Fletcher, John · published 1640 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Oct 19] (Annals) comedy · King's Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.86 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
I know you have mercy. If I had tons of mercy thou deserv'st none, What new tricks is now afoot, and what new houses Have you i'th' air, what orchards in apparition, What canst thou say for thy life? Little or nothing, I know you'll kill me, and I know 'tis useless To beg for mercy, pray let me draw my book out, And pray a little. do a very little, For I have farther business than thy killing, I have money yet to borrow, speak when you are ready. Now now sir now, Come on, do you start off from me, Do you swear great Captain, have you seen a spirit. Do you wear guns. I am a soldier's wife sir, And by that privilege I may be armed, Now what's the news, and let's discourse more friendly, And talk of our affairs in peace. Let me see, Pre thee let me fee thy gun, 'tis a very pretty one. No no sir you shall feel. Hold ye villain, what thine own husband? Let mine own husband then, Be in's own wits, there, there's a thousand ducats, Who must provide for you, and yet you'll kill me. I will not hurt thee for ten thousand millions. When will you redeem your jewels, I have pawned 'em, You see for what, we must keep touch. I'll kiss thee, And get as many more, i'll make thee famous, Had we the house now. Come along with me, If that be vanished there be more to hire sir. I see I am an ass when thou art near me. Is the fool come. Yes and i'th' cellar fast, And there he stays his good hour till I call him, He will make dainty music among the sackbuts, I have put him just sir, under the Duke's chamber. It is the better. Has given me royally, And to my Lady a whole load of portigues. Better and better still, go Margarita, Now play your prize, you say you dare be honest, I'll put ye to your best. Secure yourself sir, give me the candle, Pass away in silence. Who's there, oh oh. My Lord. Have ye brought me comfort. I have my Lord, Come forth 'tis ay, come gently out I'll help ye, Come softly too, how do you. Are there none here, Let me look round; we cannot be too wary, Oh let me bless this hour, are you alone sweet friend. Alone to comfort you. What's that you tumble, I have heard a noise this half hour under me, A fearful noise. The fat thing's mad i'th' cellar, And stumbles from one hog's head to another, Two cups more, and he ne'er shall find the way out, What do you fear, come, sit down by me cheerfully, My husband's safe, how do your wounds.
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Length
473 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.858 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I know you have mercy. If I had tunnes of mercy thou deserv'st none, What new tricks is now a foot, and what new houses Have you i'th aire, what orchards in apparition, What canst thou say for thy life? Litle or nothing, I know you'l kill me, and I know tis uselesse To beg for mercy, pray let me draw my book out, And pray a litle. Doe a very litle, For I have farther businesse then thy killing, I have mony yet to borrow, speak when you are ready. Now now sir now, Come on, doe you start off from me, Doe you swear great Captaine, have you seen a spirit. Doe you weare gunnes. I am a souldiers wife sir, And by that priviledge I may be arm'd, Now whats the newes, and let's discourse more friendly, And talk of our affaires in peace. Let me see, Pre thee let me fee thy gun, 'tis a very pretty one. No no sir you shall feele. Hold ye villaine, what thine own husband? Let mine own usband then, Be in's own wits, there, there's a thousand duckets, Who must provide for you, and yet you'l kill me. I will not hurt thee for ten thousand millions. When will you redeem your Iewels, I have pawn'd um, You see for what, we must keep tooch. Ile kisse thee, And get as many more, ile make thee famous, Had we the house now. Come along with mee, If that be vanish't there be more to hyre sir. I see I am an asse when thou art neere me. Is the foole come. Yes and i'th celler fast, And there he staies his good houre till I call him, He will make dainty musick among the sack-butts, I have put him just sir, under the Dukes chamber. It is the better. Has given me roially, And to my Lady a whole load of portigues. Better and better still, goe Margarita, Now play your prize, you say you dare be honest, Ile put ye to your best. Secure your selfe sir, give me the candle, Passe away in silence. Who's there, oh oh. My Lord. Have ye brought me comfort. I have my Lord, Come forth 'tis I, come gently out Ile help ye, Come softly too, how doe you. Are there none here, Let mee look round; we cannot be too wary, Oh let me blesse this houre, are you alone sweet friend. Alone to comfort you. What's that you tumble, I have heard a noise this halfe houre under mee, A fearfull noise. The fat thing's mad i'th celler, And stumbles from one hogs head to another, Two cups more, and he nere shall find the way out, What doe you feare, come, sit downe by mee cheareully, My husband's safe, how doe your wounds.