Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Bartholomew Fair · chunk 72 of 72

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men
T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns typicality 0.78 · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

Sir, why do you not go on with the enormity? are you oppressed with it? I'll help you: hark you Sir, i'your ear, your Innocent young man, you have ta'en such care of, all this day, is a Cutpurse; that hath got all your brother Coke his things, and helped you to your beating, and the stocks; if you have a mind to hung him now, and show him your Magistrate's wit, you may: but I should think it were better, recovering the goods, and to save your estimation in him. I thank you Sr. for the gift of your Ward, Mrs. Grace: look you, here is your hand & seal, by the way. Mr. Win-wife give you joy, you are Palemon, you are possessed o'the Gentlewoman, but she must pay me value, here's warrant for it. And honest madman, there's thy gown, and cap again; I thank thee for my wife. Nay, I can be mad, sweet heart, when I please, still; never fear me: And careful Numps, where's he? I thank him for my licence. How! 'Tis true, Numps. I'll be hanged than. Look i'your box, Numps, nay, Sir, stand not you fixed here, like a stake in Finsbury to be shot at, or the whipping post i'the Fair, but get your wife out o'the air, it will make her worse else; and remember you are but Adam, Flesh, and blood! you have your frailty, forget your other name of Overdoo, and invite us all to supper. There you and I will compare our discoveries; and drown the memory of all enormity in your biggest bowl at home. How now, Numps, ha' you lost it? I warrant, 'twas when thou wert i'the stocks: why dost not speak? I will never speak while I live, again, for aught I know. Nay, Humphrey, if I be patiented, you must be so too; this pleasant conceited Gentleman hath wrought upon my judgement, and prevailed: I pray you take care of your sick friend, Mistress Alice, and my good friends all— And no enormities. I invite you home, with me to my house, to supper: I will have none fear to go along, for my intents are Ad correctionem, non ad destructionem; Ad aedificandum, non ad diruendum: so lead on. Yes, and bring the Actors along, we'll ha'the rest o'the Play at home. YOur Majesty hath seen the Play, and you can best allow it from your ear, and view. You know the scope of Writers, and what store, of leave is given them, if they take not more, And turn it into licence: you can tell if we have used that leave you gave us, well: Or whether we to rage, or licence break, or be profane, or make profane men speak? This is your power to judge (great Sir) and not the envy of a few. Which if we have got, We value less what their dislike can bring, if it so happy be, t' have pleased the King.
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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 1628–1650 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 72 of 72 in this edition
Length499 words · 687 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Sir, why doe you not goe on with the enormity? are you oppreſt with it? I'le helpe you: harke you Sir, i'your eare, your Innocent young man, you haue tane ſuch care of, all this day, is a Cutpurſe; that hath got all your brother Cokes his things, and help'd you to your beating, and the ſtocks; if you haue a minde to hang him now, and ſhew him your Magiſtrates wit, you may: but I ſhould think it were better, recouering the goods, and to ſaue your eſtimation in him. I thank you Sr. for the gift of your Ward, Mrs. Grace: look you, here is your hand & ſeale, by the way. Mr. Win-wife giue you ioy, you are Palemon, you are poſſeſt o'the Gentlewoman, but ſhe muſt pay me value, here's warrant for it. And honeſt mad-man, there's thy gowne, and cap againe; I thanke thee for my wife. Nay, I can be mad, ſweet heart, when I pleaſe, ſtill; neuer feare me: And carefull Numps, where's he? I thanke him for my licence. How! 'Tis true, Numps. I'll be hang'd then. Loke i'your boxe, Numps, nay, Sir, ſtand not you fixt here, like a ſtake in Finsbury to be ſhot at, or the whipping poſt i'the Fayre, but get your wife out o'the ayre, it wil make her worſe elſe; and remember you are but Adam, Fleſh, and blood! you haue your frailty, forget your other name of Ouerdoo, and inuite vs all to ſupper. There you and I will compare our diſcoueries; and drowne the memory of all enormity in your bigg'ſt bowle at home. How now, Numps, ha' you loſt it? I warrant, 'twas when thou wert i'the ſtocks: why doſt not ſpeake? I will neuer ſpeak while I liue, againe, for ought I know. Nay, Humphrey, if I be patient, you muſt be ſo too; this pleaſant conceited Gentleman hath wrought vpon my iudgement, and preuail'd: I pray you take care of your ſicke friend, Miſtreſſe Alice, and my good friends all— And no enormities. I inuite you home, with mee to my houſe, to ſupper: I will haue none feare to go along, for my intents are Ad correctionem, non ad deſtructionem; Ad aedificandum, non ad diruendum: ſo lead on. Yes, and bring the Actors along, wee'll ha'the reſt o'the Play at home. YOur Maieſty hath ſeene the Play, and you can beſt allow it from your eare, and view. You know the ſcope of Writers, and what ſtore, of leaue is giuen them, if they take not more, And turne it into licence: you can tell if we haue vs'd that leaue you gaue vs, well: Or whether wee to rage, or licence breake, or be prophane, or make prophane men ſpeake? This is your power to iudge (great Sir) and not the enuy of a few. Which if wee haue got, Wee value leſſe what their diſlike can bring, if it ſo happy be, t' haue pleas'd the King.