Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Devil Is an Ass · chunk 31 of 54

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 461 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Much good do you, Sr. I shall be rid o' this tyranny, one day? Not, While you do eat; and lie, about the town, here; And cousin i' your bullions; and I stand Your name of credit, and compound your business; Adjourn your beat every term; and make New parties for your projects. I have, now, A pretty task, of it, to hold you in Wi' your Lady Tail-bush: but the toy will be, How we shall both come of? Leave you your doubting. And do your portion, what's assigned you: I Never failed yet. With reference to your aids? You'll still be unthankful. Where shall I meet you, anon? You ha' some feat to do alone, now, I see; You wish me gone, well, I will find you out, And bring you after to the audit. 'Slight! There's Engines share too, I had forgot! This reign Is too-too-unsuportable! I must Quit myself of this vassalage! Ingine! welcome. HOw goes the cry? Excellent well! Wil't do? Where's Robinson? Here is the Gentleman, Sir. Will undertake t' himself. I have acquainted him, Why did you so? Why, Robinson would ha' told him, You know. And he's a pleasant wit! will hurt Nothing you purpose. Than, he ' is of opinion, That Robinson might want audacity, She being such a gallant. Now, he has been, In Spain, and knows the fashions there; and can Discourse; and being but mirth (he says) leave much, To his care: But he is too tall! For that, He has the bravest device! (you'll love him for't) To say, he wears Cioppinos: and they do so In Spain. And Robinson's as tall, as he. Is he so? Every jot. Nay, I had rather To trust a Gentleman with it, o' the two. Pray you go to him, than, Sir, and salute him. Sir, my friend Ingine has acquainted you With a strange business, here. A merry one, Sir. The Duke of Drowned-land, and his Duchess? Yes, Sir. Now, that the Conjurers ha' laid him by, I ha' made bold, to borrow him a while; With purpose, yet, to put him out I hope To his best use? Yes, Sir. For that small part, That I am trusted with, put of your care: I would not loose to do it, for the mirth, Will follow of it; and well, I have a fancy. Sir, that will make it well. You will report it so. Where must I have my dressing? At my house, Sir. You shall have caution, Sir, for what he yields, To six pence. You shall pardon me. I will share, Sir, I' your sports, only: nothing i' your purchase. But you must furnish me with compliments, To th' manner of Spain; my coach, my guarda duennas;
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PlayThe Devil Is an Ass
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1616 [Oct-Nov (?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1616
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 973 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.003
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1946–2017 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 54 in this edition
Length461 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Much good do you, Sr. I ſhall be rid o' this tyranny, one day? Not, While you doe eate; and lie, about the towne, here; And coozen i' your bullions; and I ſtand Your name of credit, and compound your buſineſſe; Adiourne your beatings euery terme; and make New parties for your proiects. I haue, now, A pretty taſque, of it, to hold you in Wi' your Lady Tayle-buſh: but the toy will be, How we ſhall both come off? Leaue you your doubting. And doe your portion, what's aſſign'd you: I Neuer fail'd yet. With reference to your aydes? You'll ſtill be vnthankfull. Where ſhall I meete you, anon? You ha' ſome feate to doe alone, now, I ſee; You wiſh me gone, well, I will finde you out, And bring you after to the audit. S'light! There's Ingines ſhare too, I had forgot! This raigne Is too-too-vnſuportable! I muſt Quit my ſelfe of this vaſſalage! Ingine! welcome. HOw goes the cry? Excellent well! Wil't do? VVhere's Robinſon? Here is the Gentleman, Sir. VVill undertake t' himſelfe. I haue acquainted him, VVhy did you ſo? VVhy, Robinſon would ha' told him, You know. And hee's a pleaſant wit! will hurt Nothing you purpoſe. Then, he' is of opinion, That Robinſon might want audacity, She being ſuch a gallant. Now, hee has beene, In Spaine, and knowes the faſhions there; and can Diſcourſe; and being but mirth (hee ſaies) leaue much, To his care: But he is too tall! For that, He has the braueſt deuice! (you'll loue him for't) To ſay, he weares Cioppinos: and they doe ſo In Spaine. And Robinſon's as tall, as hee. Is he ſo? Euery iot. Nay, I had rather To truſt a Gentleman with it, o' the two. Pray you goe to him, then, Sir, and ſalute him. Sir, my friend Ingine has acquainted you With a ſtrange buſineſſe, here. A merry one, Sir. The Duke of Drown'd-land, and his Dutcheſſe? Yes, Sir. Now, that the Coniurers ha' laid him by, I ha' made bold, to borrow him a while; With purpoſe, yet, to put him out I hope To his beſt vſe? Yes, Sir. For that ſmall part, That I am truſted with, put off your care: I would not loſe to doe it, for the mirth, Will follow of it; and well, I haue a fancy. Sir, that will make it well. You will report it ſo. Where muſt I haue my dreſſing? At my houſe, Sir. You ſhall haue caution, Sir, for what he yeelds, To ſix pence. You ſhall pardon me. I will ſhare, Sir, I' your ſports, onely: nothing i' your purchaſe. But you muſt furniſh mee with complements, To th' manner of Spaine; my coach, my guarda duenn'as;