Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.87 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
SIR, your good pardon, that I thus presume Upon your privacy. I am borne a Gentleman, A younger brother; but, in some disgrace, Now, with my friends: and want some little means, To keep me upright, while things be reconciled. Please you, to let my service be of use to you, Sir. Service? 'fore hell, my heart was at my mouth, Till I had viewed his shoes well: for, those roses Were big enough to hid a cloven foot. Not, friend, my number's full. I have one servant, Who is my all, indeed; and, from the broom Unto the brush: for, just so far, I trust him. He is my Wardrobe man, my Cater, Cook, Butler, and Steward; looks unto my horse: And helps to watch my wife. HE has all the places, That I can think on, from the garret downward, Even to the manger, and the currycomb. Sir, I shall put your worship to no charge, Moore than my meat, and that but very little, I'll serve you for your love. Ha'? without wages? I'll hearken o' that ear, were I at leisure. But now, I'm busy.' Pray the, friend forbear me, And ' thou hadst been a Devil, I should say Somewhat more to thee. Thou dost hinder, now, My meditations. Sir, I am a Devil. How! A true Devil, Sr. Nay, now, you lie: Under your favour, friend, for, I'll not quarrel. I looked o' your feet, afore, you cannot cousin me, Your shoo's not cloven, Sir, you are whole hoofed. Sir, that's a popular error, deceives many: But I am that, I tell you. What's your name? My name is Devil, Sr. Sayst thou true. Indeed, Sr. 'Slid! there's some omen i' this! what countryman? Of Derbyshire, Sr. about the Peake. That Hole Belonged to your Ancestors? Yes, Devil's arse, Sr. I'll entertain him for the name sake. Ha'? And turn away my t'other man? and save Four pound a year by that? there's luck, and thrift too! The very Devil may come, hereafter, as well. Friend, I receive you: but (withal) I acquaint you, Aforehand, if ye offend me, I must beaten you. It is a kind of exercise, I use. And cannot be without. Yes, if I do not Offend, you can, sure. Faith, Devil, very hardly: I'll call you by your surname, 'cause I love it. YOnder he walks, Sir, I'll go lift him for you. To him, good Engine, raise him up by degrees, Gently, and hold him there too, you can do it. Show yourself now, a Mathematical broker. I'll warrant you for half a piece. 'Tis done, Sr. Is't possible there should be such a man? You shall be your own witness, I'll not labour To tempt you passed your faith. And is his wife So very handsome, say you? I ha' not seen her, Since I came home from travel: and they say, She is not altered. Than, before I went, I saw her once; but so, as she hath stuck Still i' my view, no object hath removed her.
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512 words · 743 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.873 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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SIR, your good pardon, that I thus preſume Vpon your priuacy. I am borne a Gentleman, A younger brother; but, in ſome diſgrace, Now, with my friends: and want ſome little meanes, To keepe me vpright, while things be reconcil'd. Pleaſe you, to let my ſeruice be of vſe to you, Sir. Seruice? 'fore hell, my heart was at my mouth, Till I had view'd his ſhooes well: for, thoſe roſes Were bigge inough to hide a clouen foote. No, friend, my number's full. I haue one ſeruant, Who is my all, indeed; and, from the broome Vnto the bruſh: for, iuſt ſo farre, I truſt him. He is my Ward-robe man, my Cater, Cooke, Butler, and Steward; lookes vnto my horſe: And helpes to watch my wife. H' has all the places, That I can thinke on, from the garret downward, E'en to the manger, and the curry-combe. Sir, I ſhall put your worſhip to no charge, More then my meate, and that bu very little, I'le ſerue you for your loue. Ha? without wages? I'le harken o' that eare, were I at leaſure. But now, I'm buſie. 'Pr'y the, friend forbeare mee, And 'thou hadſt beene a Diuell, I ſhould ſay Somewhat more to thee. Thou doſt hinder, now, My meditations. Sir, I am a Diuell. How! A true Diuell, Sr. Nay, now, you ly: Vnder your fauour, friend, for, I'll not quarrell. I look'd o' your feet, afore, you cannot coozen mee, Your ſhoo's not clouen, Sir, you are whole hoof'd. Sir, that's a popular error, deceiues many: But I am that, I tell you. What's your name? My name is Diuell, Sr. Sai'ſt thou true. Indeed, Sr. 'Slid! there's ſome omen i' this! what countryman? Of Derby-ſhire, Sr. about the Peake. That Hole Belong'd to your Anceſtors? Yes, Diuells arſe, Sr. I'll entertaine him for the name ſake. Ha? And turne away my tother man? and ſaue Foure pound a yeere by that? there's lucke, and thrift too! The very Diuell may come, heereafter, as well. Friend, I receiue you: but (withall) I acquaint you, Aforehand, if yo' offend mee, I muſt beat you. It is a kinde of exerciſe, I vſe. And cannot be without. Yes, if I doe not Offend, you can, ſure. Faith, Diuell, very hardly: I'll call you by your ſurname, 'cauſe I loue it. YOnder hee walkes, Sir, I'll goe lift him for you. To him, good Ingine, raiſe him vp by degrees, Gently, and hold him there too, you can doe it. Shew your ſelfe now, a Mathematicall broker. I'll warrant you for halfe a piece. 'Tis done, Sr. Is't poſſible there ſhould be ſuch a man? You ſhall be your owne witneſſe, I'll not labour To tempt you paſt your faith. And is his wife So very handſome, ſay you? I ha' not ſeene her, Since I came home from trauell: and they ſay, Shee is not alter'd. Then, before I went, I ſaw her once; but ſo, as ſhee hath ſtuck Still i' my view, no obiect hath remou'd her.