Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.73 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Yes, or companion. Paint me out a worthy— Else he is such to none: This was the man I met at sea, and fought with; our Encounter Was all in smoke and fire, so hotly fought, That in that fog, we had no further light, Than what our Lint-staves gave: our Decks flowed blood, Which through the Portholes run, and died the Sea Into a deep vermilion, yet still fought. But never with a braver opposite Did Englishman try with fire. He speaks well. Both to their honours still. When Powder, and Bullet, And men, with all grew scant; for scarce was any Left to the present purpose, serviceable, Both bottoms ready through the violent leaks To split, and founder; we then haled, hung flags, And grew to composition. Which I begged. Sir, it came first from me; And this proposed, That both our ships, goods, lives, and people, might not be in the Sea engraved, and swallowed up, Both from man's tongue and thought: that such rich prizes Might be to one survivor; the two Captains To try it out by Combat. Honour still. This nobly he accepted; Faith's new pawned, Hostages given, two worthy seconds choosed; Lots cast, whose Decks should be th' appointed lists; To mine it fell: He boarded me to fight, From whom I came apparelled thus in wounds— It seems then he's a cutter. Whose scars still mark me his. Wear I not yours? Though not so many, yet more deeply carved, With greater danger, and expense of blood, Then ever dropped from these. Short tale to make; Vanquished I was, He victor; and when all, Lading and lives were his; Nay even mine too Lay prostrate at his mercy, with a magnificence Equal to any Prince, he should at— All this we know, nor do we desire to hear over again, what was before related; but had you spoke more in his praise, than you have done, which it may be is your purpose; I find nothing, but may well come within the compass of his merit, and my belief. Lady, I am glad you are so possessed of him; And do you think him such? I think you would gladly sell whom you have so lately bought, else you would never have spoke him thus: If you have any such purpose; It may be, there be those that, but surrender up your bargain, would be glad to help you to your money. I came but with one give upon my leg, Fastened upon me in his courtesy, But since I looked upon your lady's eyes, Now I am doubly fettered. 'Tis neglect, A palpable neglect, she loves me not: It shall be so, I will be boorish and sullen. Sir, you this day have brought me to a fight That more contents me than the wealth of Spain: This matchless Lady. My Mistress, Whom if thou wilt court for me, And win unto my wishes.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1040 · TCP A03190 · DEEP 858
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 869–928 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 36 in this edition
Length
493 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T42 · seed 44: T42 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes, or commpanion. Paint me out a worthy— Else hee is such to none: This was the man I met at sea, and fought with; our Incounter Was all in smoake and fire, so hotly fought, That in that fogge, wee had no further light, Then what our Lint-staves gave: our Decks flow'd blood, Which through the Port-holes run, and dy'de the Sea Into a deepe vermillion, yet still fought. But never with a braver opposite Did English-man tie with fire. Hee speakes well. Both to their honors still. When Powder, and Bullet, And men, with all grew skant; for scarce was any Left to the present purpose, serviceable, Both bottoms ready through the violent leakes To split, and founder; wee then hal'd, hung flaggs, And grew to composition. Which I begg'd. Sir, it came first from mee; And this propos'd, That both our shipps, goods, lives, and people, might not Bee in the Sea ingrav'd, and swallowed up, Both from mans tongue and thought: that such rich Prises Might be to one Surviver; the two Captaines To try it out by Combat. Honor still. This nobly hee accepted; Faiths new pawn'd, Hostages given, two worthy seconds chus'd; Lots cast, whose Decks should bee th' appointed lists; To mine it fell: Hee boarded me to fight, From whom I came apparrel'd thus in wounds— It seemes then hee's a cutter. Whose scarres still marke mee his. Weare I not yours? Though not so many, yet more deepely arv'd, With greater danger, and expence of blood, Then ever drop'd from these. Short tale to make; Vanquish'd I was, Hee victor; and when all, Lading and lives were his; Nay even mine too Lay postrate at his mercy, with a magnificence Equall to any Prince, hee should at— All this wee know, nor doe wee desire to heare over againe, what was before related; but had you spoke more in his prayse, then you have done, which it may be is your purpose; I find nothing, but may well come within the compasse of his merit, and my beliefe. Lady, I am glad you are so possest of him; And doe you thinke him such? I thinke you would gladly sell whom you have so lately bought, else you would never have spoake him thus: If you have any such purpose; It may be, there be those that, but surrender up your bargen, would be glad to helpe you to your money. I came but with one gyue upon my legge, Fasten'd upon mee in his curtesie, But since I look'd upon your Ladies eyes, Now I am doubly fetter'd. 'Tis neglect, A palpable neglect, she loves me not: It shall be so, I will be borish and sullen. Sir, you this day have brought me to a fight That more contents me than the wealth of Spaine: This matchlesse Lady. My Mistris, Whom if thou wilt court for me, And winne unto my wishes.