Mayne, Jasper · published 1639 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638(?)] (Annals) comedy · King's Men · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Why you Mongrel, You Iohn of all Trades, have we been your guests Since you first kept a Tavern, when you had The face and impudence to hang a bush Out to three pints of Claret, two of Sack In all the world? After that, when you broke, Did we here find you out, customed your House, And helped away your victuals which had else Lain mouldy on your hands? You did indeed, And never paid for't. I do not deny, But you have been my Customers these two years, My Jack went not, nor Chimney smoked without you. I will go farther; your two mouths have been Two as good eating Mouths as need to come Within my doors, as curious to be pleased As if you still had eaten with ready money: Had still the meats in season; still drunk more Than your Ordinary came to. And your conscience now Would have this paid for? Surely so I take it. Was ever the like heard? 'tis most unreasonable He has a hardened conscience. Sirrah, Cheater, You would be questioned for your reckonings, Rogue. Do you inform. I hear one o'th' Sheriffs Paid for the boiling of a Carp a Mark. Most unheard of exactions! Yet surely, Captain. No man had cheaper reckonings than yourself, And Mr Salewit here. How cheap? I say No more good Captain; not to pay is cheap, A man would think. Sir, Doubt you reckon Air, And make it dear to breathe in your house, and put The Nose to charges? Right, perfumed Air, Captain. Is not the standing of the salt an Item, And placing of the bread? A new way, Captain. Is not the folding of your Napkins brought Into the Bill? Pinched Napkins, Captain, and laid Like Fishes, Fowls, or Faces. Then remember How you rate salads, Roseclap; one may buy Gardens as Cheap. Yes, Mr Salewit, salads Taken from Euclid, made in Diagrams, And to be eaten in Figures. And we must pay For your Inventions, Sir. Or you are damned, Good Captain, you have sworn to pay this twelvemonth. Peace you loud, bawling Cur; do you disgrace me Before these Gallants, See if I don't kill you. SAve you Captain Quartfield, and my brave Wit, My man of Helicon, salute this Gentleman, He is a City wit. A Corporation Went to the bringing of him forth. I embrace him; And so do I. You are a Poet, Sir, And can make Verses, I hear? Sir, I am A servant to the Muses. I have made Some speeches, Sir, in verse, which have been spoke By a green Robin Goodfellow from Cheapside Conduit, To my Father's Company; and mean this afternoon To make an Epithalamium upon my wedding. A Lady fell in love with me this morning, Ask Mr Francis here. Heart you spoil all, Did not I charge you to be silent? That's true, I had forgot. you are a Captain, Sir?
before the Court;Blackfriars;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
University/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional;Adult Professional;Professional;Private
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1118 · TCP A07367 · DEEP 939
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 899–981 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 41 in this edition
Length
493 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
Why you Mungrill, You Iohn of all Trades, have we been your guests Since you first kept a Taverne, when you had The face and impudence to hang a bush Out to three pints of Claret, two of Sack In all the world? After that, when you broke, Did we here finde you out, customd your House, And helpt away your victuals which had else Laine mouldy on your hands? You did indeed, And never paid for't. I doe not deny, But you have been my Customers these two yeares, My Jack went not, nor Chimney smoakt without you. I will goe farther; your two mouths have been Two as good eating Mouths as need to come Within my doores, as curious to be pleased As if you still had eaten with ready money: Had still the meats in season; still drunk more Then your Ordinary came to. And your conscience now Would have this paid for? Surely so I take it. Was ever the like heard? Tis most unreasonable He has a hardned conscience. Sirrah, Cheater, You would be questioned for your reckonings, Rogue. Doe you informe. I heare one oth' Sheriffs Paid for the boyling of a Carp a Mark. Most unheard of exactions! Yet surely, Captaine. No man had cheaper reckonings then your selfe, And Mr Salewit here. How cheap? I say No more good Captaine; not to pay is cheap, A man would think. Sir, Dont you reckon Aire, And make it deare to breath in your house, and put The Nose to charges? Right, perfumd Aire, Captaine. Is not the standing of the salt an Item, And placeing of the bread? A new way, Captaine. Is not the folding of your Napkins brought Into the Bill? Pincht Napkins, Captaine, and laid Like Fishes, Fowles, or Faces. Then remember How you rate sallets, Roseclap; one may buy Gardens as Cheap. Yes, Mr Salewit, sallets Taken from Euclide, made in Diagrams, And to be eaten in Figures. And we must pay For your Inventions, Sir. Or you are damnd, Good Captaine, you have sworne to pay this twelve-month. Peace you lowd, bawling Curre; doe you disgrace me Before these Gallants, See if I don't kill you. SAve you Captaine Quartfield, and my brave Wit, My man of Helicon, salute this Gentleman, He is a City wit. A Corporation Went to the bringing of him forth. I embrace him; And so doe I. You are a Poet, Sir, And can make Verses, I heare? Sir, I am A servant to the Muses. I have made Some speeches, Sir, in verse, which have been spoke By a greene Robin Goodfellow from Cheapside Conduit, To my Fathers Company; and meane this afternoone To make an Epithalamium upon my wedding. A Lady fell in love with me this morning, Ask Mr Francis here. Heart you spoile all, Did not I charge you to be silent? That's true, I had forgot. you are a Captaine, Sir?