Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Bartholomew Fair · chunk 57 of 72

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Nay, an you begin to quarrel, Gentlemen, I'll leave you. I ha' paid for quarrelling too lately: look you, a device, but shifting in a hand for a foot. God b'w'you. Wilt thou than leave thy brethrens in tribulation? For this once, Sir. Thou art a halting Neutral stay him there, stop him: that will not endure the heat of persecution. How now, what's the matter? He is fled, he is fled, and dares not sit it out. What, has he made an escape, which way? follow, neighbour Haggis. O me! in the stocks! have the wicked prevailed? Peace religious sister, it is my calling, comfort yourself, an extraordinary calling, and done for my better standing, my surer standing, hereafter. By whose warrant, by whose warrant, this? O, here's my man! dropped in, I looked for. Ha! O good Sir, they have set the faithful, here to be wondered at; and provided holes, for the holy of the land. Had they warrant for it? showed they justicce Overdoo's hand? if they had no warrant, they shall answer it. Sure you did not lock the stocks sufficiently, neighbour Toby! No! see if you can lock 'em better. They are very sufficiently locked, and truly, yet some thing is in the mater. True, your warrant is the matter that is in question, by what warrant? Mad man, hold your peace, I will put you in his room else, in the very same hole, do you see? How! is he a madman! Show me justice Overdoo's warrant. I obey you. You are a mad fool, hold your tongue. In justice Overdoo's name, I drink to you, and here's my warrant. Alas poor wretch! how it earns my heart for him! If he be mad, it is in vain to question him. I'll try though, friend: there was a Gentlewoman, showed you two names, some hour since, Argalus and Palemon, to mark in a book, which of 'em was it you marked? I mark no name, but Adam Overdoo, that is the name of names, he only is the sufficient Magistrate; and that name I reverence, show it me. This fellows mad indeed: I am further of, now, than afore. I shall not breathe in peace, till I have made him some amendss. Well, I will make another use of him, is come in my head: I have a nest of beards in my Trunk, one some thing like his. This mad fool has made me that I know not whether I I have locked the stocks or no, I think I locked 'hem. Take Adam Overdoo in your mind, and fear nothing. 'Slid, madness itself, hold thy peace, and take that. Strikest thou without a warrant? take thou that. We are delivered by miracle; fellow in fetters, let us not refuse the means, this madness was of the spirit: The malice of the enemy hath mocked itself.
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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 1143–1176 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 57 of 72 in this edition
Length484 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.772
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)
Nay, an' you begin to quarrel, Gentlemen, I'll leaue you. I ha' paid for quarrelling too lately: looke you, a deuice, but ſhifting in a hand for a foot. God b'w'you. Wilt thou then leaue thy brethren in tribulation? For this once, Sir. Thou art a halting Neutrall ſtay him there, ſtop him: that will not endure the heat of perſecution. How now, what's the matter? Hee is fled, he is fled, and dares not ſit it out. What, has he made an eſcape, which way? follow, neighbour Haggiſe. O me! in the ſtocks! haue the wicked preuail'd? Peace religious ſiſter, it is my calling, comfort your ſelfe, an extraordinary calling, and done for my better ſtanding, my ſurer ſtanding, hereafter. By whoſe warrant, by whoſe warrant, this? O, here's my man! dropt in, I look'd for. Ha! O good Sir, they haue ſet the faithfull, here to be wonder'd at; and prouided holes, for the holy of the land. Had they warrant for it? ſhew'd they Iuſticce Ouerdoo's hand? if they had no warrant, they ſhall anſwer it. Sure you did not locke the ſtocks ſufficiently, neighbour Toby! No! ſee if you can lock 'hem better. They are very ſufficiently lock'd, and truely, yet ſome thing is in the mater. True, your warrant is the matter that is in queſtion, by what warrant? Mad man, hold your peace, I will put you in his roome elſe, in the very ſame hole, doe you ſee? How! is hee a mad-man! Shew me Iuſtice Ouerdoo's warrant. I obey you. You are a mad foole, hold your tongue. In Iuſtice Ouerdoo's name, I drinke to you, and here's my warrant. Alas poore wretch! how it earnes my heart for him! If hee be mad, it is in vaine to queſtion him. I'le try though, friend: there was a Gentlewoman, ſhew'd you two names, ſome houre ſince, Argalus and Palemon, to marke in a booke, which of 'hem was it you mark'd? I marke no name, but Adam Ouerdoo, that is the name of names, hee onely is the ſufficient Magiſtrate; and that name I reuerence, ſhew it mee. This fellowes madde indeede: I am further off, now, then afore. I ſhall not breath in peace, till I haue made him ſome amends. Well, I will make another vſe of him, is come in my head: I haue a neſt of beards in my Truncke, one ſome thing like his. This mad foole has made mee that I know not whether I I haue lock'd the ſtocks or no, I thinke I lock'd 'hem. Take Adam Ouerdoo in your minde, and feare nothing. S'lid, madneſſe it ſelfe, hold thy peace, and take that. Strikeſt thou without a warrant? take thou that. Wee are deliuered by miracle; fellow in fetters, let vs not refuſe the meanes, this madneſſe was of the ſpirit: The malice of the enemy hath mock'd it ſelfe.