Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.80 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
How do you like His meditation? Peace, let him proceed. I cannot now go on the score for shame, And where I shall begin to pawn, I marry, That is considered timely, I paid for This train of yours Dame ostrich fourteen crowns, And yet it is so light, 'twill hardly pass For a Tavern reckoning, unless it be To save the charge of painting, nailed on a post For the sign of the feathers; pox upon the fashion, That a Captain cannot think himself a Captain, If he wear not this like a fore-horse; yet it is not Staple commodity; these are perfumed too, Of the Roman wash, and yet a stale red herring Would fill the belly better, and hurt the head less: And this is Venice gold, would I had it again In french crowns in my pocket. O you commanders That like me have no dead paies, nor can cozen The Commissary at a muster, let me stand For an example to you, as you would Enjoy your privileges: videlicet, To pay your debts, and take your lechery gratis To have your issue warmed by others' fires, To be often drunk, and swear, yet pay no forfeit, To the poor, but when you share with one another, With all your other choice immunities, Only of this I seriously advise you: Let Courtiers trip like Courtiers, And your Lords of dirt and dung hills meet Their woods and acres, in velvets, satins, tissues, But keep you constant to doth and chamois, Have you heard of such a penitent homily, I am studying now Where I shall hide myself till the rumor of My wealth and bravery vanish, let me see, There is a kind of a vaulting house not far off, Where I used to spend my afternoons, among Suburb she-gamesters; and yet now I think on't I have cracked a ring or two there, which they made Others to solder, no, O, have we spied you. Upon him without ceremony, now the time While he is in the paying vein. Save you brave Captain. 'Slight, how she stares, they are worse than she-wolves to him. Shame me not in the streets, I was coming to you. O Sir, you may in public pay for the fiddling You had in private. We hear you are full of crowns, Sir. And therefore knowing you are openhanded, Before all be destroyed, I'll put you in mind, Sir, Of your young heir here. Here's a second, Sir, That looks for a child's portion. There are reckonings For Muskadine and eggs too, must be thought on. We have not been hasty, Sir. But stayed your leisure; But now you are ripe, and loaden with fruit. 'tis fit you should be pulled; here's a boy, Sir, Pray you kiss him, 'tis your own, Sir, Nay, buss this first, It hath just your eyes, and such a promising nose, That if the sign deceive me not, in time 'twill prove a notable striker, like his father.
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Length
503 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (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)
How doe you like His meditation? Peace, let him proceed. I cannot now goe on the score for shame, And where I shall begin to pawne, I marry, That is consider'd timely, I paid for This traine of yours Dame Estridge foureteen crowns, And yet it is so light, 'will hardly passe For a Taverne reckoning, unlesse it be To save the charge of paynting, naild on a post For the signe of the feathers; px upon the fashion, That a Captaine cannot thinke himselfe a Captaine, If he weare not this like a fore-horse; yet it is not Staple commodity; these are perfum'd too, Of the Roman wash, and yet a stale red herring Would fill the belly better, and hurt the head lesse: And this is Venice gold, would I had it againe In french crownes in my pocket. O you commanders That like me have no dead paes, nor can couzen The Commissary at a muster, let me stand For an example to you, as you would Injoy your priviledges: videlicet, To pay your debts, and take your lechery gratis To have you issue warm'd by others fires, To be often drunke, and sweare, yet pay no forfeit, To the poore, but when you share with one another, With all your other choyce immunities, Onely of this I seriously advise you: Let Courtiers trip like Courtiers, And your Lords of dirt and dung hills mete Their woods and acres, in velvets, sttins, tissues, But keepe you constant to doth and , Have you head of such a penite homily, I am studying now Where I shall hide my selfe till the rumor of My wealth and braverie vanish, let me see, There is a kinde of a vaulting house not farre off, Where I us'd to spend my afternoones, among Suburb shee-gamesters; and yet now I thinke on't I have crackd a ring or two there, which they made Others to solder, no, O, have we spide you. Upon him without ceremonie, now the time While he is in the paying veine. Save you brave Captaine. S'light, how she stares, they are worse then she-wolves to him. Shame me not in the streets, I was comming to you. O Sir, you may in publique pay for the fidling You had in private. We heare you are full of crownes, Sir. And therefore knowing you are open-handed, Before all be destroyd, I'll put you in mind, Sir, Of your young heire here. Here's a second, Sir, That lookes for a childs portion. There are reckonings For Muskadine and Eg too, must be thought on. We have not beene hasty, Sir. But staid your leasure; But now you are ripe, and loden with fruit. Tis fi you should be puld; here's a boy, Sir, Pray you kisse him, tis your owne, Sir, Nay, busse this first, It hath just your eyes, and such a promising nose, That if the signe deceive me not, in time Twill prove a notable striker, like his father.