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Every Man in His Humour

by Ben Jonson
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ... within? Cash. No, sir, my master went forth e'en now; but master Downright is within.--Cob! what, Cob! Is he gone too? Wei. Whither went your master, Thomas, canst thou tell? 269 Cash. I know not:to justice Clement's, I think, sir--Cob! Exit. E. Know. Justice Clement! what's he? Wei. Why, dost thou not know him? He is a citymagistrate, a justice here, an excellent good lawyer, and a great scholar; but the only mad, merry old fellow in Europe. I shewed him you the other day. E. Know. Oh, is that he? I remember him now. Good faith,'and he is a very strange presence methinks; it shews as if he stood out of the rank from other men: I have heard many of his jests in the University. They say he will commit a man for taking the wall of his horse. 282 Wei. Ay, or wearing his cloak on one shoulder, or serving of God; any thing, Indeed, if it come in the way of his humour. Re-enter Cash. Cash. Gasper! Martin! Cob! 'Heart, where should they be, trow? Bob. Master Kitely's man, pray thee vouchsafe us the lighting of this match. Cash. Fire on your match! no time but now to vouchsafe?--Francis! Cob! Exit. Bob. Body o' me! here's the remainder of seven pound since yesterday was seven-night. 'Tis your right Trinidado: did you never take any, master Stephen? Step. No, truly, sir; but I 'll learn to take it now, since you commend it so. 296 Bob. Sir, believe me, upon my relation for what I tell you, the world shall not reprove. I have been in the Indies, where this herb grows, where neither myself, nor a dozen gentlemen more of my knowledge, have received the taste of any other nutriment in the world, for the space of one-and-twenty weeks, but the fume of this simple only: therefore, it cannot be, but 'tis most divine. Further, take it in the nature, in the true kind; so, it...

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Book Details

Published
May 1, 2012
Publisher
RareBooksClub.com
Pages
34
Format
Paperback
ISBN
9781231101599

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