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 0.81 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
'twere a mad jest: but is this all your plot? No, this is not the main one, there's another Of greater consequence, and secrecy, For a sound mind to bear, and 'tis a burden Worthy thy care and honesty: Think not I am so desperate and heady, to launch forth Into those dangerous Seas without a Pilot, And I have chose thee for my Palinurus. You never knew a man of less experience, I do not ken one Rock, or Shelf, and Love Has many. 'tis no matter, thou and I Will sink a Paean to loves victory. COme my voluptuaries, my sons of comfort, That know no sorrow, sing like Grasshoppers And fear no winter, nor no poverty; Lead on my moving pillars of delight, My Alchemists of pleasure, that convert All like yourselves: can make old Cato dance, And turn Fabricius to an Epicure, Should he behold you. Thou sayst right Telemachus; 'tis wine, and mirth that breed these raptures in thee. Body of Iove, there's nothing but a rabble Of lean and starved imaginations Accompany sobriety: Some wine there, That I may court my Cockatrice. Good Captain Bid our noble friend welcome. You know my humour, To men of ordinary pretence, I seldom Use to debase myself below the Nod Of salutation, but for your sake I receive him as a man deserving. Give me thy hand Cadmus. I desire sir to incorporate myself into your acquaintance. 'tis well said, do the like noble office to our friend here sweet Lieutenant. Sir he shall command my heart and hand on his occasions, I'll as soon draw in his quarrel, as to piss against a wall. These are the mirrors of the time old boy, that shall show you how to adorn your behaviour, that you may pass in all company with confidence of approbation. And not err the breadth of a nail. He shall be able to pass through the needles of all occurrences. And they would but learn me to swear and take Tobacco, 'tis all I desire. Come they shall do it, and I must tell you, these suggestions in you are arguments of a generous disposition, whence do they flow I wonder? That mother wit that put them in my head, has put money in my purse, and as far as that money will lead me, I will be bold and wise: I have my humours, and I scorn the pollution of the mechanics. How do you like these replies Captain? Very well, by the faith of a soldier, excellent well, they are good relishing answers, and express an ebullition in his nature, swelling to conformity. What, I will bear myself like a Gentleman. ay, and the way to bear yourself like a Gentleman, is sometimes not to be able to bear yourself at all. Lieutenant, what say you? I say by Hermes, he that has a fortune, And power to acquaint the world with his perfections, And seeks to smother them, let him die wretched.
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 1141–1191 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 45 in this edition
Length
502 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (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)
Twere a mad jeſt: but is this all your plot? No, this is not the maine one, theres another Of greater conſequence, and ſecrecy, For a ſound mind to beare, and tis a burthen Worthy thy care and honeſty: Thinke not I am ſo deſperate and heady, to launch forth Into thoſe dangerous Seas without a Pilote, And I have choſe thee for my Palinurus. You never knew a man of leſſe experience, I doe not kenne one Rocke, or Shelfe, and Love Has many. Tis no matter, thou and I Will ſinke a Paean to loves victory. COme my voluptuaries, my ſonnes of comfort, That know no ſorrow, ſing like Graſſe-hoppers And feare no winter, nor no poverty; Leade on my moving pillars of delight, My Alchymiſts of pleaſure, that convert All like your ſelves: can make old Cato dance, And turne Fabricius to an Epicure, Should he behold you. Thou ſayſt right Telemachus; Tis wine, and mirth that breed theſe raptures in thee. Body of Iove, there's nothing but a rabble Of leane and ſtary'd imaginations Accompany ſobriety: Some wine there, That I may court my Cockatrice. Good Captaine Bid our noble friend welcome. You know my humour, To men of ordinary pretence, I ſeldome Vſe to debaſe my ſelfe below the Nod Of ſalutation, but for your ſake I receive him as a man deſerving. Give me thy hand Cadmus. I deſire ſir to incorporate my ſelfe into your acquaintance. Tis well ſaid, doe the like noble office to our friend here ſweet Lievtennant. Sir he ſhall command my heart and hand on his occaſions, Ile as ſoone draw in his quarrell, as to piſſe againſt a wall. Theſe are the mirrours of the time old boy, that ſhall ſhew you how to adorne your behaviour, that you may paſſe in all company with confidence of approbation. And not erre the breadth of a naile. He ſhall be able to paſſe through the needles of all occurrences. And they would but learne me to ſweare and take Tobacco, tis all I deſire. Come they ſhall doe it, and I muſt tell you, theſe ſuggeſtions in you are arguments of a generous diſpoſition, whence doe they flow I wonder? That mother wit that put them in my head, has put money in my purſe, and as farre as that money will leade me, I will be bold and wiſe: I have my humours, and I ſcorne the pollution of the Mechannicks. How doe you like theſe replyes Captaine? Very well, by the faith of a ſouldier, excellent well, they are good relliſhing anſwers, and expreſſe an ebullition in his nature, ſwelling to conformity. What, I will beare my ſelfe like a Gentleman. I, and the way to beare your ſelfe like a Gentleman, is ſometimes not to be able to beare your ſelfe at all. Lievetennant, what ſay you? I ſay by Hermes, he that has a fortune, And power to acquaint the world with his perfections, And ſeekes to ſmother them, let him dye wretched.