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 0.84 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Pray explain that rule to me, I do not understand you. Why thus; this Hat is mine, and that yours, as you conceive now, but they are neither mine nor yours upon the premises: but may be transferred upon occasion to either, as thus, do you conceive me? 'tis usual amongst us. 'tis very well, is this all? I'll make but one experiment more of your apprehension, and have done. Look you. O I shall do this to a hair, and by the same consequence I shall be a Captain sometimes: shall I not? Yes, when the date of your task is accomplished, you shall be any thing. 'tis enough, this once a week will render him exact. Shall's have a song and a dance Captain? Hang a Song, you see what little room we have for our mirth, and you would fill it up with air, would you? Nay, but by that air, I hold a Song very delightsome, the very place, as a man would say, and superficies of pleasure. Prithee let it alone, by that element it charms me into melancholy. Then good Captain let's have a Dance, for these Gentlewomen's sakes; beside there be many that come to see nothing else. Why can you dance? What a question is there to a man of quality? Yes I can dance, and that some that are here shall see and feel before we part; for I mean to shake my heels with that fervour, that it shall strike them into a fit of my love, shall be worse than any ague to them. Say you so? we'll try that i'faith. Come on Squeakers, rack up our feet and ears to your Instruments. What tune Captain? Play us the fine Companion. Well said my effeminate Varlets, this was auspiciously performed. I am afraid this dancing will breed spavins in my legs, this caper has put me in remembrance of a click in my back, I got at my last vaulting. No thou art deceived my noble Hyacinth, 'tis a mystery will exalt thee Hylas, 'twill make thee rise I say, and put gold in thy purse, thou shalt follow the Court like a Baboon, when a thousand proper fellows shall shirk for their ordinary; 'twill make thee conversant with Ladies, and they shall give thee Diamonds to pawn, and thou shalt ride up and down in thy foot-cloth my little Dolphin Some wine there Tony: I called for wine an hour ago, and could get none. Fill out sirrah. What's here the Epitome of a glass? By the womb of Bacchus, a score of them are too little for a draught. O Lord Captain, nine such hornets are able to sting a man to death. By Saint George he that dies so, dies valiantly. What my bold Bravo, be not afraid, and thou wert dead 'twere nothing, I'll come but with a troop of Wenches: and a noise of Fiddlers, and play thee back like Orpheus. What's to pay Drawer?
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 1211–1233 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 45 in this edition
Length
501 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (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)
Pray explain that rule to me, I do not underſtand you. Why thus; this Hat is mine, and that yours, as you conceive now, but they are neither mine nor yours upon the premiſes: but may be transferr'd upon occaſion to either, as thus, doe you conceive me? Tis uſuall amongſt us. Tis very well, is this all? Ile make but one experiment more of your apprehenſion, and have done. Looke you. O I ſhall doe this to a haire, and by the ſame conſequence I ſhall be a Captaine ſomtimes: ſhall I not? Yes, when the date of your taske is accompliſht, you ſhall be any thing. Tis enough, this once a weeke will render him exact. Shall's haue a ſong and a dance Captaine? Hang a Song, you ſee what little roome wee have for our mirth, and you would fill it up with aire, would you? Nay, but by that aire, I hold a Song very delightſome, the very place, as a man would ſay, and ſuperficies of pleaſure. Prithee let it alone, by that element it charmes me into melancholly. Then good Captaine let's have a Dance, for theſe Gentlewomens ſakes; beſides there be many that come to ſee nothing elſe. Why can you dance? What a queſtion is there to a man of quality? Yes I can dance, and that ſome that are here ſhall ſee and feele before we part; for I meane to ſhake my heeles with that fervour, that it ſhall ſtrike them into a fit of my love, ſhall be worſe then any ague to them. Say you ſo? Wee'l try that ifaith. Come on Squeakers, racke up our feet and eares to your Inſtruments. What tune Captaine? Play us the fine Companion. Well ſaid my efteminate Varlets, this was auſpiciouſly performed. I am afraid this dancing will breed ſpavins in my legs, this caper has put me in remembrance of a clicke in my back, I got at my laſt vaulting. No thou art deceiv'd my noble Hyacinth, tis a myſtery will exalt thee Hylas, 'twill make thee riſe I ſay, and put gold in thy purſe, thou ſhalt follow the Court like a Baboone, when a thouſand proper fellowes ſhall ſherke for their ordinary; 'twill make thee converſant with Ladies, and they ſhall give thee Diamonds to pawne, and thou ſhalt ride up and downe in thy foot-cloth my little Dolphin Some wine there Tony: I call'd for wine an houre agoe, and could get none. Fill out ſirrah. What's here the Epitome of a glaſſe? By the wombe of Bacchus, a ſcore of them are too little for a draught. O Lord Captain, nine ſuch hornets are able to ſting a man to death. By Saint George he that dyes ſo, dyes valiantly. What my bold Bravo, be not afraid, and thou wert dead 'twere nothing, Ile come but with a troope of Wenches: and a noyſe of Fidlers, and play thee backe like Orpheus. What's to pay Drawer?