Freeman, Ralph · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 (Annals) not in BritDrama T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.82 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
So soon at strife? if you will needs contend Who will love best, I'll put you both together. He whose ambition made him weep and sweat Within the narrow limits of one world, Did never thirst so much for fame and glory, As I for that encounter, in which combat, Whether I vanquish, or am vanquished, I shall not envy Pompey or Caesar's triumphs: In the mean time I'll crave an hour or two For preparation of some necessaries, Whereof my absence makes me destitute. Troth my occasions have the like request, And therefore if this noble company Will honour us tomorrow with their presence, We shall endeavour to requite their loves. Most willingly. And at your nuptial feast, we'll wish that every grace may be your guest. I'll soon return, my heart with thee shall stay As a sure pawn. You carry mine away. You have some business too must be dispatched, Go, lose no time; Molosso come thou hither, I leave thee in my absence to take care, That supper be prepared, and tell the Steward That great revenue, parsimony, now Must be by us neglected: thriving men In charges that come seldom, are profuse. I Shall sir, yes, by that time you return, You shall confess you have a skilful Cater: Why should proud greatness undervalue us, And our condition? since all men are slaves; If we survey the greatest monarchies, What art their Courtiers else? with all the suits They either beg or wear? the rich Banker Enthralls his debtor, and his money him: This Captain is a captive to that wench; This Magistrate to bribes; that Lord to pride, This Statesman to ambition; all to fear: From whence we only that have nought to lose, Are free, and that shall instantly appear; I'll send the servants forth, that Sango and I May act our part with more security. See how the fates themselves have helped to bring The Beast into my toil, and made both him And his whole house the subject of my vengeance, My joy is such, I cannot temper it: As when the bloodhound in a leash being led, Noseth the ground, and while the prey's far off, Spares both his mouth and feet, but drawing near, Will open wide, and drag away his leader, So are my thoughts transported, I'll away, My fury calls for blood, and I obey. Undoubted friendship having made A strong impression in the mind, Though wild distempers do invade Our reason can their fury bind. Love in distracted thoughts may bear As great a sway as servile fear. He whose strong passions are his foes, Is happy in a faithful friend, That will assist him to compose Those strifes that to his ruin tend. A true friend wishes not a cause, But when there's need, he ne'er withdraws. A Lover with no ill intent, Will Proteus-like, new forms devise, He feigns to be on errands sent, And then himself he will disguise Like to a god, Love loves to stray, And seldom keeps the beaten way.
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Length
510 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (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)
So ſoone at ſtrife? if you will needs contend Who will love beſt, I'le put you both together. He whoſe ambition made him weep and ſweat Within the narrow limits of one world, Did never thirſt ſo much for fame and glory, As I for that encounter, in which combat, Whether I vanquiſh, or am vanquiſhed, I ſhall not envy Pompey or Caeſars triumphs: In the meane time I'le crave an houre or two For preparation of ſome neceſſaries, Whereof my abſence makes me deſtitute. Troth my occaſions have the like requeſt, And therefore if this noble company Will honour us to morrow with their preſence, We ſhall endeavour to requite their loves. Moſt willingly. And at your nuptiall feaſt, Wee'l wiſh that every grace may be your gueſt. I'le ſoon return, my heart with thee ſhal ſtay As a ſure pawne. You carry mine away. You have ſome buſines too muſt be diſpatcht, Goe, looſe no time; Moloſſo come thou hither, I leave thee in my abſence to take care, That ſupper be prepar'd, and tell the Steward That great revenue, parcimony, now Muſt be by us neglected: thriving men In charges that come ſeldome, are profuſe. I Shall ſir, yes, by that time you returne, You ſhall confeſſe you have a skilfull Cater: Why ſhould proud greatneſſe undervalue us, And our condition? ſince all men are ſlaves; If we ſurvey the greateſt monarchies, What art their Courtiers elſe? with all the ſuits They either beg or weare? the rich Banquier Enthrals his debtor, and his money him: This Captaine is a captive to that wench; This Magiſtrate to bribes; that Lord to pride, This Stateſman to ambition; all to feare: From whence we only that have nought to looſe, Are free, and that ſhall inſtantly appeare; I'le ſend the ſervants forth, that Sango and I May act our part with more ſecurity. See how the fates themſelves have help'd to bring The Beaſt into my toile, and made both him And his whole houſe the ſubject of my vengeance, My joy is ſuch, I cannot temper it: As when the bloud-hound in a leaſh being led, Noſeth the ground, and while the prey's far off, Spares both his mouth and feet, but drawing neer, Will open wide, and drag away his leader, So are my thoughts tranſported, I'le away, My fury cals for bloud, and I obey. VNdoubted friendſhip having made A ſtrong impreſſion in the minde, Though wilde diſtempers doe invade Our reaſon can their fury binde. Love in diſtracted thoughts may beare As great a ſway as ſervile feare. He whoſe ſtrong paſſions are his foes, Is happy in a faithfull friend, That will aſſiſt him to compoſe Thoſe ſtrifes that to his ruine tend. A true friend wiſhes not a cauſe, But when ther's need, he ne're withdrawes. A Lover with no ill intent, Will Proteus-like, new formes deviſe, He feynes to be on errands ſent, And then himſelfe he will diſguiſe Like to a god, Love loves to ſtray, And ſeldome keeps the beaten way.