, mortimer.
I shall send you To Amsterdam, to your cellar. I will pray there, Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, And wasps, and hornets breed beneath thy roof, This seat of falsehood, and this cave of cozenage. Another too? Not I sir, I am no Brother. Away you HARRY NICHOLAS, do you talk? No, this was ABEL DRUGGER. Good sir, go, And satisfy him; tell him, all is done: He stayed too long a washing of his face. The Doctor, he shall hear of him at Westchester; And of the Captain, tell him at Yarmouth: or Some good port-town else, lying for a wind. If you get off the angry Child, now, sir— Come on, you yew, you have matched most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would never ha' you tupped But by a dubbed Boy, to make you a lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now. Death, mun' you marry with a pox? You lie, Boy; As sound as you: and I am aforehand with you. anon? Come, will you quarrel? I will feeze you, sirrah. Why do you not buckle to your tools? God's light! This is a fine old Boy, as ere I saw! What, do you change your copy, now? Proceed, Here stands my dove: stoup at her, if you dare. 'Slight I must love him! I cannot choose, i'faith! And I should be hanged for't. Sister, I protest, I honour thee, for this match. O, do you so, sir? Yes, and thou canst take tobacco, and drink, old Boy, I'll give her five hundred pound more, to her marriage, Than her own state. Fill a pipeful, IEREMIE. Yes, but go in, and take it, sir. We will. I will be ruled by thee in any thing, IEREMIE. 'Slight, thou art not hidebound! thou art a Iouy' Boy! Come let's in, I pray thee, and take our whiffs. Whiff in with your sister, brother Boy. That master That had received such happiness by a servant, In such a widow, and with so much wealth, Were very ungrateful, if he would not be A little indulgent to that servants wit, And help his fortune, though with some small strain Of his own candour. Therefore, gentlemen, And kind Spectators, if I have outstripped An old man's gravity, or strict canon, think What a young wife, and a good brain may do: Stretch age's truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speak for thyself, knave. So I will, sir. Gentlemen, My part a little fell in this last Scene, Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am clean Got off, from Subtle, SURLY, MAMMON, DOL, Hot ANANIAS, DAPPER, DRUGGER, all With whom I traded; yet I put myself On you, that are my country: and this pelf, Which I have got, if you do quit me, rests To feast you often, and invite new guests.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2997–3060 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 40 in this edition
Length
484 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.776 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T43 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I shall send you To Amsterdam, to your cellar. I will pray there, Against thy house: may dogs defile thy walls, And waspes, and hornets breed beneath thy roofe, This seat of false-hood, and this caue of cos'nage. Another too? Not I sir, I am no Brother. Away you HARRY NICHOLAS, doe you talke? No, this was ABEL DRVGGER. Good sir, goe, And satisfie him; tell him, all is done: He stay'd too long a washing of his face. The Doctor, he shall heare of him at Westchester; And of the Captayne, tell him at Yarmouth: or Some good port-towne else, lying for a winde. If you get off the angrie Child, now, sir— Come on, you yew, you haue match'd most sweetly, ha' you not? Did not I say, I would neuer ha' you tupt But by a dub'd Boy, to make you a lady-Tom? 'Slight, you are a mammet! O, I could touse you, now. Death, mun' you marry with a poxe? You lie, Boy; As sound as you: and I am afore-hand with you. Anone? Come, will you quarrell? I will feize you, sirrah. Why doe you not buckle to your tooles? Gods light! This is a fine old Boy, as ere I saw! What, doe you change your copy, now? Proceed, Here stands my doue: stoupe at her, if you dare. 'Slight I must loue him! I cannot choose, i-faith! And I should be hang'd for't. Suster, I protest, I honor thee, for this match. O, doe you so, sir? Yes, and thou canst take tabacco, and drinke, old Boy, I'll giue her fiue hundred pound more, to her marriage, Then her owne state. Fill a pipe-full, IEREMIE. Yes, but goe in, and take it, sir. We will. I will be rul'd by thee in any thing, IEREMIE. 'Slight, thou art not hide-bound! thou art a Iouy' Boy! Come let's in, I pray thee, and take our whiffes. Whiffe in with your sister, brother Boy. That master That had receiu'd such happinesse by a seruant, In such a widdow, and with so much wealth, Were very vngratefull, if he would not be A little indulgent to that seruants wit, And helpe his fortune, though with some small straine Of his owne candor. Therefore, gentlemen, And kind Spectators, if I haue out-stript An old mans grauitie, or strict canon, thinke What a yong wife, and a good braine may doe: Stretch ages truth sometimes, and crack it too. Speake for thy selfe, knaue. So I will, sir. Gentlemen, My part a little fell in this last Scene, Yet 'twas decorum. And though I am cleane Got off, from SVBTLE, SVRLY, MAMMON, DOL, Hot ANANIAS, DAPPER, DRVGGER, all With whom I traded; yet I put my selfe On you, that are my countrey: and this pelfe, Which I haue got, if you doe quit me, rests To feast you often, and inuite new ghests.