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 0.90 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Sir you have built a sconce since you came in of thirty pounds, and before you have any more, my Master intends to be satisfied. What money have you brother? Who I? O Lord brother Captain, I have not the third part of it. No matter, I ne'er think upon such transitory reckonings: come, let's have a health, and my brother Lackwit shall begin it. Reach three joint stools hither Drawer. What to do Captain? I'll show you, you shall ascend here, and be Captain of this Fort: I'll ensconce you; come entrench yourself, and play from your Battery, and so every man round, there take your Lintstock in your hand, and give fire, now every man as far off as he can from the command of his Ordinance. Farewell brother. Why Gentlemen, I hope you will not use me so, am your brother, why Gentlemen. There Drawer, take him for a pawn, tell him when he has no money he must be served so, 'tis one of his chief articles. How now, what are you preaching o'er your cups? Now you are in your Pontificalibus indeed. Good Crochet help me down, I shall break my neck else. How came you there? I know not, an ill hour of the brotherhood, I'll after them with a vengeance. You must stay and pay the reckoning first, besides the Musicians expect something. Who I pay the reckoning? 'Slight I came but now in. That's all one, you were all of a nest, they are flown away, and there's none left but yourself. 'Sdeath the Captain is gone away with my Hat, and my cloak too, I tell thee I'll pay no reckoning. 'tis all one to me, if you can satisfy my Master so. What shall I do Crochet? Give him what you have, and if he will take your word for the rest, I'll excuse your Hat and cloak, and say you lost them in a skirmish; you must scratch your hands in half a dozen places with a pin. I so I will, come sir, I'll go in and talk with your Master. Besides, I have another business I came to tell you of, that you and I must do together, you shall reap the whole credit on't yourself, if you can manage it handsomely, 'twill gain you that reputation with your Father, that you shall never lose yourself while you live again. What is't Crochet? Go in and I'll tell you. You much amaze me. Sir perhaps I might With better judgement, and more thanks conceal So great a wickedness, but my true love to you Could not withhold it, you have read some stories, And these are things not unheard of in nature, No newness at all, the self same lust and pride, As well rules her that treads upon the flint, As her that rides upon the necks of slaves. Stay let me pause awhile; she is a woman, Whose age and form might tempt me to distrust her, But yet her manners forbid me to believe it.
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 1234–1268 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 45 in this edition
Length
511 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.900 (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)
Sir you have built a ſconce ſince you came in of thirty pounds, and before you have any more, my Maſter intends to be ſatisfyed. What money have you brother? Who I? O Lord brother Captaine, I have not the third part of it. No matter, I nere thinke upon ſuch tranſitory reckonings: come, lets have a health, and my brother Lackwit ſhall beginne it. Reach three Ioynt ſtooles hither Drawer. What to doe Captaine? Ile ſhew you, you ſhall aſcend here, and be Captaine of this Fort: Ile inſconce you; come intrench your ſelfe, and play from your Battery, and ſo every man round, there take your Lintſtocke in your hand, and give fire, now every man as farre off as he can from the command of his Ordinance. Farewell brother. Why Gentlemen, I hope you will not uſe me ſo, your brother, why Gentlemen. There Drawer, take him for a pawne, tell him when he has no money he muſt be ſerv'd ſo, tis one of his chiefe articles. How now, what are you preaching ore your cups? Now you are in your Pontificalibus indeed. Good Crochet helpe me downe, I ſhall breake my necke elſe. How came you there? I know not, an ill houre of the brotherhood, Ile after them with a vengeance. You muſt ſtay and pay the reckoning firſt, beſides the Muſicians expect ſomthing. Who I pay the recknoning? 'Slight I came but now in. That's all one, you were all of a neſt, they are flowne away, and there's none left but your ſelfe. S'death the Captaine is gone away with my Hat, and my cloake too, I tell thee Ile pay no reckoning. Tis all one to me, if you can ſatisfy my Maſter ſo. What ſhall I doe Crochet? Give him what you have, and if he will take your word for the reſt, Ile excuſe your Hat and cloake, and ſay you loſt them in a skirmiſh; you muſt ſcratch your hands in halfe a doſen places with a pin. I ſo I will, come ſir, Ile goe in and talke with your Maſter. Beſides, I have another buſineſſe I came to tell you of, that you and I muſt doe together, you ſhall reape the whole credite on't your ſelfe, if you can manage it handſomly, 'twill gaine you that reputation with your Father, that you ſhall never looſe your ſelfe while you live againe. What is't Crochet? Goe in and Ile tell you. You much amaze me. Sir perhaps I might With better judgement, and more thankes conceale So great a wickedneſſe, but my true love to you Could not withhold it, you have read ſome ſtories, And theſe are things not unheard of in nature, No newneſſe at all, the ſelfe ſame luſt and pride, As well rules her that treads upon the flint, As her that rides upon the necks of ſlaves. Stay let me pauſe awhile; ſhe is a woman, Whoſe age and forme might tempt me to diſtruſt her, But yet her manners forbid me to beleeve it.