Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1621 [Aug 3; Aug 5; Sep] (Annals) masque · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.79 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Captain, if ever at the Bozing Ken, You have in draught of Derby drilled your men; And we have served there armed all in Ale, With the brown bowl, and charged in bragget stolen: If mustered thus, and disciplined in drink, In our long watches we did never shrink, But so commanded by you kept our station, As we preserved ourselves a royal Nation; And never yet did branch of Statute break, Made in your famous Pallas of the Peake. If we have deemed, that Mutton, Lamb, or Veal, Chick, Capon, Turkey, sweetest we did steal; As being by our Magna Charta taught To judge no urands wholesome that are bought. If for our Linen we still used the lift, And with the hedge (our trades increase) made shift; And ever at your solemn feast, and calls, We have been ready with the Egyptian bralls; To set Kit Callot forth in Prose or Rhyme, Or who was Cleopatra for the time. If we have done this, that, more, such, or so; Now lend your ear but to the Patrico. Well, Dance another strain, and we'll think how THe faery beam upon you, The stars to glister on you; A Moon of light, In the noon of night, Till the Fire-drake hath o'er gone you. The wheel of fortune guide you, The Boy with the bow beside you; Run ay in the way, Till the bird of day, And the luckier lot beside you. Bless my sweet Masters, the old, and the young, From the gall of the heart, and the stroke of the tongue. With you lucky Bird I begin, let me see, I aim at the best, and I trow you are he, here's some luck already, if I understand The grounds of mine Art; here's a Gentleman's hand. I'll kiss it for lucks sake, you shall by this line Love a Horse, and a Hound; but no part of a swine. To hunt the brave Stag, not so much for the food, As the weal of your body, and the health o'your blood. Your a man of good means, and have Territories store Both by Sea, and by Land; and were borne Sir to more, Which you like a Lord, and the Prince of your peace, Content with your have, despise to increase: You are no great Wencher, I see by your table, Although your Mons Veneris says you are able; You live chaste, and single, and have buried your Wife, And mean not to marry, by the line of your life. Whence he that conjectures, your quality learns, You are an honest good man, and care of your Barns. Your Mercury's hill too, a wit doth betoken, Some booke-craft you have, and are pretty well spoken. But stay, in your Jupiter's mount, what's here? A King, a Monarch; what wonders appear! High, Bountiful, Just: a Jove for your parts, A Master of men, and that Reign in their hearts. I'll tell it my train, And come to you again.
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Length
502 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.788 (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)
CAptaine, if ever at the Bozing Ken, You have in draught of Darby drill'd your men; And we have ſeru'd there armed all in Ale, With the browne bowle, and charg'd in bragget ſtale: If muſter'd thus, and diſciplin'd in drinke, In our long watches we did never ſhrinke, But ſo commanded by you kept our ſtation, As we preſerv'd our ſelves a royall Nation; And never yet did branch of Statute breake, Made in your famous Pallas of the Peake. If we have deem'd, that Mutton, Lambe, or Veale, Chicke, Capon, Turkey, ſweeteſt we did ſteale; As being by our Magna Charta taught To judge no urands wholeſome that are bought. If for our Linnen we ſtill uſ'd the lift, And with the hedge (our trades increaſe) made ſhift; And ever at your ſolemne feaſt, and calls, We have beene readie with the Aegyptian bralls; To ſet Kit Callot forth in Proſe or Rhime, Or who was Cleopatra for the time. If we have done this, that, more, ſuch, or ſo; Now lend your eare but to the Patrico. Well, Dance another ſtraine, and wee'l thinke how THe faery beame upon you, The ſtarres to gliſter on you; A Moone of light, In the noone of night, Till the Fire-drake hath or'e gon you. The wheele of fortune guide you, The Boy with the bow beſide you; Runne aye in the way, Till the bird of day, And the luckier lot beſide you. BLeſſe my ſweet Maſters, the old, and the young, From the gall of the heart, and the ſtroke of the tongue. With you luckie Bird I begin, let me ſee, I ayme at the beſt, and I trow you are he, Heer's ſome lucke alreadie, if I underſtand The grounds of mine Art; here's a Gentlemans hand. Il'e kiſſe it for lucks ſake, you ſhall by this line Love a Horſe, and a Hound; but no part of a ſwine. To hunt the brave Stagge, not ſo much for the food, As the weale of your bodie, and the health o'your blood. Your a man of good meanes, and have Territories ſtore Both by Sea, and by Land; and were borne Sir to more, Which you like a Lord, and the Prince of your peace, Content with your havings, diſpiſe to increaſe: You are no great Wencher, I ſee by your table, Although your Mons Veneris ſayes you are able; You live chaſte, and ſingle, and have buried your Wife, And meane not to marrie, by the line of your life. Whence he that conjectures, your qualitie learnes, You are an honeſt good man, and care of your Barnes. Your Mercuries hill too, a wit doth betoken, Some booke-craft you have, and are pretty well ſpoken. But ſtay, in your Jupiters mount, what's here? A King, a Monarch; what wonders appeare! High, Bountifull, Juſt: a Jove for your parts, A Maſter of men, and that Reigne in their hearts. Ile tell it my trayne, And come to you againe.