Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1616 [Oct-Nov (?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.82 · 529 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
He is a Devil! and may be our Chief! The great Superior Devil! for his malice? Archdevil! I acknowledge him. He knew What I would suffer, when he tied me up thus In a rogues body: and he has (I thank him) His tyrannous pleasure on me, to confine me To the unlucky carcase of a Cutpurse, Wherein I could do nothing. Impudent fiend, Stop thy lewd mouth. Dost thou not shame and tremble To lay thine own dull damned defects upon An innocent case, there? Why thou heavy slave! The spirit, that did possess that flesh before Put more true life, in a finger, and a thumb, Than thou in the whole Mass. Yet thou rebell'st And murmurest? What one proffer hast thou made, Wicked enough, this day, that might be called Worthy thine own, much less the name that sent thee? First, thou didst help thyself into a beating Promptly, and with it endangered'st too thy tongue: A Devil, and could not keep a body entire One day! That, for our credit. And to vindicate it, Hinderdest (for aught thou knowst) a deed of darkness: Which was an act of that egregious folly, As no one, toward the Devil, could ha' thought on, This for your acting! but for suffering! why Thou hast been cheated on, with a false beard, And a turned cloak. Faith, would your predecessor The Cutpurse, think you, ha' been so? Out upon thee, The hurt th' hast done, to let men know their strength, And that the are able to outdo a devil Put in a body, will for ever be A scar upon our Name! whom hast thou dealt with, Woman or man, this day, but have outgone thee Some way, and most have proved the better fiends? Yet, you would be employed? Yes, hell shall make you Provincial o' the Cheaters or Bawd-ledger, For this side o' the town! No doubt you'll tender A rare account of things. Bane o' your itch, And scratching for employment. I'll ha' brimstone To all lay it sure, and fire to singe your nails of, But, that I would not such a damned dishonour Stick on our state, as that the devil were hanged; And could not save a body, that he took From Tyburn, but it must come thither again: You should even ride. But, up away with him— Mount, darling of darkness, my shoulders are broad: He that caries the fiend, is sure of his load. The Devil was want to carry away the evil; But, now, the Evil out-carries the Devil. O me! 1. What's this? 2. A ●ece of justice Hall Is broken down. 3. Fough! what esteem of brimstone Is here? 4. The prisoner's dead, came in but now! Ha'? where? 4. Look here. 'Slid, I should know his countenance! It is Gill-Cut-purse, was hanged out, this morning! 'Tis he! 2. The Devil, sure, has a hand in this! 3. What shall we do? Carry the news of it Unto the Sheriffs. 1. And to the justices. 4. This strange! 3. And savours of the Devil, strongly! 2. I ha' the sulphur of Hell-coal i' my nose. 1. Fough.
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529 words · 763 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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He is a Diuell! and may be our Cheife! The great Superiour Diuell! for his malice? Arch-diuel! I acknowledge him. He knew What I would ſuffer, when he tie'd me vp thus In a rogues body: and he has (I thanke him) His tyrannous pleaſure on me, to confine me To the vnlucky carkaſſe of a Cutpurſe, Wherein I could do nothing. Impudent fiend, Stop thy lewd mouth. Doeſt thou not ſhame and tremble To lay thine owne dull damn'd defects vpon An nnocent caſe, there? Why thou heauy ſlaue! The ſpirit, that did poſſeſſe that fleſh before Put more true life, in a finger, and a thumbe, Then thou in the whole Maſſe. Yet thou rebell'ſt And murmur'ſt? What one profer haſt thou made, Wicked inough, this day, that might be call'd Worthy thine owne, much leſſe the name that ſent thee? Firſt, thou did'ſt helpe thy ſelfe into a beating Promptly, and with 't endangered'ſt too thy tongue: A Diuell, and could not keepe a body intire One day! That, for our credit. And to vindicate it, Hinderd'ſt (for ought thou know'ſt) a deed of darkneſſe: Which was an act of that egregious folly, As no one, to'ard the Diuel, could ha' thought on, This for your acting! but for ſuffering! why Thou haſt beene cheated on, with a falſe beard, And a turn'd cloake. Faith, would your predeceſſour The Cutpurſe, thinke you, ha' been ſo? Out vpon thee, The hurt th' haſt don, to let men know their ſtrength, And that the' are able to out-doe a diuel Put in a body, will for euer be A ſcarre vpon our Name! whom haſt thou dealt with, Woman or man, this day, but haue out-gone thee Some way, and moſt haue prou'd the better fiendes? Yet, you would be imploy'd? Yes, hell ſhall make you Prouinciall o' the Cheaters or Bawd-ledger, For this ſide o' the towne! No doubt you'll render A rare accompt of things. Bane o' your itch, And ſcratching for imployment. I'll ha' brimſtone To al lay it ſure, and fire to ſindge your nayles off, But, that I would not ſuch a damn'd diſhonor Sticke on our ſtate, as that the diuell were hang'd; And could not ſaue a body, that he tooke From Tyborne, but it muſt come thither againe: You ſhould e'en ride. But, vp away with him— Mount, dearling of darkeneſſe, my ſhoulders are broad: He that caries the fiend, is ſure of his loade. The Diuell was wont to carry away the euill; But, now, the Euill out-carries the Diuell. O mee! 1. What's this? 2. A ece of Iuſtice Hall Is broken downe. 3. Fough! what eſteeme of brimſtone Is here? 4. The priſoner's dead, came in but now! Ha? where? 4. Look here. S'lid, I ſhuld know his countenance! It is Gill-Cut-purſe, was hang'd out, this morning! 'Tis he! 2. The Diuell, ſure, has a hand in this! 3. What ſhall wee doe? Carry the newes of it Vnto the Sherifes. 1. And to the Iuſtices. 4. This ſtrange! 3. And ſauours of the Diuell, ſtrongly! 2. I' ha' the ſulphure of Hell-coale i' my noſe. 1. Fough.