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 0.62 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
strange? I is it not? The towardness of a fish. Would you think when we caught him he should speak Drake, Drake. And did he? Yes and Hawkins; A sign he was a fish that swum there, when These two compassed the world. How should he learn Their names I wonder. From the sailors. That may be. He'll call for drink like me, or any thing He lacks. O-God-my-head.- D'you hear him? Oh, Hostess— a— slid he'll spew. No matter. Nay I have seen him foxed, and then maintain A drunken Dialogue Lord how I long To hear a little. Pray try him with some questions, Will you, my friend? Sometimes he will be sullen, And make no answers. That is when he's angered, Or kept from drink long. But I'll try him: Ms Sea. To see what Creatures may be brought to. Tim, You are drunk. Plague take you Captain— Oh— You— made— 'Sdeath my son's name. D' you call him? He'll answer to no name but that. And Tim, What think you of a wench now? Oh I'm sick Where is she, Oh. I'll lay my life this fish Is some confederate Rogue. I drink t' you, Timothy, In sack. Oh Oh. A health, Tim. I can drink No more, Oh. What not pledge your Mistress? Oh, Let me alone. He is not in the mood now. Sometimes you'd wonder at him. He is tired With talking all this day. That and the heat Of company about him, dull him. Surely, My friends, it is to me a miracle To hear Fish speak thus. So, Sir, 't has been To thousands more. Come now next Michaelmas, 'tis five years we have shown him in most Courts In Christendom, and you will not believe How with mere travelling and observation, He has improved himself, and brought away The language of the Country. May not I Ask him some questions? Sir, you may, but he Will answer none but one of us He's used, And knows their voices. He is so Ms. Now We'll open door. Well my belief doth tell me There is a mist before our eyes. I mar'le My wise son missed this show. Good people, we Do show no more today; if you desire To see, come to us in Kings-street tomorrow Come Gossip let us go, the Fish is done. By your leave Gentlemen. Truly 'tis a dainty fish. PRay which is Mr Plotwell? I'm he friend, What is your business? Sir, I should speak with Young Mr Seathrift too. Sir, at this time, Although no Crab like you, to swim backward, he is Of your element. Upon the water? No But something that lives in't. If you but stay Till he have slept himself a land Creature, you may Chance see him come ashore here. Oh— my— Oh— Captain— Mr Francis— Captain— That is his voice Sir. Death o my soul my son? He is in drink, Sir, is he?
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 1345–1449 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 41 in this edition
Length
496 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.616 (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)
strange? J is it not? The towardnesse of a fish. Would you think when we caught him he should speak Drake, Drake. And did he? Yes and Hawkins; A signe he was a fish that swum there, when These two compast the world. How should he learne Their names J wonder. From the saylers. That may be. He'l call for drink like me, or any thing He lacks. O-God-my-head.- D'you heare him? Oh, Hostesse—a—bason— slid he'l spew. No matter. Nay J have seene him foxt, and then maintaine A drunken Dialogue. Lord how J long To heare a litle. Pray try him with some questions, Will you, my friend? Sometimes he will be fullen, And make no answers. That is when he's angred, Or kept from drinke long. But Ile try him: Ms Sea. To see what Creatures may be brought to. Tim, You are drunke. Plague take you Captaine—Oh—Lord You—made—me— S'death my sonnes name. D' you call him? He'l answer to no name but that. And Tim, What thinke you of a wench now? Oh Ime sicke Where is she, Oh. Ile lay my life this fish Is some confederate Rogue. I drinke t' you, Timothy, In sack. Oh Oh. A health, Tim. I can drink No more, Oh. What not pledge your Mistresse? Oh, Let me alone. He is not in the mood now. Sometimes you'd wonder at him. He is tired With talking all this day. That and the heat Of company about him, dull him. Surely, My friends, it is to me a miracle To heare Fish speak thus. So, Sir, 't has been To thousands more. Come now next Michaelmas, Tis five yeares we have showne him in most Courts In Christendome, and you will not believe How with meere travelling and observation, He has improv'd himselfe, and brought away The language of the Country. May not I Aske him some questions? Sir, you may, but he Will answer none but one of us. He's used, And knowes their voices. He is so Ms. Now We'l open doore. Well my beliefe doth tell me There is a mist before our eyes. I mar'le My wise sonne mist this show. Good people, we Doe show no more to day; if you desire To see, come to us in Kings-street to morrow Come Gossip let us goe, the Fish is done. By your leave Gentlemen. Truly tis a dainty fish. PRay which is Mr Plotwell? I'me he friend, What is your businesse? Sir, I should speake with Yong Mr Seathrift too. Sir, at this time, Although no Crab like you, to swim backward, he is Of your element. Upon the water? No But something that lives int. If you but stay Till he have slept himselfe a land Creature, you may Chance see him come a shore here. Oh—my—head— Oh—Captaine—Mr Francis—Captaine—Oh.— That is his voice Sir. Death o my soule my son? He is in drink, Sir, is he?