Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.76 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
That matters not at all, I gather by his words he is some Knight Of sad Damascus, or some kinsman of Th'unfortunate Amandus. Very likely, But we spend too much time in this discourse. What do I mean? I have not yet given order To put out sentinels upon the hills For to discover boot; come will you walk And take the air a little? prisoners come You shall receive a dram too and no more But to prepare your stomachs 'gainst the time, I'll wean you from it. Wean me from my breath Of life, and then I'll thank thee in my death. This is worse and worse by the Almanac. Alkeron, fool thou wouldst say, we do not use to swear in that phrase. Besides, there is no sense in Almanac. I say there is good sense and meaning in't, if you had the wit to conceive it. As how prithee? As thus, grossum caput, 'tis worse and worse by the Almanac, that's as much to say, 'tis worse with us this year then 'twas the year before. 'Faith thou sayest true, thou hast opened and applied the point too very handsomely, I commend thy wit for't. Besides, did I not shift an oath too very prettily observe my religion in't as well as my wit. I thought thou hadst sworn. And so did I by the Alkeron. But to our first discourse before you interrupted me: is't not worse and worse with us every day than other? we were wont to have some feeling of the gain, as well as of the pain, and to share with our Captains, now we must be contented to stand to his courtesy, devil share him for it. We lost our best Captain when we lost Praedarius, would Rapinus had excused him, we should had better days then. What fools were we to save his life, when he lay at the mercy of the stranger, I repent it now most heartily, And so do I, but had we known he would reward us so, and give us nothing for our labours, he should have gone to hell for me, I would never have stayed him. And the more to torment his Ghost, we would have made his foe and conqueror Captain in his place. If he continue thus dogged, we may do it yet by some trick or other, let him not too much provoke us. All his mind is upon the wench by Mahomet, all is given unto her, nothing unto us but a bastinado now and then, shall we endure't? And yet for all so much treasure as he gives her, of my conscience she gives him nothing in return thereof, no not so much as her maidenhead. Her maidenhead, 'twas a question if she had that to give him. Then not a vaulting turn, not one single career, not a foot in the stirrup, or term it what you will. Nay, I believe scarce a dry kiss unless by force.
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502 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T11 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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That matters not at all, I gather by his words he is some Knight Of sad Damascus, or some kinsman of Th'unfortunate Amandus. Very likely, But we spend too much time in this discourse. What doe I meane? I have not yet given order To put out sentinells upon the hilles For to discover boote; come will you walke And take the aire a little? prisoners come You shall receive a dram too and no more But to prepare your stomackes 'gainst the time, I'le weane you from it. Weane me from my breath Of life, and then I'le thanke thee in my death. This is worse and worse by the Almanack. Alkeron, foole thou wouldst say, we doe ot use to sweare in that phrase. Besides, there is no sence in Almanacke. I say there is good sence and meaning in't, if you had the wit to conceive it. As how prethee? As thus, grossum caput, 'tis worse and worse by the Almanacke, that's as much to say, 'tis worse with us this yeere then 'twas the yeere before. 'Faith thou sayest true, thou hast opened and applyed the point too very handsomely, I commend thy wi for't. Besides, did I not shift an oath too very prettily observe my religion in't as well as my wit. I thought thou hadst sworne. And so did I by the Alkeron. But to our first discourse before you intrrupted me: is't not worse and worse with us every day than other? we were wont to have some feeling of the gaine, as well as of the paine, and to share with our Captaines, now we must be contented to stand to his courtesie, divell share him for it. We lost our best Captaine when we lost Praedaius, would Rapinus had excus'd him, we should had better dayes then. What fooles were we to save his life, when hee lay at the mercy of the stranger, I repent it now most heartily, And so doe I, but had we knowne he would reward us so, and give us nothing for our labours, he should have gone to hell for me, I would never have staid him. And the more to torment his Ghost, we would have made his foe and conquerour Captaine in his place. If he continue thus dogged, we may doe it yet by some tricke or other, let him too much provoke us. All his minde is upon the wench by Mahomet, all is given unto her, nothing unto us but a bastinado now and then, shall we endur't? And yet for all so much treasure as he gives her, of my conscience she gives him nothing in returne thereof, no not so much as her maydenhead. Her maydenhead, 'twas a question if she had that to give him. Then not a vaulting turne, not one single career, not a foot in the stirrop, or terme it what you will. Nay, I believe scarse a drie kisse unlesse by force.