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 0.85 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
You could not do an office more deserving, Or grateful to my soul, than to bring tidings How my love fares, each syllable she spoke, Though by an echo I receive the voice, Is able to inspire new life into me. How does she? is she well? and mindful of us: Speak it a thousand times; never did sound Touch a more gladsome ear. By all circumstance I could conjecture, I read in her looks A strange disturbance. When I gave the ring, A Letter to her, as if joy and fear, Had run on several errands, and returned, Swift as her thoughts, and spoke her love in silence. Th' hast seen the treasury of my happiness. Speak, am I rich or no? she is a Mine, A store-house of all beauty, all content: Her brow a bank of pleasure; her bright eyes The chief and only mover of your love, So multiplied their flames, that they appeared To me most like a firmament of fires, Yet chaster than the Vestal; and below Clouded with sorrow, which dropped pearls for you, And does enclose a soul richer than it, Wherein is locked the wardrobe of all virtues; Yet sure that soul had left her mansion, But that she stays to bid you welcome thither. And why should I be stayed from going to her? Why should a covetous eye watch o'er that wealth That is my right, I will go claim my due, And justify the seizure. Why should parents, That can give to their children, neither minds, Nor yet affections, strive to govern both? 'Tis not justice: yet where should I complain? Love has no bar to plead at, nor no laws To rule us by, nor Court to judge our cause. Sir, this is Captain Whibble, the Town stale, For all cheating employments: a parasite Of a new sect: none of your soothing varlets, But a swearing Sycophant, that frights a man Into a belief of his worth; his Dialect Is worse than the report of a Cannon, And deafs a stranger with tales of his valour, Till his conclusion be to borrow money. His company is a Cipher in the reckoning, That helps to multiply it: your dear brother Admires his discipline, and will swear to it. Is this one of his comrades? Sir, this is His prime associate. I'll lay a hundred pound, I guess by his physiognomy his business, He is either trudging now unto a broker, Or to invite some new heir to a breakfast, To seal for the commodity; or else wandering abroad to skelder for a shilling Amongst your bowling alleys; most commonly There lies his scene: or perhaps man some whore, A province that he usually adorns. Prithee good Fido, go and baffle him: Put an affront upon him, if his valour Prompt him to make resistance, I'll step out And second thee. His valour? 'tis the least Thing to be feared, he has not one spark in him To kindle a true anger.
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 881–946 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 45 in this edition
Length
503 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.855 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You could not doe an office more deſerving, Or gratefull to my ſoule, then to bring tidings Hovv my love fares, each ſyllable ſhee ſpake, Though by an eccho I receiue the voyce, Is able to inſpire new life into mee. How do's ſhee? is ſhee well? and mindfull of us: Speake it a thouſand times; never did ſound Touch a more gladſome eare. By all curcumſtance I could conjecture, I read in her lookes A ſtrange diſturbance. When I gaue the ring, A Letter to her, as if joy and feare, Had runne on ſeuerall arrants, and return'd, Swift as her thoughts, and ſpoke her loue in ſilence. Th' haſt ſeene the treaſury of my happineſſe. Speake, am I rich or no? Shee is a Mine, A ſtore-houſe of all beauty, all content: Her brow a banke of pleaſure; her bright eyes The cheefe and onely moouer of your loue, So multiplyed their flames, that they appear'd To mee moſt like a firmament of fires, Yet chaſter then the Veſtall; and below Clouded with ſorrow, which dropt pearles for you, And do's incloſe a ſoule richer then it, Wherein is lockt the wardrope of all vertues; Yet ſure that ſoule had left her manſion, But that ſhee ſtayes to bid you wellcome thither. And why ſhould I be ſtaid from going to her? Why ſhould a couetuous eye watch ore that wealth That is my right, I will goe claime my due, And juſtifie the ſeiſure. Why ſhould parents, That can giue to their children, neither mindes, Nor yet affections, ſtriue to governe both? 'Tis not juſtice: yet where ſhould I complaine? Loue has no barre to pleade at, nor no lawes To rule vs by, nor Court to judge our cauſe. Sir, this is Captain Whibble, the Towne ſtale, For all cheating imployments: a paraſite Of a new ſect: none of your foothing Varletts, But a ſwearing Sycophant, that frights a man Into a beliefe of his worth; his Dialect Is worſe then the report of a Cannon, And deafes a ſtranger with tales of his valour, Till his concluſion be to borrow money. His company is a Cipher in the reckoning, 'That helpes to multiply it: your deare brother Admires his diſcipline, and will ſweare to it. Is this one of his comrades? Sir, this is His prime aſſociate. Ile lay a hundred pound, I gueſſe by his phyſiognomy his buſineſſe, Hee is either trudging now vnto a broaker, Or to invite ſome new heire to a breakefaſt, To ſeale for the commodity; or elſe Wandring abroad to skelder for a ſhilling Amongſt your bowling alleyes; moſt commonly There lyes his ſcene: or perhapps man ſome whore, A province that he vſually adornes. Prethee good Fido, goe and baffull him: Put an affront vpon him, if his valour Prompt him to make reſiſtance, Ile ſtep out And ſecond thee. His valour? 'tis the leaſt Thing to be fear'd, he has not one ſparke in him To kindle a true anger.