Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Bartholomew Fair · chunk 44 of 72

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Come, Sir, here's a place for you to preach in. Will you put in your leg? That I will, cheerfully. O' my conscience a Seminary! Well my Masters, I'll leave him with you; now I see him bestowed, I'll go look for my goods, and Numps. You may, Sir, I warrant you; where's the t'other Bawler? fetch him too, you shall found 'em both fast enough. In the midst of this tumult, I will yet be the Author of mine own rest, and not minding their fury, sit in the stocks, in that calm, as shall be able to trouble a Triumph. Do you assure me upon your words? may I undertake for you, if I be asked the question; that you have this warrant? What's this fellow, for God's sake? Do but show me Adam Overdoo, and I am satisfied. He is a fellow that is distracted, they say; one Trouble-all: he was an officer in the Court of Pie-poulders, here last year, and put out on his place by justice Overdoo. Ha! Upon which, he took an idle conceit, and's run mad upon't. So that ever since, he will do nothing, but by justice Overdoo's warrant, he will not eat a crust, nor drink a little, nor make him in his apparel, ready. His wife, Sirreverence, cannot get him make his water, or shifted his shirt, without his warrant. If this be true, this is my greatest disaster! how am I bound to satisfy this poor man, that is of so good a nature to me, out of his wits! where there is no room left for dissembling. If you cannot show me Adam Overdoo, I am in doubt of you: I am afraid you cannot answer it. Before me, Neighbour Bristle (and now I think on't better) justice Overdoo, is a very parantory person. O! are you advised of that? and a severe justicer, by your leave. Do I hear ill o''at side, too? He will sit as upright o'the bench, an you mark him, as a candle i'the socket, and give light to the whole Court in every business. But he will burn blue, and swell like a boil (God bless us) an he be angry. I, and he will be angry too, when his list, that's more: and when he is angry, be it right or wrong; he has the Law on's side, ever. I mark that too. I will be more tender hereafter. I see compassion may become a justice, though it be a weakness, I confess; and nearer a vice, than a virtue. Well, take him out o' the stocks again, we'll go a sure way to work, we'll ha' the Ace of hearts of our side, if we can. Come, bring him away to his fellow, there. Master Busy, we shall rule your legs, I hope, though we cannot rule your tongue.
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PlayBartholomew Fair
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [Oct 31]
First performance (BritDrama)1614 [Oct]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 971 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.001
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 822–844 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 72 in this edition
Length480 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.756
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come, Sir, heere's a place for you to preach in. Will you put in your legge? That I will, cheerefully. O' my conſcience a Seminary! Well my Maſters, I'le leaue him with you; now I ſee him beſtow'd, I'le goe looke for my goods, and Numps. You may, Sir, I warrant you; where's the tother Bawler? fetch him too, you ſhall find 'hem both faſt enough. In the mid'ſt of this tumult, I will yet be the Author of mine owne reſt, and not minding their fury, ſit in the ſtockes, in that calme, as ſhall be able to trouble a Triumph. Doe you aſſure me vpon your words? may I vndertake for you, if I be ask'd the queſtion; that you haue this warrant? What's this fellow, for Gods ſake? Doe but ſhew me Adam Ouerdoo, and I am ſatisfied. Hee is a fellow that is diſtracted, they ſay; one Trouble-all: hee was an officer in the Court of Pie-poulders, here laſt yeere, and put out on his place by Iuſtice Ouerdoo. Ha! Vpon which, he tooke an idle conceipt, and's runne mad vpon't. So that euer ſince, hee will doe nothing, but by Iuſtice Ouerdoo's warrant, he will not eate a cruſt, nor drinke a little, nor make him in his apparell, ready. His wife, Sirreuerence, cannot get him make his water, or ſhift his ſhirt, without his warrant. If this be true, this is my greateſt diſaſter! how am I bound to ſatisfie this poore man, that is of ſo good a nature to mee, out of his wits! where there is no roome left for diſſembling. If you cannot ſhew me Adam Ouerdoo, I am in doubt of you: I am afraid you cannot anſwere it. Before me, Neighbour Briſtle (and now I thinke on't better) Iuſtice Ouerdoo, is a very parantory perſon. O! are you aduis'd of that? and a ſeuere Iuſticer, by your leaue. Doe I heare ill o'that ſide, too? He will ſit as vpright o'the bench, an' you marke him, as a candle i'the ſocket, and giue light to the whole Court in euery buſineſſe. But he will burne blew, and ſwell like a bile (God bleſſe vs) an' he be angry. I, and hee will be angry too, when his liſt, that's more: and when hee is angry, be it right or wrong; hee has the Law on's ſide, euer. I marke that too. I will be more tender hereafter. I ſee compaſſion may become a Iuſtice, though it be a weakneſſe, I confeſſe; and neerer a vice, then a vertue. Well, take him out o' the ſtocks againe, wee'll goe a ſure way to worke, wee'll ha' the Ace of hearts of our ſide, if we can. Come, bring him away to his fellow, there. Maſter Buſy, we ſhall rule your legges, I hope, though wee cannot rule your tongue.