Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Staple of News · chunk 31 of 50

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1626 [Feb] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

I am come to speak with you. 'Tis pain for me to speak, a very death, But I will hear you! Sir, you have a Lady, That sojourns with you. Ha'? I am somewhat short In my sense too— Pecunia. O' that side, Very imperfect, on— Whom I would draw Oftener to a poor Office, I am Master of— My hearing is very dead, you must speak quicker. Or, if it please you, Sir, to let her sojourn In part with me; I have a moiety We will divide, halfe of the profits. Ha'? I hear you better now, how come they in? Is it a certain business, or a casual? For I am loath to seek out doubtful courses, Run any hazardous paths, I love straight ways, A just, and upright man! now all trade totters. The trade of money, is fallen, two i'the hundred. That was a certain trade, while th' age was thrifty, And men good husbands, looked unto their stocks, Had their minds bounded; now the public Riot Prostitutes all, scatters away in coaches, In footman's coats, and waiting women's gowns, They must have velvet haunches (with a pox) Now taken up, and yet not pay the use; Bate of the use? I am mad with this times manners. You said even now, it was death for you to speak. I, but an anger, a just anger, (as this is) Puts life in man. Who can endure to see The fury of men's gullets, and their groins? What fires, what cooks, what kitckins might be spared? What Stews, Ponds, Parks, Coupes, Garners, Magazines? What velvets, tissues, scarves, embroideries? And lace's they might lack? They covet things— Superfluous still; when it were much more honour They could want necessary! What need hath Nature Of silver dishes? or gold chamberpots? Of perfumed napkins? or a numerous family, To see her eat? Poor, and wise she, requires Meat only; Hunger is not ambitious: Say, that you were the Emperor of pleasures, The great Dictator of fashions, for all Europe, And had the pomp of all the Courts, and Kingdoms, Laid forth unto the show? to make yourself Gazed, and admired at? You must go to bed, And take your natural rest: than, all this vanisheth. Your bravery was but shown; 'twas not possessed: While it did boast itself, it was than perishing. This man has healthful lungs. All that excess Appeared as little yours, as the Spectators. It scarce fills up the expectation Of a few hours, that entertains men's lives. He has the monopoly of sole-speaking. Why, good Sir? you talk all. Why should I not? Is it not under mine own roof? my feeling? But I came heat to talk with you. Why, an'I will not Talk with you, Sir? you are answered, who sent for you? No body sent for me—
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PlayThe Staple of News
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1626 [Feb]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 972 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.004
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1994–2059 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 50 in this edition
Length475 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.821
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)
I am come to ſpeake with you. 'Tis paine for me to ſpeake, a very death, But I will heare you! Sir, you haue a Lady, That ſoiournes with you. Ha? I am ſomewhat ſhort In my ſenſe too— Pecunia. O' that ſide, Very imperfect, on— Whom I would draw Oftner to a poore Office, I am Maſter of— My hearing is very dead, you muſt ſpeake quicker. Or, if it pleaſe you, Sir, to let her ſoiourne In part with me; I haue a moyety We will diuide, halfe of the profits. Ha? I heare you better now, how come they in? Is it a certaine buſineſſe, or a caſuall? For I am loth to ſeeke out doubtfull courſes, Runne any hazardous paths, I loue ſtreight waies, A iuſt, and vpright man! now all trade totters. The trade of money, is fall'n, two i'the hundred. That was a certaine trade, while th' age was thrifty, And men good husbands, look'd vnto their ſtockes, Had their mindes bounded; now the publike Riot Proſtitutes all, ſcatters away in coaches, In foot-mens coates, and waiting womens gownes, They muſt haue veluet hanches (with a pox) Now taken vp, and yet not pay the vſe; Bate of the vſe? I am mad with this times manners. You ſaid e'en now, it was death for you to ſpeake. I, but an anger, a iuſt anger, (as this is) Puts life in man. Who can endure to ſee The fury of mens gullets, and their groines? What fires, what cookes, what kitckins might be ſpar'd? What Stewes, Ponds, Parks, Coupes, Garners, Magazines? What veluets, tiſſues, ſcarfes, embroyderies? And laces they might lacke? They couet things— Superfluous ſtill; when it were much more honour They could want neceſſary! What need hath Nature Of ſiluer diſhes? or gold chamber-pots? Of perfum'd napkins? or a numerous family, To ſee her eate? Poore, and wiſe ſhe, requires Meate onely; Hunger is not ambitious: Say, that you were the Emperour of pleaſures, The great Dictator of faſhions, for all Europe, And had the pompe of all the Courts, and Kingdomes, Laid forth vnto the ſhew? to make your ſelfe Gaz'd, and admir'd at? You muſt goe to bed, And take your naturall reſt: then, all this vaniſheth. Your brauery was but ſhowen; 'twas not poſſeſt: While it did boaſt it ſelfe, it was then periſhing. This man has healthfull lungs. All that exceſſe Appear'd as little yours, as the Spectators. It ſcarce fills vp the expectation Of a few houres, that entertaines mens liues. He has the monopoly of ſole-ſpeaking. Why, good Sir? you talke all. Why ſhould I not? Is it not vnder mine owne roofe? my feeling? But I came hete to talk with you. Why, an'I will not Talke with you, Sir? you are anſwer'd, who ſent for you? No body ſent for me—