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 0.82 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
sum me Captain, 'tis not requisite he should put off his Breeches. Thanks good Captain Pirke, 'twas a friendly touch that May not his transitory money serve to excuse his breeches? To him it may. A Twibill Knight ought to regard no money, but the glistering steel. Well, since it must be so, there take my money. Paw sir, you lose the privilege of the Order, if you respect your money. Now do I look like— as if I were new come from the Lottery: or what say you Sir Holofernes, to the Picture of the Prodigal in the painted Cloth? Sure I have now performed all the Ceremonies; if not, I me sure I have nothing else left to perform withal. So, now kneel down, while thus I thee create: Jeremias Sconce, Knight of the order of Twibill. Now avaunt Chevalier. Health to our worthy Brother, Jeremias Sconce, Knight of the Twibill. But brothers, there is Sack yet to be drunk, in Celebration of this Knighthood, I like this drinking heartily; there's some goodness in't: will you begin, my Captain General; I'll call you so now. Pythagoras, fill his Bowl up. Capt.. Pirk this Cornucopia To my Lieutenant general's health: I'll call you so now. A place of Mark and Charge that. Man of valour, respect this Cup to the health of our Lieut. General General. A vous brother Knockdowne. Here Sir Barrabas. Altogether gentlemen, a health Musicians, Gentlemen all tres humblement serviture vostre: I ha' done you right. Expect me Io; heart of my father, you must for consummation of your instalment, drink a cup a piece to each of us. 'twas my intention General: to you all in general, help Pith. let it be be two Captain, 'tis pity to put so many worthy men in a pint pot. Soul of my valour, you're shipped sir, you must drink five together. You're wanton Captain, a wag upon my Knighthood, you mean to measure the profundity of my belly, 'twill be a hard task to do it to a Dutch-man— look you Captain. Thou shalt be my Bacchus Io, he drinks as if he had eaten Pickle Herring. This Cup was as deep as Fleetstreet Conduit. Sound me my Io, I ha' made a new River in my Belly, and my Guts are the Pipes: Tother cup good wreckling, virtue shall be virtue still, so long as I can stand Captain. That will not be long I hope. This Choler spoils my drinking, or else this Sack has horseflesh in't, it rides upon my stomach. O Urinal, I'm a Knight of the Twibill honest Urinal. Take heed you'll crush me sir to pieces. Gentlemen yonder are the Constables at the door to apprehend Captain Fortress. Some more sack sirrah, I shall be married anon. That's I, 'tis for the linen brothers: Hell my Io, how shall I scape them?
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 1309–1337 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 40 in this edition
Length
481 words · 687 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (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)
Sume me Captaine, tis not requisite he should put off his Breeches. Thankes good Captaine Pirke, twas a friendly touch that May not his transitory money serve to excuse his breeches? To him it may. A Twibill Knight ought to regard no money, but the glistring steele. Well, since it must be so, there take my money. Paw sir, you lose the priviledge of the Order, if you respect your money. Now doe I looke like—as if I were new come from the Lottery: or what say you Sir Holofernes, to the Picture of the Prodigal in the painted Cloath? Sure I have now perform'd all the Ceremonies; if not, I me sure I have nothing else left to performe withall. So, now kneele downe, while thus I thee create: Ieremia Sconce, Knight of the order of Twibill. Now avaunt Chevaleire. Health to our worthy Brother, Ieremi Sconce, Knight of the Twibill. But brothers, there is Sacke yet to be drunke, in Celebration of this Knight-hood, I like this drinking heartily; there's some goodnesse in't: will you beginne, my Captaine Generall; Ile call you so now. Pythagoras, fill his Bowle up. Capt. Pirk this Cornucopia To my Leiftenant Generalls health: Ile call you so now. A place of Marke and Charge that. Man of valour, respect this Cup to the health of our Leift, Generall. A vous brother Knockdowne. Here Sir Barrabas. Altogether gentlemen, a health Musitians, Gentlemen all tres humblement serviture vostre: I ha done you right. Expect me Io; heart of my father, you must for consummation of your installment, drinke a cup a piece to each of us. Twas my intention Generall: to you all in generall, helpe Pith. let it be be two Captaine, tis pitty to put so many worthy men in a pint pot. Soule of my valour, y'are ship'd sir, you must drinke five together. Y'are wanton Captaine, a wag upon my Knight-hood, you meane to measure the profundity of my belly, twill bee a hard taske to doe it to a Dutch-man—looke you Captaine. Thou shalt be my Bacchus Io, he drinkes as if hee had eaten Pickle Herring. This Cup was as deepe as Fleet-street Conduit. Sound me my Io, I ha' made a new River in my Belly, and my Guts are the Pipes: Tother cup good wreckling, vertue shall be vertue still, so long as I can stand Captaine. That will not be long I hope. This Coller spoyles my drinking, or else this Sack has horse-flesh in't, it rides upon my stomacke. O Vrinall, Ime a Knight of the Twibill honest Vrinall. Take heede you'll crush me sir to pieces. Gentlemen yonder are the Constables at the doore to apprehend Captaine Fortresse. Some more sacke sirrah, I shall be married anon. That's I, tis for the linnen brothers: Hell my Io, how shall I scape them?