Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Devil Is an Ass · chunk 40 of 54

Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 496 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.

This's scurvy! And a forced gravity! I do not like it. I like our own much better. 'Tis more French, And Courtly ours. And tastes more liberty. We may have our dozen of visiters, at once, Make love t' us. And before our husbands? Husband? As I am honest, Tail-bush I do think If no body should love me, but my poor husband, I should e'en hung myself. Fortune forbidden, wench: So fair a neck should have so foul a necklace, 'Tis true, as I am handsome! I received, Lady, A token from you, which I would not be Rude to refuse, being your first remembrance. O, I am satisfied now! Do you see it, Sir.) But since you come, to know me, nearer, Lady, I'll beg the honour, you will wear it for me, It must be so. Sure I have heard this tongue. What do you mean, Sr? Would you ha'me mercenary? We'll recompense it anon, in somewhat else, I do not love to be gulled, though in a toy. Wife, do you hear? ye are come into the School, wife, Where you may learn, I do perceive it, any thing! How to be fine, or fair, or great, or proud, Or what you will, indeed, wife; here 'tis taught. And I am glad on't, that you may not say, Another day, when honours come upon you, You wanted means. I ha' done my parts: been, To day, at fifty pound charge, first, for a ring, To get you entered. Than left my new Play, To wait upon you, here, to see't confirmed. That I may say, both to mine own eyes, and ears, Senses, you are my witness, sha' hath enjoyed All helps that could be had, for love, or money— To make a fool of her. Wife, that's your malice, The wickedness o' you nature to interpret Your husband's kindesse thus. But I'll not leave; Still to do good, for your depraved affections: Intent it. bend this stubborn will; be great. Good Madam, whom do they use in messages? They commonly use their slaves, Madam. And does your Ladyship. Think that so good, Madam? no, indeed, Madam; I, Therein prefer the fashion of England far, Of your young delicate Page, or discreet Usher, And I go with your Ladyship, in opinion, Directly for your Gentleman-usher, There's not a finer Officer goes on ground. If he be made and broken to his place, once. Nay, so I presuppose him. And they are fit Managers too, Sir, but I would have 'em called Our Escuderoes. Good. Say, I should sand To your Ladyship, who (I presume) has gathered All the dear secrets, to know how to make Pastilloes of the Duchess of Braganza, Coquettes, Almoiauana's, Mantecadas, Alcoreas, Mustaccioli; or say it were The Peladore of Isabel, or balls Against the itch, or aqua nanfa, or oil Of jessamine for gloves, of the marquis Muja; Or for the head, and hair: why, these are offices
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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 2622–2695 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 54 in this edition
Length496 words · 721 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.823
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)
This's ſciruy! And a forc'd grauity! I doe not like it. I like our owne much better. 'Tis more French, And Courtly ours. And taſts more liberty. VVe may haue our doozen of viſiters, at once, Make loue t' vs. And before our husbands? Huſband? As I am honeſt, Tayle-buſh I doe thinke If no body ſhould loue mee, but my poore husband, I ſhould e'n hang my ſelfe. Fortune forbid, wench: So faire a necke ſhould haue ſo foule a neck-lace, 'Tis true, as I am handſome! I receiu'd, Lady, A token from you, which I would not bee Rude to refuſe, being your firſt remembrance. O, I am ſatisfied now! Do you ſee it, Sir.) But ſince you come, to know me, neerer, Lady, I'll begge the honour, you will weare it for mee, It muſt be ſo. Sure I haue heard this tongue. What do you meane, Sr? Would you ha'me mercenary? We'll recompence it anon, in ſomewhat elſe, I doe not loue to be gull'd, though in a toy. VVife, doe you heare? yo' are come into the Schole, wife, VVhere you may learne, I doe perceiue it, any thing! How to be fine, or faire, or great, or proud, Or what you will, indeed, wife; heere 'tis taught. And I am glad on't, that you may not ſay, Another day, when honours come vpon you, You wanted meanes. I ha' done my parts: beene, To day, at fifty pound charge, firſt, for a ring, To get you entred. Then left my new Play, To wait vpon you, here, to ſee't confirm'd. That I may ſay, both to mine owne eyes, and eares, Senſes, you are my witneſſe, ſha' hath inioy'd All helps that could be had, for loue, or money— To make a foole of her. Wife, that's your malice, The wickedneſſe o' you nature to interpret Your husbands kindeſſe thus. But I'll not leaue; Still to doe good, for your deprau'd affections: Intend it. Bend this ſtubborne will; be great. Good Madame, whom do they vſe in meſſages? They cōmonly vſe their ſlaues, Madame. And do's your Ladiſhip. Thinke that ſo good, Madame? no, indeed, Madame; I, Therein preferre the faſhion of England farre, Of your young delicate Page, or diſcreet Vſher, And I goe with your Ladiſhip, in opinion, Directly for your Gentleman-vſher, There's not a finer Officer goes on ground. If hee be made and broken to his place, once. Nay, ſo I preſuppoſe him. And they are fitter Managers too, Sir, but I would haue 'hem call'd Our Eſcudero's. Good. Say, I ſhould ſend To your Ladiſhip, who (I preſume) has gather'd All the deare ſecrets, to know how to make Paſtillos of the Dutcheſſe of Braganza, Coquettas, Almoiauana's, Mantecada's, Alcoreas, Muſtaccioli; or ſay it were The Peladore of Iſabella, or balls Againſt the itch, or aqua nanfa, or oyle Of Ieſſamine for gloues, of the Marqueſſe Muja; Or for the head, and hayre: why, theſe are offices