Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.81 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Sir, I will bail you, at mine own apperill. Nay choose. Do you so too, good Father. I like the fashion o' the project, well, The forks! It may be a lucky one! and is not Intricate, as one would say, but fit for Plain heads, as ours, to deal in. Do you hear Officers, we discharge you. Why this shows A little good nature in you, I confess, But do not tempt your friends thus. Little Guilt-head, Advise your sire, great Guilt-head from these courses: And, here, to trouble a great man in reversion, For a matter o' fifty on a false Alarm, Away, it shows not well. Let him get the pieces And bring 'hem. you'll hear more else. Father. O Master Sledge, are you here? I ha' been to seek you. You are the Constable, they say. Here's one That I do charge with Felony, for the suit He wears, Sir. Who? M. Fitz-Dottrels man? Beware what you do, M. Ambler. Sir, these clothes I'll swear, are mine: and the shoes the gentlewomen I told you of: and ha' him afore a justice, I william. My master, Sir, will pass his word for me. O, can you speak to purpose now? Not I, If you be such a one Sir, I will leave you To your God fathers in Law. Let twelve men work. Do you hear Sir, pray, in private. well, what say you? Brief, for I have no time to lose Truth is, Sir, I am the very Devil, and had leave To take this body, I am in, to serve you. Which was a Cutpurses, and hanged this Morning. And it is likewise true, I stole this suit To clothe me with. But Sir let me not go To prison for it. I have hitherto Lost time, done nothing; shown, indeed, no part O' my Devil's nature. Now, I will so help Your malice, 'gainst these parties: so advance The business, that you have in hand of witchcraft, An your possession, as myself were in you. Teach you such tricks, to make your belly swell, And your eyes turn, to foam, to stare, to gnash Your teeth together, and to beat yourself, Laugh loud, and feign six voices— Out you Rogue! You most infernal counterfeit wretch! Avaunt! Do you think to gull me with your Aesop's Fables? Here take him to you, I ha' no part in him. Sir. Away, I do disclaim, I will not hear you. What said he to you, Sir? Like a lying rascal Told me he was the Devil. How! a good rest! And that he would teach me, such fine devil's tricks For our new resolution. O' pox on him, 'Twas excellent wisely done, Sir, not to trust him.
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461 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Sir, I will bayle you, at mine owne ap-perill. Nay chooſe. Do you ſo too, good Father. I like the faſhion o' the proiect, well, The forkes! It may be a lucky one! and is not Intricate, as one would ſay, but fit for Plaine heads, as ours, to deale in. Do you heare Officers, we diſcharge you. Why this ſhewes A little good nature in you, I confeſſe, But do not tempt your friends thus. Little Guilt-head, Aduiſe your ſire, great Guilt-head from theſe courſes: And, here, to trouble a great man in reuerſion, For a matter o' fifty on a falſe Alarme, Away, it ſhewes not well. Let him get the pieces And bring 'hem. Yo'll heare more elſe. Father. O Maſter Sledge, are you here? I ha' been to ſeeke you. You are the Conſtable, they ſay. Here's one That I do charge with Felony, for the ſuite He weares, Sir. Who? M. Fitz-Dottrels man? Ware what you do, M. Ambler. Sir, theſe clothes I'll ſweare, are mine: and the ſhooes the gentlewomans I told you of: and ha' him afore a Iuſtice, I will. My maſter, Sir, will paſſe his word for me. O, can you ſpeake to purpoſe now? Not I, If you be ſuch a one Sir, I will leaue you To your God fathers in Law. Let twelue men worke. Do you heare Sir, pray, in priuate. well, what ſay you? Briefe, for I haue no time to looſe Truth is, Sir, I am the very Diuell, and had leaue To take this body, I am in, to ſerue you. Which was a Cutpurſes, and hang'd this Morning. And it is likewiſe true, I ſtole this ſuite To cloth me with. But Sir let me not goe To priſon for it. I haue hitherto Loſt time, done nothing; ſhowne, indeed, no part O' my Diuels nature. Now, I will ſo helpe Your malice, 'gainſt theſe parties: ſo aduance The buſineſſe, that you haue in hand of witchcraft, An your poſſeſſion, as my ſelfe were in you. Teach you ſuch tricks, to make your belly ſwell, And your eyes turne, to foame, to ſtare, to gnaſh Your teeth together, and to beate your ſelfe, Laugh loud, and faine ſix voices— Out you Rogue! You moſt infernall counterfeit wretch! Auaunt! Do you thinke to gull me with your Aeſops Fables? Here take him to you, I ha' no part in him. Sir. Away, I do diſclaime, I will not heare you. What ſaid he to you, Sir? Like a lying raskall Told me he was the Diuel. How! a good reſt! And that he would teach me, ſuch fine diuels tricks For our new reſolution. O' pox on him, 'Twas excellent wiſely done, Sir, not to truſt him.