Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.86 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
In, here. Where none may interrupt us. You hear, Devil, Lock the streete-doores fast, and let no one in (Except they be this Gentleman's followers) To trouble me. Do you mark? Ye have heard and seen Something, to day; and, by it, you may gather Your Mistress is a fruit, that's worth the stealing And therefore worth the watching. Be you sure, now, Ye have all your eyes about you; and let in No lace-woman; nor bawd, that brings French-masques, And cutworks. See you? Nor old crones, with wafers, To convey letters. Nor no youths, disguised Like country-wives, with cream, and marrow-puddings. Much knavery may be vented in a pudding, Much bawdy intelligence: They ' are shrewd cyphers. Nor turn the key to any neighbours need; Be't but to kindle fire, or beg a little, Put it out, rather: all out, to an ash, That they may see no smoke. Or water, spill it: Knock o' the empty tubs, that by the sound, They may be forbidden entry. Say, we are robbed, If any come to borrow a spoon, or so. I wi' not have good fortune, or gods blessing Let in, while I am busy. I'll take care, Sir: They sha' not trouble you, if they would. Well, do so. I have no singular service of this, now? Nor no superlative Master? I shall wish To be in hell again, at leisure? Bring, A Vice from thence? That had been such a subtlety, As to bring broad-cloths hither: or transport Fresh oranges into Spain. I find it, now; My Chief was i' the right. Can any fiend Boast of a better Vice, than here by nature, And art, th' are owners of? Hell ne'er own me, But I am taken! the fine tract of it Pulls me along! To hear men such professors Grown in our subtlest Sciences! My first Act, now, Shall be, to make this Master of mine cuckold: The primitive work of darkness, I will practise! I will deserve so well of my fair Mistress, By my discoveries, first; my counsels after; And keeping counsel, after that: as who, So ever, is one, I'll be another, sure, I'll ha' my share. Most delicate damned flesh! Slice will be! O! that I could stay time, now, Midnight will come too fast upon me, I fear, To cut my pleasure— Look at the backdoor, One knocks, see who it is. Dainty she-devil! I cannot get this venture of the cloak, Out of my fancy; nor the Gentleman's way, He took, which though 'twere strange, yet 'twas handsome, And had a grace withal, beyond the newness. Sure he will think me that dull stupid creature, He said, and may conclude it; if I find not Some thought to thank th' attemp. He did presume, By all the carriage of it, on my brain, For answer; and will swear 'tis very barren, If it can yield him no return Who is it?
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492 words · 698 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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In, here. Where none may interrupt vs. You heare, Diuel, Lock the ſtreete-doores faſt, and let no one in (Except they be this Gentlemans followers) To trouble mee. Doe you marke? Yo' haue heard and ſeene Something, to day; and, by it, you may gather Your Miſtreſſe is a fruite, that's worth the ſtealing And therefore worth the watching. Be you ſure, now, Yo' haue all your eyes about you; and let in No lace-woman; nor bawd, that brings French-maſques, And cut-works. See you? Nor old croanes, with wafers, To conuey letters. Nor no youths, diſguis'd Like country-wiues, with creame, and marrow-puddings. Much knauery may be vented in a pudding, Much bawdy intelligence: They' are ſhrewd ciphers. Nor turne the key to any neyghbours neede; Be't but to kindle fire, or begg a little, Put it out, rather: all out, to an aſhe, That they may ſee no ſmoake. Or water, ſpill it: Knock o' the empty tubs, that by the ſound, They may be forbid entry. Say, wee are robb'd, If any come to borrow a ſpoone, or ſo. I wi' not haue good fortune, or gods bleſſing Let in, while I am buſie. I'le take care, Sir: They ſha' not trouble you, if they would. Well, doe ſo. I haue no ſingular ſeruice of this, now? Nor no ſuperlatiue Maſter? I ſhall wiſh To be in hell againe, at leaſure? Bring, A Vice from thence? That had bin ſuch a ſubtilty, As to bring broad-clothes hither: or tranſport Freſh oranges into Spaine. I finde it, now; My Chiefe was i' the right. Can any feind Boaſt of a better Vice, then heere by nature, And art, th' are owners of? Hell ne'r owne mee, But I am taken! the fine tract of it Pulls mee along! To heare men ſuch profeſſors Growne in our ſubtleſt Sciences! My firſt Act, now, Shall be, to make this Maſter of mine cuckold: The primitiue worke of darkneſſe, I will practiſe! I will deſerue ſo well of my faire Miſtreſſe, By my diſcoueries, firſt; my counſells after; And keeping counſell, after that: as who, So euer, is one, I'le be another, ſure, I'll ha' my ſhare. Moſt delicate damn'd fleſh! Slice will be! O! that I could ſtay time, now, Midnight will come too faſt vpon mee, I feare, To cut my pleaſure— Looke at the back-doore, One knocks, ſee who it is. Dainty ſhe-Diuell! I cannot get this venter of the cloake, Out of my fancie; nor the Gentlemans way, He tooke, which though 'twere ſtrange, yet 'twas handſome, And had a grace withall, beyond the newneſſe. Sure he will thinke mee that dull ſtupid creature, Hee ſaid, and may conclude it; if I finde not Some thought to thanke th' attemp. He did preſume, By all the carriage of it, on my braine, For anſwer; and will ſweare 'tis very barren, If it can yeeld him no returne Who is it?