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 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
I have seen service, Sr. Captain I love Men of the sword, and buff, and if need were I can roar too, and hope to swear in time, Do you see, Captain. Nay Captain we have brought you A Gentleman of valour who has been In Moore-fields often, marry it has been To squire his sisters, and demolish Custards At Pimlico. Afore me, Mr Plotwell, I never hoped to see you in silk again. I looked the next Lord mayor's day to see you o'th' Livery, Or one o'th' Bachelor Whifflers. What is Your Uncle dead? He may in time; he's gone To sea this morning, Captain, and I am come into your order again. But hark you, Captain, What think you of a Fish now? Mad wags, mad wags. By Heaven its true, here we have brought one with us. Rich Seathrift's son, he'll make a rare sea-Monster. And shall's be merry i'faith? Salewit shall make A song upon him. And Roseclap's boy shall sing it. We have the properties of the last fish. And if I At dinner do not give him sea enough, And afterwards if I, and Salewit do not Show him much better than he that shows the Tombs, Let me be turned into a Swordfish myself. A natural change for a Captain. How now Roseclap, Pensive and cursing the long Vacation? Thou look'st as if thou meanst to break shortly. Ask The Captain why I am sad. Faith Gentlemen, I disciplined him for his rudeness. Why these Are judgements, Roseclap, for dear reckonings. Art thou The half Crown fellow of the house? Sir, I Do keep the Ordinary. Let's have wine enough; I mean to drink a health to a Lady. Still Will you betray your fortune? One of them Will go and tell her who you are, and spoil The Marriage. Noah, peace. Gentlemen if you'll Go in we'll follow. Please you enter, dinner Shall straight be set upon the board. we'll expect you, Come Gentlemen. But Mr Francis, was that The business why she called you back. Believe it Your Mother's smock shined at your birth, or else You wear some Charm about you. Not I truly. It can not be she should so strangely dote Upon you else: slight had you stayed, I think She would have wooed you herself. Now I remember One read my fortune once, and told my father That I should match a Lady. How things fall out? And did she ask you who I was? I told her You were a young Knight. Good. Scarce come to th' years Of your discretion yet. Good still. And that a great Man Did mean to beg you for his daughter. Most rare. This afternoon's the time? Faith she Looks you should use a little Courtship first, That done, let me alone to have the Priest In readiness. But were I not best ask My friends consent?
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 982–1069 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 41 in this edition
Length
488 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
I have seen service, Sr. Captain I love Men of the sword, and buffe, and if need were I can roare too, and hope to sweare in time, Doe you see, Captaine. Nay Captaine we have brought you A Gentleman of valour who has been In Moore-fields often, marry it has beene To squire his sisters, and demolish Custards At Pimlico. Afore me, Mr Plotwell, I never hop't to see you in silk againe. I lookt the next Lord Maiors day to see you oth' Livery, Or one oth' Batchelour Whiflers. What is Your Uncle dead? He may in time; he's gone To sea this morning, Captaine, and J am come Jnto your order againe. But hark you, Captaine, What think you of a Fish now? Mad wags, mad wags. By Heaven its true, here we have brought one with us. Rich Seathrifts sonne, he'l make a rare sea-Monster. And shall's be merry yfaith? Salewit shal make A song upon him. And Roseclaps boy shall sing it. We have the properties of the last fish. And if I At dinner doe not give him sea enough, And afterwards if I, and Salewit doe not Showe him much better then he that showes the Tombs, Let me be turnd into a Sword-fish my selfe. A naturall change for a Captaine. How now Roseclap, Pensive and cursing the long Vacation? Thou look'st as if thou meanst to breake shortly. Aske The Captaine why I am sad. Faith Gentlemen, I disciplin'd him for his rudenes. Why these Are Iudgements, Roseclap, for deare reckonings. Art thou The halfe Crowne fellow of the house? Sir, I Doe keepe the Ordinary. Let's have wine enough; I meane to drinke a health to a Lady. Still Will you betray your fortune? One of them Will goe and tell her who you are, and spoyle The Marriage. Noe, peace. Gentlemen if you'l Goe in wee'l follow. Please you enter, dinner Shall straight be set upon the board. Wee'l expect you, Come Gentlemen. But Mr Francis, was that The busines why she calld you backe. Believe it Your Mothers smock shin'd at your birth, or else You weare some Charme about you. Not I truly. It can not be she should so strangely dote Vpon you else: slight had you stayd, I thinke She would have wooed you her selfe. Now I remember One read my fortune once, and told my father That I should match a Lady. How things fall out? And did she ask you who I was? I told her You were a young Knight. Good. Scarce come to th' years Of your discretion yet. Good still. And that a great Man Did meane to beg you for his daughter. Most rare. This afternoone's the time? Faith she Looks you should use a litle Courtship first, That done, let me alone to have the Priest In readinesse. But were I not best aske My friends consent?