Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.69 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
there's nothing but your sword can do me right, We shall not trouble seconds, if you please The Captain stand for both, he is a gentleman Known truly valiant, which implies he cannot Deceive where he is trusted, I'll expect, You'll follow as you are a Gentleman. He seems troubled. What's the matter? Didst think it possible so fair a Sky Should be delivered of a tempest? How? I'll tell thee as we walk, thou must not leave us. That man is miserably compelled, that must, To save his fame, be to himself unjust. The Coach will be made ready. So, so, let's think and talk of something else: time's precious, let's talk wisely, 'twill concern us, My brain is not in tune about my nephew, Who knows upon what plot he is sent hither, The Dutch are grand projectors, let's examine Where he is gone now. My opinion is, to kill somebody, or other. That would be known, and yet I heard a buzz, Some noble Man was aimed at, we were best Say nothing, and discover him to the state, We may be else in danger, and made accessaries To the parricide, which is not as the vulgar Interpret, killing of a father, but Parem cedendo, killing of a Peer, A Peer o'th' land, mark that. I understand a Procedendo Well enough, but who shall serve the writ? Under your pardon, how can You prove he is a murderer, let him first kill somebody, no matter who it be, and than you may Discover him with a safe conscience. Laughs. What's the matter. I am of an opinion under correction that if we Should discover him, we should not carry it so Privately, but it would be known, and then we shall Be in as much danger o'th' tother side for concealing it. Laughs— Who's that? Now I think better on't, it cannot be concealed Under your favour fellow Oldrat, for if we do not Discover, the state will not be so wise, as we are, And then 'twere pity o'their lives, besides If he go on to kill whom he list, and nobody hear on't He may undo the Town by degrees in a moment, And neither we nor any that is hurt, the wiser for't. Laughs again. Who is it laughs? Not I, sir, ha, ha. Nor I, sir, ha, ha. Stand both before me, is there not some spirit I'th' room? has not some conjurer a plot upon me? Cato was wise, and never laughed, but when Out of his casement, he beheld an Ass Eat Thistles, where's the may-game? will none answer? Sure they did laugh at me, but I'll prevent 'em, And vex their spleens, away. I won't trust A laughing visard, there's a killing face Behind it, oh the juggling of the World! Am I ridiculous at home? there is Some plot in agitation. I smell a Rat.
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Length
486 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.693 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Ther's nothing but your sword can doe me right, We shall not trouble seconds, if you please The Captaine stand for both, he is a gentleman Knowne trulie valiant, which implyes he cannot Deceive where he is trusted, I'le expect, You'le follow as you are a Gentlemen. He seemes troubled. What's the matter? Didst thinke it possible so faire a Skie Should be deliver'd of a tempest? How? I'le tell thee as we walke, thou must not leave us. That man is miserablie compel'd, that must, To save his fame, be to himselfe unjust. The Coach will be made readie. So, so, lett's thinke and talke of something else: Tim's precious, lett's talke wiselie, 'twill concerne us, My braine is not in tune about my nephew, Who knowes upon what plott he is sent hither, The Duch are grand projectors, letts examine Where he is gon now. My opinion is, to kill some body, or other. That would be knowne, and yet I heard a buzze, Some noble Man was aim'd at, we were best Say nothing, and discover him to the state, We may be else in danger, and made accessaries To the parricide, which is not as the vulgar Interpret, killing of a father, but Parem cedendo, killing of a Peere, A Peere o'th land, marke that. I understand a Procedendo Well enough, but who shall serue the writ? Vnder your pardon, how can You prove he is a murderer, let him first kill Some bodie, no matter who it be, and then you may Discover him with a safe conscience. Laughs. What's the matter. I am of an opinion under correction that if wee Should discover him, wee should not carrie it so Privatelie, but it would be knowne, and then we shall Be in as much danger o'th tother side for concealing it. Laughs— Who's that? Now I thinke better on't, it cannot be conceal'd Vnder your favour fellow Oldrat, for if we do not Discover, the state will not be so wise, as we are, And then 'twere pitie o'their lives, besids If he go on to kill whom he list, and no bodie heare on't He may undoe the Towne by degrees in a moment, And neither we nor any that is hurt, the wiser for't. Laughs agen. Who is it laughs? Not I, sir, ha, ha. Nor I, sir, ha, ha. Stand both before me, is there not some spirit I'th roome? has not some conjurer a plot upon me? Cato was wise, and never laugh'd, but when Out of his casement, he beheld an Asse Eate Thistles, wher's the may-game? will none answer? Sure they did laugh at me, but I'le prevent 'em, And vex their spleenes, away. I wonot trust A laughing visard, ther's a killing face Behind it, oh the juggling of the World! Am I ridiculous at home? there is Some plot in agitation. I smell a Rat.