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 0.72 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
And as for me I'm an invited Guest, and am to bless The Venison in French, or in a Grace Of broken English. Before we do divide Our Army, let us dip our Rosemaries In one rich bowl of sack to this brave girl, And to the Gentleman that was my Fish. Agreed, Agreed. Captain you shall dip first. MY dearest Dorcas, welcome. Here you see The house you must be mistress of, which with This kiss I do confirm unto you. Forbear, Sir. How wife, refuse to kiss me? Yes, unless A sweeter air came from you; y' have turned my stomach. I wonder you can be so rude to ask me, Knowing your Lungs are perished. This is rare. That I should live to this great age, and never Till now know I was rotten! I shall never Endure your Conversation; I hope you have Contrived two Beds, two Chambers, and two Tables; It is an Article that I should live, Retired, that is, a part. But pray you wife Are you in earnest. D'you think I'll jest with age? Will you not lie with me then? Did ever Man Of your hairs ask such questions? I do blush At your unreasonableness. Nay then— Is't fit I should be buried? I reach you not. Why to lie with you were a direct Emblem Of going to my grave. I understand you. I'll have your picture set in my wedding ring For a Death's head. I do conceive you. I'd Rather lie with an ancient Tomb, or embrace An Ancestor than you. D'you think I'll come Between your winding sheets? For what? to hear you Depart all night, and fetch your last groan? and Ith' morning find a Deluge on the floor, Your Entrails floating, and half my husband spit Upon the Arras? I am married— Then, For your abilities, should twelve good women Sit on these reverend locks, and on your heat, And natural appetite, they would just find you As youthful as a Coffin, and as hot As th' sultry winter that froze over the Thames; They say the hard time did begin from you. Good, I am made the curse of Watermen. Your humours come frost from you, and your nose Hath icicles in Iune. Assist me patience. Why hear you mistress, you that have a fever, And Dog days in your blood, if you knew this Why did you marry me? Ha, ha, ha. She laughs. That your experienced ache, that hath felt springs And falls this forty year, should be so dull To think I have not them that shall supply Your cold defects. You have your servants then? And I am forked? hum? Do you think A woman young, high in her blood—. And hot As Goats, or Marmosites— Apt to take flame at Every temptation— And to kindle at Ehe picture of a Man—
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 2536–2617 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 41 in this edition
Length
482 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And as for me I'me an invited Guest, and am to blesse The Venison in French, or in a Grace Of broken English. Before we doe divide Our Army, let us dip our Rosemaries In one rich bowle of sack to this brave girle, And to the Gentleman that was my Fish. Agreed, Agreed. Captaine you shall dip first. MY dearest Dorcas, welcome. Here you see The house you must be mistresse of, which with This kisse I doe confirme unto you. Forbeare, Sir. How wife, refuse to kisse me? Yes, unlesse A sweeter ayre came from you; y' have turnd my stomack. I wonder you can be so rude to aske me, Knowing your Lungs are perisht. This is rare. That I should live to this great age, and never Till now know I was rotten! I shall never Endure your Conversation; I hope you have Contriv'd two Beds, two Chambers, and two Tables; It is an Article that I should live, Retir'd, that is, a part. But pray you wife Are you in earnest. D'you think Jle jest with age? Will you not lie with me then? Did ever Man Of your haires ask such questions? J doe blush At your unreasonablenesse. Nay then— Ist fit J should be buried? I reach you not. Why to lye with you were a direct Emblem Of going to my grave. I understand you. I'le have your picture set in my wedding ring For a Deaths head. I doe conceave you. I'de Rather lie with an ancient Tombe, or embrace An Ancestor then you. D'you think I'le come Between your winding sheets? For what? to heare you Depart all night, and fetch your last groane? and Ith' morning finde a Deluge on the floore, Your Entrailes floating, and halfe my husband spit Upon the Arras? I am married— Then, For your abilities, should twelve good women Sit on these reverend locks, and on your heat, And naturall appetite, they would just finde you As youthfull as a Coffin, and as hot As th' sultry winter that froze ore the Thames; They say the hard time did begin from you. Good, I am made the curse of Watermen. Your humours come frost from you, and your nose Hath ycicles in Iune. Assist me patience. Why heare you mistresse, you that have a feaver, And Dog daies in your bloud, if you knew this Why did you marry me? Ha, ha, ha. She laughs. That your experienced ache, that hath felt springs And falls this forty yeare, should be so dull To think J have not them that shall supply Your cold defects. You have your servants then? And I am forkt? hum? Doe you think A woman young, high in her bloud—. And hot As Goats, or Marmosites— Apt to take flame at Tvery temptation— And to kindle at Ehe picture of a Man—