Fedele and Fortunia (Two Italian Gentlemen) · chunk 27 of 30
Pasqualigo, Luigi / Munday, Anthony · published 1585 · first performed or written 1584 [1579-1584] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.78 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
See how Pedante counterfeits Crack-stone in talk, Thereby we shall escape, and through the watch in safety walk. Captain Sbirri, this night my maid Attilia ran away, Her I beseech you, if she be not passed the watch, to stay. Some thing I doubt that she hath stolen, and carried to her mates, Therefore I pray beset the streets, and all the city gates. Mistress Victoria I will, but somebody I see, Step to them both and take them straight, for sure the same is she. Come mine own Paragon, I know thou hast tarried for me all this while, Therefore follow me straight, lest the liquorish Soldiers meet us, and me beguile. Soft not to fast, but stay I charge you in the PRINCE's name, God save the PRINCE's grace, and put his enemies to shame. We are the king's friends, I would you should well know, Therefore trouble us no farther, but let us go. The king's head is occupied with matters of great importunity, I know he is not conswapted, at this time to speak with me. We are peaceable people, we have no weapons here, We are neither drunk nor sober, nor make any steer. Get you to your places, keep the watch as you should, And we'll to our lodging you may be bold. Nay Sir, we will know your name, and eke the place where you have been, Whether you go, night-walkers here are very seldom seen. Then I pray you, what make you abroad so late? 'tis longing to your office to keep the gate. As for our names, I know of no such commencement you have, Why you should be so perceant the same to crave. We have been forth at supper Sir, i'the town with a good friend, And now we are returning home, nigh at our journey's end. What Minion, are you there indeed? My Mistress, out alas, Behold Pedante we are ta'en, how shall we do to pass? I hold forty pound I am Uncled, I would Pediculus were here, I would meet with the scald Squitterbe-booke for this gear. Is this your maid? It is. Lay hold on her with speed, Let us see what Vagabond is hid within this weed. Crack-stone? Whowe? And whowe too then, did you never see man before? I am not taken in devoutry, therefore wonder no more. A halter come to him, is it he? Sorry I am good Captain, you in such a case to see. here you are taken with this maid, which is like to be taught Of felony, and accessary you with her are caught. I steal nothing from women but their honesty: Which is as good, as he that robs the Printer of a Bible, because he would study Divinity. Stop, stop. What meaneth this? come bend your weapons at them all, Whom shall we stop? and what's the cause that makes you thus to call? Pedante, take thy sword, arise let's go into the street, Some wondrous broil I doubt there is,
nodes 1343–1393 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 30 in this edition
Length
506 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (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)
¶Sée how Pedante counterfeites Crack-stone in talke, Thereby we shall escape, and through the watch in safetie walke. ¶Captaine Sbirri, this night my maide Attilia ran away, Her I beséeche you, if she be not past the watch, to stay. Some thing I doubt that she hath stolne, and carried to her mates, Therefore I pray beset the stréetes, and all the citie gates. ¶Mistresse Victoria I will, but some bodie I sée, ¶Steppe to them bothe and take them streight, for sure the same is shée. ¶Come mine own Parragon, I know thou hast tarried for me all this while, Therefore follow me streight, least the lickorish Souldiers méete vs, and me beguile. ¶Softe not to fast, but stay I charge you in the Princes name, ¶God saue the Princes grace, and put his enemies to shame. Wée are the Kings friendes, I would you should well knowe, Therefore trouble vs no farther, but let vs goe. The kings head is occupied with matters of great importunitie, I know he is not conswapted, at this time to speake with me. We are peace-able people, we haue no weapons héere, We are neither drunke nor sober, nor make any stéere. Get you to your places, kéepe the watch as you should, And wee'le to our lodging you may be bould. ¶Nay Sir, we will know your name, and eke the place where you haue beene, Whether you goe, night-walkers heer are very seldom séene. ¶Then I pray you, what make you abroade so late? T'is longing to your office to kéepe the gate. As for our names, I know of no such commencement you haue, Why you should be so pearchant the same to craue. ¶We haue bin foorth at supper Sir, i'the towne with a good friend, And now we are returning home, nigh at our yournies end. ¶What Minion, are you there indéede? ¶My Mistresse, out alas, Beholde Pedante we are tane, how shall we doe to passe? ¶I hold fourty pound I am Unckled, I would Pediculus were heer, I would méete with the scalde Squitterbe-booke for this geare. ¶Is this your mayde? ¶It is. ¶Lay hold on her with spéede, Let vs sée what Uagabonde is hid within this wéede. Crack-stone? Whowe? ¶And whowe too then, did you neuer sée man before? I am not taken in deuowtrie, therefore wonder no more. ¶A halter come to him, is it hee? ¶Sorrie I am good Captaine, you in such a case to sée. Heer you are taken with this mayde, which is like to be tachte Offellonie, and accessarie you with her are cachte. ¶I steale nothing from women but their honestie: Which is as good, as he that robbes the Printer of a Bible, because he would studie Diuinitie. ¶Stoppe, stoppe. ¶What meaneth this? come bende your weapons at them all, Whome shall we stoppe? and what's the cause that makes you thus to call? ¶Pedante, take thy sworde, arise let's goe into the streéete, Some wondrous broyle I doubt there is,