Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 502 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
See! Sir Amorous has his Towel on already. Have you persuaded your cousin? Yes, 'tis very feasible: she'll do any thing, she says, rather than the La-Fooles shall be disgraced. She is a Noble Kinswoman. It will be such a pestle device, Sir Amorous! It will pound all your enemies' practises to powder, and blow him up with his own mine, his own train. Nay, we'll give fire, I warrant you. But you must carry it privately, without any noise, and take no notice by any means— Gentlemen, my Princess says, you shall have all her Silver Dishes, festinate: and she's gone to alter her tire a little, and go with you— And yourself too, Captain Otter. By any means, Sir. Yes Sir, I do mean it: but I would entreat my Cosen Sir Amorous, and you Gentlemen, to be Suitors to my Princess, that I may carry my Bull, and my Bear, as well as my Horse. That you shall do, Captain Otter. My Cosen will never consent, Gentlemen. She must consent, Sir Amorous, to reason. Why, she says they are no decorum among Ladies. But they are decora, and that's better, Sir. ay, she must hear argument. Did not Pasiphae, who was a Queen, love a Bull? and was not Calisto, the Mother of Arcas, turned into a Bear, and made a Star, Mistress Ursula, i'the Heavens? O God! that I could ha' said as much! I will have these Stories painted i' the Bear-garden, Ex Ouidij Metamorphosi. Where is your Princess, Captain? pray be our Leader. That I shall, Sir. Make haste, good Sir Amorous. SIr, there's an Angel for yourself, and a brace of Angels for your cold. Muse not at this manage of my bounty, It is fit, we should thank Fortune, double to Nature, for any benefit she confers upon us; besides, it is your imperfection, but my solace. I thank your Worship, so is it mine, now. What says he, Cutberd? He says, Praesto, Sir, whensoever your Worship needs him, he can be ready with the like. He got this cold with sitting up late, & singing Catches with Clothworkers. No more. I thank him. God keep your Worship, and give you much joy with your fair Spouse. (umh, umb.) O, o, stay Cutberd! let him give me five shillings of my money back. As it is bounty to reward benefits, so is it equity to mulct injuries. I will have it. What says he? He cannot change it, Sir It must be changed. Cough again. What says he? He will cough out the rest, Sir. (umh, umh, umh.) Away, away with him, stop his mouth, away, I forgive it.— Fie, Master Morose, that you will use this violence to a man of the Church. How! It does not become your gravity, or breeding, (as you pretend in Court) to have offered this outrage on a waterman, or any more boisterous creature, much less on a man of his civil Coat. You can speak then!
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See! Sir Amorous has his Towell on already. Haue you perſwaded your Coſſen? Yes, 'tis very faeſible: ſhee'll doe any thing, ſhee ſayes, rather then the La-Fooles ſhall be diſgrac'd. She is a Noble Kinſwoman. It will be ſuch a peſt'-ling deuice, Sir Amorous! It will pound all your enemies practiſes to poulder, and blow him vp with his owne mine, his owne traine. Nay, wee'll giue fire, I warrant you. But you muſt carry it priuately, without any noyſe, and take no notice by any meanes— Gentlemen, my Princeſſe ſayes, you ſhall haue all her Siluer Diſhes, festinate: and ſhe's gone to alter her Tyre a little, and goe with you— And your ſelfe too, Captaine Otter. By any meanes, Sir. Yes Sir, I doe meane it: but I would entreate my Coſen Sir Amorous, and you Gentlemen, to be Sutors to my Princeſſe, that I may carry my Bull, and my Beare, as well as my Horſe. That you ſhall doe, Captaine Otter. My Coſen will neuer conſent, Gentlemen. She muſt conſent, Sir Amorous, to reaſon. Why, ſhe ſayes they are no decorum among Ladies. But they are decora, and that's better, Sir. I, ſhee muſt heare argument. Did not Paſiphae, who was a Queene, loue a Bull? and was not Caliſto, the Mother of Arcas, turn'd into a Beare, and made a Starre, Miſtris Ʋrſula, i'the Heauens? O God! that I could ha' ſaid as much! I will haue theſe Stories painted i' the Beare-garden, Ex Ouidij Metamorphoſi. Where is your Princeſſe, Captaine? pray' be our Leader. That I ſhall, Sir. Make haſte, good Sir Amorous. SIr, there's an Angell for your ſelfe, and a brace of Angels for your cold. Muſe not at this mannage of my bounty, It is fit, we ſhould thanke Fortune, double to Nature, for any benefit ſhe conferres vpon vs; beſides, it is your imperfection, but my ſolace. I thanke your Worſhip, ſo is it mine, now. What ſayes he, Cutberd? Hee ſayes, Praeſto, Sir, whenſoeuer your Worſhip needs him, he can be readie with the like. Hee got this cold with ſitting vp late, & ſinging Catches with Cloth-workers. No more. I thanke him. God keepe your Worſhip, and giue you much ioy with your faire Spouſe. (Vmh, vmb.) O, ô, ſtay Cutberd! let him giue me fiue ſhillings of my money back. As it is bounty to reward benefits, ſo is it equity to mulct iniuries. I will haue it. What ſayes he? He cannot change it, Sir It muſt be chang'd. Cough againe. What ſayes he? He will cough out the reſt, Sir. (Vmh, vmh, vmh.) Away, away with him, ſtop his mouth, away, I forgiue it.— Fye, Maſter Moroſe, that you will vſe this violence to a man of the Church. How! It do's not become your grauitie, or breeding, (as you pretend in Court) to haue offer'd this out-rage on a water-man, or any more boyſtrous creature, much leſſe on a man of his ciuill Coat. You can ſpeake then!