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 0.76 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Cosen Fortress welcome, welcome Captain Pirke, valiant brothers, nay gentlemen, than your accoutrements be of the vulgar cut, be not daunted, 'tis hereditary to Low Country soldiers to wear off reckonings, the time shall come the little worm shall weave, and silken tribute pay to men of service, give me your hands gentlemen, I shall be one of you anon, but Cosen Fortresse, what bashful youth is that that dares not thrust his nose out of his coat, for fear the wind should blow it to his face, ha? 'tis flat enough already, this my Jo, nay show thy Phisnomy, he's our quondam trusty attendant, but now Knight of the Twibill, Pythagoras Pig. Is this the famous offspring of great hog? we should be kindred certainly, my Ancestors were Boars, give me thy fore-foot sirrah, and tell me coz, why dost not wander into a new skin? this begins to crackle vilely. O 'tis for want of basting sir. No my Jo, he casts his skin but once a year, like the poor snake: well, he has done our Order special service; but coz, where are the preparations the van-courier's coz, to the solemnity of your installment? renounce me, if you vilify the institution by disregard of properties, this hand shall never cross the Twibill o'er thy head, nor give thee thy avant chevalier, while thou art mortal my Jo, I say I shall not. No matter sir Sconce, by the head of valour, myself shall dub thee. Who you King twaddle? Mushroom you dub him? Yes, I Gog, Magog, I dub him Garantua. Nay good cosen Fortress, Captain Pirke, this Urinal I could e'en fill him to the brim with curses, but here's my agent; come where are the musicianers Urinal? They will be loud enough by and by, I warrant you. This is legitimate blood of the Spanish grape my Jo. Lusty sack credit me coz, 'twill give the touch, Urinal make fast the door, and leave us, and give us notice if anybody approach. What haste this gull makes to cheat himself in private, must the music enter? No by no means, we'll call to them through the door, varlet avoid. Now coz, to begin our ceremony; first, drink to me. I like it well when it begins with drinks, 'tis a sign 'twill end merrily; this cup is abominable to little, one can scarce wet his whistle out of it, it shall be this goblet, a vostre grace, coz Fortress. Sir Pythagoras we do create you skinker, it shall go round my blades, you shall dible in liquour of account; here brother Makeshift. Gramercies Captain. Choke you sir, learn manners, offer to drink before betters, 'tis an affront to seniority, destroy me if I can suffer this, no forsake me Captain I cannot. There was a touch for you brother Makeshift, but good little Pirke be patient.
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 1257–1276 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 40 in this edition
Length
481 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (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)
Cosen Fortresse welcome, welcome Captaine Pirke, valiant brothers, nay gentlemen, then your accoutrements be of the vulgar cut, be not daunted, tis hereditary to Low Country souldiers to weare off reckonings, the time shall come the little worme shall weave, and silken tribute pay to men of service, give me your hands gentlemen, I shall be one of you anone, but Cosen Frtresse, what bashfull youth is that that dares not thrust his nose out of his coate, for feare the winde should blow it to his face, ha? Tis flat enough already, this my Jo, nay show thy Phisnomy, h'is our quondam trusty attendant, but now Knight of the Twibill, Pithagoras Pig. Is this the famous off-spring of great hog? we should be kindred certainely, my Ancestors were Bores, give me thy forefot sirrha, and tell me coz, why dost not wander into a new skin? this begins to crackle vilely. O tis forwant of basting sir. No my Jo, hee casts his skin but once a yeare, like the poore snake: well, he has done our Order speciall service; but coz, where are the preparations the vancarriors coz, to the solemnity of your instamnt? renounce me, if you vilifie the institution by disregard of properties, this hand shall never crosse the Twibill ore thy head, nor give thee thy avant chevalier, while thou art mortall my Jo, I say I shall not. No matter sir Sconce, by the head of valor, my selfe shall dub thee. Who you King Twadle? Mushrome you dub him? Yes, I Gog, Magog, I dub him Garantua. Nay good cosen Fortresse, Captaine Pirke, this Vrinall I could e'ne fill him to the brim with curses, but here's my agent; come where are the musitioners Vrinall? They will bee loud enough by and by, I warrant you. This is legitimate blood of the Spanish grape my Jo. Lusty sacke credit me coz, twill give the touch, Vrinall make fast the doore, and leave us, and give us notice if any body approach. What haste this gull makes to cheat himselfe in private, must the musicke enter? No by no meanes, weel call to them through the doore, varlet avoide. Now coz, to beginne our ceremony; first, drinke to me. I like it well when it begins with drinks, tis a signe twill end merrily; this cup is abominable to little, one can scarce wet his whistle out of it, it shall be this goblet, a vostre grace, coz Fortresse. Sir Pithagoras we doe create you skinker, it shall goe round my blades, you shall dible in liquor of account; here brother Make-shift. Gramercies Captaine. Choake you sir, learne manners, offer to drinke before betters, tis an affront to seniority, destroy me if I can suffer this, no forsake me Captaine I cannot. There was a touch for you brother Makeshift, but good little Pirke be patient.