Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.86 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
I must walk With the French stick, like an old verger for you, O, Chief, call me to Hell again, and free me. Do you murmur now? Not I, Sr. What do you take Mr. Devile, the height of your employment, In the true perfect Escudero? When? What do you answer? To be able, Madam, First to inquire, than report the working, Of any Lady's physic, in sweet phrase, Yes, that's an act of elegance, and importance. But what above? O, that I had a goad for him. To found out a good Corn-cutter. Out on him! Most barbarous! Why did you do this, now? Of purpose to discredit me? you damned Devil. Sure, if I be not yet, I shall be. All My days in Hell, were holidays to this! 'Tis labour lost, Madam? HE is a dull fellow Of no capacity! Of no discourse! O, if my Ambler had been here! I, Madam; You talk of a man, where is there such another? Mr. Devile, put case, one of my Ladies, here, Had a fine brach: and would employ you forth To treat 'bout a convenient match for her. What would you observe? The colour, and the size, Madam. And nothing else? The Moon, you calf, the Moon! I, and the Sign. Yes, and receipts for proneness. Than when the Puppies came, what would you do? Get their nativities cast! This's well. What more? Consult the Almanac-man which would be least? Which cleanliest? And which silentest? This's well, madam! And while she were with puppy? Walk her out, And air her every morning! Very good! And be industrious to kill her fleas? Yes! He will make a pretty proficient. Who, Coming from Hell, could look for such Catechising? The Devil is an Ass. I do acknowledge it. The top of woman! All her sex in abstract! I love her, to each syllable, falls from her. Good madam give me leave to go aside with him! And try him a little! Do, and I'll withdraw, Madam, With this fair Lady: read to her, the while. Come, Sr. Dear Chief, relieve me, or I perish. Lady, we'll follow. You are not jealous Sir? O, madame! you shall see. Stay wife, behold, I give her up here, absolutely, to you, She is your own. Do with her what you will! Melt, cast, and form her as you shall think good! Set any stamp on! I'll receive her from you As a new thing, by your own standard! Well, Sir! But what ha' you done i' your Dependence, since? O, it goes on, I met your Cousin, the Master— You did not acquaint him, Sr? Faith, but I did, Sr. And upon better thought, not without reason! He being chief Officer, might ha' ta'en it ill, else, As a Contempt against his Place, and that In time Sir, ha' drawn on another Dependence. Not, I did find him in good terms, and ready To do me any service.
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496 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.861 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I muſt walke With the French ſticke, like an old vierger for you, O, Chiefe, call mee to Hell againe, and free mee. Do you murmur now? Not I, Sr. What do you take Mr. Deuile, the height of your employment, In the true perfect Eſcudero? When? What doe you anſwer? To be able, Madame, Firſt to enquire, then report the working, Of any Ladies phyſicke, in ſweete phraſe, Yes, that's an act of elegance, and importance. But what aboue? O, that I had a goad for him. To find out a good Corne-cutter. Out on him! Moſt barbarous! Why did you doe this, now? Of purpoſe to diſcredit me? you damn'd Diuell. Sure, if I be not yet, I ſhall be. All My daies in Hell, were holy-daies to this! 'Tis labour loſt, Madame? H' is a dull fellow Of no capacity! Of no diſcourſe! O, if my Ambler had beene here! I, Madame; You talke of a man, where is there ſuch another? Mr. Deuile, put caſe, one of my Ladies, heere, Had a fine brach: and would imploy you forth To treate 'bout a conuenient match for her. What would you obſerue? The color, and the ſize, Madame. And nothing elſe? The Moon, you calfe, the Moone! I, and the Signe. Yes, and receits for proneneſſe. Then when the Puppies came, what would you doe? Get their natiuities caſt! This's wel. What more? Conſult the Almanack-man which would be leaſt? Which cleanelieſt? And which ſilenteſt? This's wel, madame! And while ſhe were with puppy? Walke her out, And ayre her euery morning! Very good! And be induſtrious to kill her fleas? Yes! He will make a pretty proficient. Who, Comming from Hell, could looke for ſuch Catechiſing? The Diuell is an Aſſe. I doe acknowledge it. The top of woman! All her ſexe in abſtract! I loue her, to each ſyllable, falls from her. Good madame giue me leaue to goe aſide with him! And try him a little! Do, and I'll with-draw, Madame, VVith this faire Lady: read to her, the while. Come, Sr. Deare Chiefe, relieue me, or I periſh. Lady, we'll follow. You are not iealous Sir? O, madame! you ſhall ſee. Stay wife, behold, I giue her vp heere, abſolutely, to you, She is your owne. Do with her what you will! Melt, caſt, and forme her as you ſhall thinke good! Set any ſtamp on! I'll receiue her from you As a new thing, by your owne ſtandard! Well, Sir! BVt what ha' you done i' your Dependance, ſince? O, it goes on, I met your Couſin, the Maſter— You did not acquaint him, Sr? Faith, but I did, Sr. And vpon better thought, not without reaſon! He being chiefe Officer, might ha' tane it ill, elſe, As a Contempt againſt his Place, and that In time Sir, ha' drawne on another Dependance. No, I did finde him in good termes, and ready To doe me any ſeruice.