Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.87 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Oh uncle, that you should thus carp at my happiness, and traduce my Cameradoes, men of such spirit and valour. Yes, Captain and Lieutenant, how a vengeance came they by these titles? fellows that have been only fleshed in the ruin of black pots, and glass windows, the very scum of all rudeness. Have you any money about you? What to do? Bribe me to keep counsel: you are but a dead man if they know on't: you have puffed out your soul in their calumnies. Hang them fellows so sordid, that no disgrace can stick upon them, they are choice company; for there's hardly the like of them. A man cannot discern the ground of their discourse for oaths, unless you were divorced from all reason, you would not be wedded to such acquaintance. Why how now mongrel, are you barking? by this air 'tis an indignity to my discretion, that is so happy in the election of their virtues: the only prime wits in town, things come so rarely from them, a man is kept in a perpetual appetite. I would not let them stay to offend you, neither can I endure their reproach. Farewell uncle. Well I will not trouble myself any more to look after him, I'll marry, and thrust him out of all, that's the conclusion. Desinit Actus primus. But are you certain of it? I o'erheard it. When she did plot her own destruction, And sealed it with her hand, and kissed upon't. You know Aurelio? Yes sir, was it he? That Beggar, that undone thing. Let me alone To fetch her off the quicksands, and then I'll board her, And steer her myself. That I were so happy To know she loved you. housewife do you hear? Here is a Gentleman has Land and means, And wit, and beauty, more I wis then other: Make much of him, and what he says, be ruled by him. Let me alone, I warrant you. I leave you. Now all the powers of love assist me in it, To counterfeit a Passion and Dissemble. All my delight's to fool them, and then leave them. I serve your women, as the Hollanders Do by some towns they get; when they have won them, They slight them straight. Now I address myself. Lady how fare you? you are melancholy. If you do know't so well, why do you ask me? 'tis from the tender care I have of you: But an ill fate pursues my true endeavours, To have them still misconstrued: 'tis not well done, To lay the burden of your cruelty On my affection, and to make that faith, The passive subject of your dire disdain, That is so active in obedience. Pray let me counsel you. Counsel, what's that? Not Phoebus with his art, or all the drugs Of Thessaly can ease my grief; the Sea Knows no such straight as I now labour in. Why what's the matter?
before the Court;Salisbury Court;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1004 · TCP A07024 · DEEP 818
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 334–380 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 45 in this edition
Length
494 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.867 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T11 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh vncle, that you ſhould thus carpe at my happines, and traduce my Camradoes, men of ſuch ſpirit and valour. Yes, Captaine and Lieutenant, how a vengeance came they by theſe titles? fellowes that haue beene onely fleſht in the ruine of blacke pots, and glaſſe windowes, the very skum of all rudeneſſe. Haue you any money about you? What to doe? Bribe me to keepe counſell: you are but a dead man if they know on't: you haue puſt out your ſoule in their calumnies. Hang them fellowes ſo ſordid, that no diſgrace can ſticke upon them, they are choyſe company; for there's hardly the like of them. A man cannot diſcerne the ground of their diſcourſe for oaths, unleſſe you were divorc'd from all reaſon, you would not be wedded to ſuch acquaintance. Why how now mungrell, are you barking? by this ayre tis an indignity to my diſcretion, that is ſo happy in the election of their vertues: the onely prime wits in towne, things come ſo rarely from them, a man is kept in a perpetuall appetite. I would not let them ſtay to offend you, neither can I endure their reproach. Farewell vncle. Well I will not trouble my ſelfe any more to looke after him, Ile marry, and thruſt him out of all, that's the concluſion. Deſinit Actus primus. But are you certaine of it? I oreheard it. When ſhe did plot her owne deſtruction, And ſeald it with her hand, and kiſt upon't. You know Aurelio? Yes ſir, was it he? That Begger, that undone thing. Let me alone To fetch her off the quick-ſands, and then Ile board her, And ſteere her my ſelfe. That I were ſo happy To know ſhe lou'd you. Huſwife doe you heare? Here is a Gentleman has Land and meanes, And wit, and beauty, more I wis then tother: Make much of him, and what he ſayes, be rul'd by him. Let me alone, I warrant you. I leaue you. Now all the powers of loue aſſiſt me in it, To counterfeit a Paſſion and Diſſemble. All my delight's to foole them, and then leaue them. I ſerue your women, as the Hollanders Doe by ſome townes they get; when they haue wonne them, They ſlight them ſtraight. Now I addreſſe my ſelfe. Lady how fare you? you are melancholy. If you doe know't ſo well, why doe you aske me? Tis from the tender care I haue of you: But an ill fate purſues my true endeavours, To haue them ſtill miſconſtrued: Tis not well done, To lay the burthen of your cruelty On my affection, and to make that faith, The paſſiue ſubject of your dire disdaine, That is ſo actiue in obedience. Pray let me counſell you. Counſell, whats that? Not Phoebus with his art, or all the drugs Of Theſſaly can eaſe my griefe; the Sea Knowes no ſuch ſtraight as I now labour in. Why whats the matter?