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 0.67 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
This Preface is very Canonical my Io, nay, I shall learn the phrases instantly. Have you all had it brothers? All but myself Sir Holofernes. Who my coz Pig, off sup off thy wash my Jo, at worst thou canst but be swine-drunk; but coz, shall we dispatch? I long to be installed. I now we'll to't, come hither Captain, sing the hymn preparatory to Knighthood, but wet your pipes first, Ganymede, they'll squeak the better. An admirable touch this, what's next trow? Now coz Sconce, our Order does constrain us to a frisk, a dance about you, as the Fairies tread about their great King Oberon. But can this music play the Twibill dance, none else will satisfy. Music you must play the Twibill dance he says, dance so while. They dance, the wine shall tread a sink apace into my belly, you have lost one of your best heels cosen. No me Jo, 'twas off before the ceremony is half accomplished, you are our wardrobe keeper, brother Knockedowne have you brought the vestments of our Order? Fuse Captain not I. Rot me sir, you would be made to fetch them. How, not our robes of honour the ensigns of our chevalry? Sink me, sir you know they are in tribulation. Hell take the Broker: we must perforce employ one of our own suits. Take my Buff Jerkin Captain. Death keep it on, you'll show your dirty shirt. Found you sir, you lie: I fathom in your guts, he has none on. How, son of foul Adultery, the lie? What do you blunder, whifflers Pig, are you grunting too: shall I whet my Twibill on your bones mips of debility? Nay, Cosen, Gentlemen rather than you shall fall out, I'll be content to be dubbed in my own clothes: nay pray you Gentlemen. 'tis against order, and we must observe ceremony. O by all means Coz. First then receive this cap of maintenance. Cap of Maintenance do you call it? I will maintain when this old Cap was new, 'twas a Dutch felt, but now 'tis nine degrees below a straw Hat; I do not like this touch: but Coz I shall have my Beaver again I hope? How? suspicious my Io: Brother Knockdowne disrobe his neck of this old linen, savours of a winding-sheet: this is Decimo Sexto, fears no rumpling: Now Cosen Sconce, you must discuss your doublet. That will be damned instantly; pray heaven my skin scape. Here sir, receive this Military Cassock, 't has seen service. 'Thas been shot through both the Elbows; this Military Cassock has I fear, some Military hang-byes: this Twibill Knighthood is but a lousy Order, would I had ne'er meddled with it. Now you appear something above an embryo: Makeshift help to untruss his breeches. I shall be whipped instantly: But cousin Fortress, is there no redemption for my Breeches?
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 1277–1308 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 40 in this edition
Length
480 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.668 (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)
This Preface is very Cannonical my Io, nay, I shal learn the phrases instantly. Have you all had it brothers? All but my selfe Sir Holofernes. Who my coz Pig, off sup off thy wash my Jo, at worst thou canst but be swine-drunke; but coz, shall we dispatch? I long to be instald. I now we'l to't, come hither Captaine, sing the hymne preparatory to Knight-hood, but wet your pipes first, Ganimed, they'l squeake the better. An admirable touch this, what's next troe? Now coz Sconce, our Order does constraine us to a frisk, a dance about you, as the Fairies tred about their great King Oberon. But can this musicke play the Twibill dance, none else will satisfie. Musicke you must play the Twibill dance he sayes, dance so while. They dance, the wine shall tread a sink apace into my belly, you have lost one of your best heels cosen. No me Jo, twas off before the ceremony is halfe accomplish'd, you are our wardrope keeper, brother Knockdowne have you brought the vestments of our Order? Fuse Captaine not I. Rot me sir, you would be made to fetch them. How, not our robes of honor the ensignes of our chevaly? Sinke me, sir you know they are in tribulation. Hell take the Broker: we must perforce imploy one of our owne suits. Take my Buffe Jerkin Captaine. Death keepe it on, you'll shew your dirty shirt. Found you sir, you lye: I fathome in your guts, hee has none on. How, sonne of foule Adultery, the lye? What doe you blunder, whilers Pigge, are you grunting too: shall I whet my Twibill on your bones mips of debility? Nay, Cosen, Gentlemen rather than you shall fall out, Ile be content to bee dub'd in my own cloathes: nay pray you Gentlemen. Tis against order, and we must observe ceremony. O by all meanes Coz. First then receive this cap of maintenance. Cap of Maintenance doe you call it? I will maintaine when this old Cap was new, 'twas a Dutch felt, but now tis nine degrees below a straw Hat; I doe not like this touch: but Coz I shall have my Bever agen I hope? How? suspitious my Io: Brother Knockdowne disroab his necke of this old linnen, savours of a winding-sheet: this is Decimo Sexto, feares no rumpling: Now Cosen Sconce, you must discusse your doublet. That will be damn'd instantly; pray heaven my skinne scape. Here sir, receive this Military Cassocke, 't has seene service. 'Thas been shot through both the Elbowes; this Military Cassocke has I feare, some Military hangbyes: this Twibill Knight-hood is but a lousie Order, would I had he're medled with it. Now you appeare something above an Embrio: Makeshift helpe to untrusse his breeches. I shall be whipt instantly: But Cozen Fortresse, is there no redemption for my Breeches?