If It Be Not Good, the Devil Is in It (If This Be Not a Good Play, the Devil Is in It) · chunk 40 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1612] (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.74 · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Spir. Ha, ha, ha. Dam. Torments inutterable! oh! damned for nothing? Terrors incomprehensible. Back: you're blown up else. Whooh: hot, hot, hot,- drink,- I am heart-burnt. One drop, a bit. Now, now, now. I am parboiled, I am stewed, I am sod in a kettle of brimstone, pottage.— it scalds,— it scalds,— it scalds,— it scalds— whoop Ha ha ha: But one half crumb, a little little drop, a bit. Towers, towers, towers, towers, pinnacles & towers, battlements and pinnacles, steeples, abbeys, churches and old chimneys. Zounds drink, shall I choke in mine Inn? drink. Drink, drink, oh! one drop, one drop, to cool us. So many tapsters in hell, and none fill drink here: Ball no more, you shall be liquored. Why art thou damned toth' horrors of one hell, Yet feelst ten thousand. Wherefore is thy soul Made sensible of tortures which (each minute) Kill thee ten thousand times, yet canst not die? Some sack. Why for a few sins that are long hence past, Must I feel torments that shall ever last? Ever ever. Let the sack be mulled. Why is the devil, (If man be born good) suffered to make him evil? Man is an ass, if he sit broiling thus i'th' glass house Without drink: two links of my chain for a three half penny bottle of mother consciences Ale: drink. One drop of puddle water to cool us. Leave howling and be damned. Here's drink for thee royal villain. Oh! Is't not good! For blood thoust thirsted, and thy drink is blood. Strikes it so cold to thy heart? here's that shall warm thee (Again. Danation, suries, fire-brandes.— Ha, ha, ha. One drop of moisture, but one crumb. Art hungry, eat this adder: dry? Suck this Snake. Suck and be damned thyself: I'll starve first. Away Is not this all waters? Ruby water, some Ruby water, Or else a bottle of postern water to save charges, or else a Thimbleful of lemon water, to cool my stomach the ru-● By is swilled up all, here's lemon, down with't. Foh, the great devil or else some Aquavite woman has made water, It scalds me. Oooh. Ha ha ha▪— Hell grins to hear this roaring: where's this black child of fathomless perdition? rarest devil That ever hold in Barathrum? here, (dear pupil) Of a new damnation's stamp, Saucer-eyed Lucifer, has drunk to thee this deep infernal bowl off, wilt pledge his ugliness? Reach it me. Choke with it. Ha ha ha. Give fire, blow all the world up. Bounce: 'tis done. Ha ha ha.— I shallbe grinded into dust; It falls: I am mad. I am mad, I am mad.— 4. Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho.—
nodes 2382–2442 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 44 in this edition
Length
451 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.744 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Spir. Ha, ha, ha. Dam. Torments in-vtterable! oh! dambd for nothing? Terrors incomprehensible. Back: y'are blowne vp else. Whooh: hot, hot, hot,-drinck,-I am heart-burnt. One drop, a bit. Now, now, now. I am perbold, I am stewd, I am sod in a kettle of brimstone, pottage.—it scaldes,—it scaldes,—it scaldes,—it scaldes—whoo Ha ha ha: But one halfe crom, a little little drop, a bit. Towers, towers, towers, towers, pinnacles & towers, battlements and pynnacles, steeples, abbeys, churches and old chimnyes. Zounds drinke, hall I choake in mine Inne? drinck. Drinck, drinck, oh! one drop, one drop, to coole vs. So many tapsters in hell, and none fill drinck here: Ball no more, you shall be liquord. Why art thou dambd toth' horrors of one hell, Yet feelst ten thousand. Wherefore is thy soule Made sensible of tortures which (each minute) Kill thee ten thousand times, yet canst not dye? Some sacke. Why for a few sinnes that are long hence past, Must I feele torments that shall euer last? Euer euer. Let the sacke be mulld. Why is the diuell, (If man be borre good) suffred to make him euill? Man is an asse, if he sit broyling thus ith glasse house Without drinke: two links of my chaine for a three halfe peny bottle of mother consciences Ale: drinke. One drop of puddle water to coole vs. Leaue howling and be dambd. Heres drinke for thee royall villaine. Oh! Ist not good! For bloud th'ast thirsted, and thy drinke is bloud. Strikes it so cold to thy heart? heres that shall warme thee (Agen. Danation, suries, fire-brandes.— Ha, ha, ha. One drop of moisture, but one crum. Art hungry, eate this adder: dry? Sucke this Snake. Sucke and be dambd thy selfe: Ile starue first. Away Is not this all waters? Ruby water, some Ruby water, Or els a bottle of posterne water to saue charges, or els a Thimble-full of lymon water, to coole my stomatch the ru- By is swilld vp all, heres lymon, downe with't. Foh, the great diuell or els some Aquauite woman has made water, It salds me. Oooh. Ha ha ha▪— Hell grinnes to heare this roaring: wheres this black child of faddomles perdition? rarest diuell That euer hould in Barathrum? here, (deere pupill) Of a new damnations stamp, Saucer-eyde Lucifer, Hs drunke to thee this deepe infernall boule off, Wut pledge his vglines? Reach it mee. Choake with it. Ha ha ha. Giue fire, blow all the world vp. Bounce: tis don. Ha ha ha.— I shalbe grinded into dust; It falls: I am mad. I am mad, I am mad.— 4. Ha ha ha. Ho ho ho.—