Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.68 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Yonder's your Cosen talking to himself: pray Gentlemen draw near. Mr. Sconce I brought these friends to visit you. Thanks good Mr. Mixum, Cosen Fortress, and my Diminutive Captain Pirke; give your hands, you are welcome, very welcome. Health to the Weathercock of my Kin, the noble signior Jeremias Sconce. Propitious, and auspicious be thy stars, man of renown and merit: ha thy arm in sling my Palmerin: Confusion Captain Fortress, he wears a wound about him. No, no, a touch, a mere touch, a Fleabite, Captain Pirke. Is't not recovered by the salve Mr. Sconce? Yes, as good as whole; the weapon salve will remedy it. Yes, past all chance it will: 'twill mundify and purge your body Cosen: I use to combat three of four at once, every spring, purposely to be let blood a little: it does me good all the year after. I am very glad of it. But tell me Cosen Fortress, how fares it with the residue of the blades, the valiant Twibill Knights, the famous brethren, do they walk in Coat gelt, or all a mode in Dunkirk Cloaks? Those fashioned Cloaks I never heard of before: I marvel my Tailor gets not a pattern of them; Pray sir, what is a Dunkirk Cloak? Not know a Dunkirk upper garment, a leaguer Cloak; behold my Io, this Cane, this staff of office; this we style the Military Caster. 'twill hardly keep a shower of rain out that. Are they confined to Chamber still, for want of Boots, or Linen? I love to hear of their prosperities. Why Cosen they are well, but in the accustomed garb, the frugal brim, and petty feather: they expect most carefully thy admittance into our Order. 'Tshall be done after my wedding Cosen. I have got, dost hear, sirrah Pirke a girl of metal, the doctor's daughter Bully, Fortress. Flesh of Milk and Roses Blade. But Cosen, 'tis necessary, you enroll yourself into the Family before you wed: our order, like the Knights of Malta, does admit no persons espoused: but with this difference, if they receive the Order Bachelors, they may then marry and yet retain the title. Say you so Cosen? Certain truth my Io: we met upon our grand Exchange last night, our place of trade and consultation, and there concluded some decrees, necessary for supporting our Commonwealth. How perdition Captain? how durst you meet without me? or conceit that decree valuable, which the voice of Captain Pirke has not assented to. Refuse me sir, the brethren of the Blades shall me their bold confrontment: vengeance do you take me for a boy, or some Pigwiggin? consult without me? Patience, good Captain Pirke, I would fain hear them. He reads his neck-verse, reads them in my presence: Death rob me of the privilege of my place and dignity Captain, confound you, I could show you Twibill for it.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1148 · TCP A01773 · DEEP 980
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 723–743 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 40 in this edition
Length
483 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.683 (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)
Yonder's your Cosen talking to himselfe: pray Gentlemen draw neare. Mr. Sconce I brought these friends to visit you. Thanks good Mr. Mixum, Cosen Fortresse, and my Diminutive Captaine Pirke; give your hands, you are welcome, very welcome. Health to the Weather-cocke of my Kin, the noble Signeur Iemias Sconce. Propitious, and auspicious be thy starres, man of renowne and merit: ha thy arme in sling my Palmerin: Confusion Captaine Fortresse, he weares a wound about him. No, no, a touch, a meere touch, a Flea-bite, Captain Pirke. Is't not recover'd by the salve Mr. Sconce? Yes, as good as whole; the weapon salve will remedy it. Yes, past all chance it will: twill mundifie and purge your body Cosen: I use to combate three of four at once, every spring, purposely to be let blood a little: it does me good all the yeare after. I am very glad of it. But tell me Cosen Fortresse, how fares it with the residue of the blades, the valiant Twiball Knights, the famous brethren, doe they walke in Coat gelt, or all a mode in Dunkirke Cloaks? Those fashioned Cloaks I never heard of before: I mervaile my Tayler gets not a patterne of them; Pray sir, what is a Dunkirke Cloake? Not know a Dunkirk upper garment, a leager Cloak; behold my I, this Cane, this staffe of office; this wee stile the Millitarie Caster. Twill hardly keepe a shoure of raine out that. Are they confin'd to Chamber still, for want of Boots, or Linnen? I love to heare of their prosperities. Why Cosen they are well, but in the accustom'd garbe, the frugall brimme, and petty feather: they expect most carefully thy admittance into our Order. 'Tshall be don after my wedding Cosen▪ I have got, dost heare, sirrah Pirke a girle of mettall, the Doctors daughter Bully, Fortresse. Flesh of Milke and Roses Blade. But Cosen, tis necessary, you inrole your selfe into the Family before you wed: our order, like the Knights of Malta, does admit no persons espoused: but with this difference, if they receive the Order Batchellours, they may then marry and yet retaine the title. Say you so Cosen? Certaine truth my Io: we met npon our grand Exchange last night, our place of trade and consultation, and there concluded some decrees, necessary for supporting our Commonwealth. How perdition Captaine? how durst you meet without me? or conceite that decree valuable, which the voyce of Captaine Pirke has not assented to. Refuse me sir, the brethren of the Blades shall me their bold confrontment: vengeance doe you take mee for a boy, or some Pigwiggin? consult without me? Patience, good Captaine Pirke, I would faine heare them. He reads his necke-verse, reads them in my presence: Death rob me of the priviledge of my place and dignity Captaine, confound you, I could shew you Twibill for it.