Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.78 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Good Knave good Rascal, and good Traitor. Now, I do find you parcel- Devil, indeed. Vpo' the point of trust? I' your first charge? The very day o' your probation? To tempt your Mistress? You do see, good wedlock, How I directed him. Why, where Sr, were you? Nay, there is one blow more, for exercise: I told you, I should do it. Would you had done, Sir. O wife, the rarest man! yet there's another To put you in mind o' the last. such a brave man, wife! Within, he has his projects, and does vent 'em, The gallantest! where you tentiginous? ha'? Would you be acting of the Incubus? Did her silks rustling move you? Gentle Sir. Out of my sight. If thy name were not Devil, Thou shouldst not stay a minute with me. In, Go, yet stay: yet go too. I am resolved, What I will do: and you shall know't aforehand. Soon as the Gentleman is gone, do you hear? I'll help your lisping. Wife, such a man, wife! He has such plots! He will make me a Duke! Not less, by heaven! six Mares, to your coach, wife! That's your proportion! And your coachman bald! Because he shall be bore, enough. Do not you laugh, We are looking for a place, and all, i' the map What to be of. Have faith, be not an Infidel. You know, I am not easy to be gulled. I swear, when I have my millions, else, I'll make Another Duchess; if you ha' not faith. You'll ha' too much, I fear, in these false spirits, Spirits? O, no such thing! wife! wit, mere wit! This man defies the Devil, and all his works! He dost by Engine, and devices, he! He has his winged ploughs, that go with sails, Will plough you forty acres, at once! and mills, Will spout you water, ten miles of! All Crowland Is ours, wife; and the fens, from us, in Norfolk, To the utmost bound of Lincolnshire! we have viewed it, And measured it within all; by the scale! The richest tract of land, Love, i' the kingdom! There will be made seventeen, or eighteen millions; Or more, as't may be handled! wherefore, think, Sweet heart, if th' hast a fancy to one place, Moore than another, to be Duchess of; Now, name it: I will have't, what ere it cost, (If it will be had for money) either here, Or' n France, or Italy. You ha' strange fantasies! WHere are you, Sir? I see thou hast no talon This way, wife. Up to thy gallery; do, Chuck, Leave us to talk of it, who understand it. I think we ha' found a place to fit you, now, Sir. Gloucester. O, no, I'll none! Why, Sr? 'tis fatal. That you say right in. Spenser, I think, the younger, Had his last honour thence. But, he was but Earl.
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487 words · 705 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.784 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Good Knaue good Raſcal, and good Traitor. Now, I doe finde you parcel-Diuell, indeed. Vpo' the point of truſt? I' your firſt charge? The very day o' your probation? To tempt your Miſtreſſe? You doe ſee, good wedlocke, How I directed him. Why, where Sr, were you? Nay, there is one blow more, for exerciſe: I told you, I ſhould doe it. Would you had done, Sir. O wife, the rareſt man! yet there's another To put you in mind o' the laſt. ſuch a braue man, wife! Within, he has his proiects, and do's vent 'hem, The gallanteſt! where you tentiginous? ha? Would you be acting of the Incubus? Did her ſilks ruſtling moue you? Gentle Sir. Out of my ſight. If thy name were not Diuell, Thou ſhould'ſt not ſtay a minute with me. In, Goe, yet ſtay: yet goe too. I am reſolu'd, What I will doe: and you ſhall know't afore-hand. Soone as the Gentleman is gone, doe you heare? I'll helpe your liſping. Wife, ſuch a man, wife! He has ſuch plots! He will make mee a Duke! No leſſe, by heauen! ſix Mares, to your coach, wife! That's your proportion! And your coach-man bald! Becauſe he ſhall be bare, inough. Doe not you laugh, We are looking for a place, and all, i' the map What to be of. Haue faith, be not an Infidell. You know, I am not eaſie to be gull'd. I ſweare, when I haue my millions, elſe, I'll make Another Dutcheſſe; if you ha' not faith. You'll ha' too much, I feare, in theſe falſe ſpirits, Spirits? O, no ſuch thing! wife! wit, mere wit! This man defies the Diuell, and all his works! He dos't by Ingine, and deuiſes, hee! He has his winged ploughes, that goe with ſailes, Will plough you forty acres, at once! and mills, Will ſpout you water, ten miles off! All Crowland Is ours, wife; and the fens, from vs, in Norfolke, To the vtmoſt bound of Lincoln-ſhire! we haue view'd it, And meaſur'd it within all; by the ſcale! The richeſt tract of land, Loue, i' the kingdome! There will be made ſeuenteene, or eighteene millions; Or more, as't may be handled! wherefore, thinke, Sweet heart, if th' haſt a fancy to one place, More then another, to be Dutcheſſe of; Now, name it: I will ha't, what ere it coſt, (If 't will be had for money) either here, Or 'n France, or Italy. You ha' ſtrange phantaſies! WHere are you, Sir? I ſee thou haſt no talent This way, wife. Vp to thy gallery; doe, Chuck, Leaue vs to talke of it, who vnderſtand it. I thinke we ha' found a place to fit you, now, Sir. Gloc'ſter. O, no, I'll none! Why, Sr? Tis fatall. That you ſay right in. Spenſer, I thinke, the younger, Had his laſt honour thence. But, he was but Earle.