Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.78 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Oh Captain Spicing, thy vain enticing, brought me from my trade, From good candles making, to this pains taking, a rebel to be made, Therefore Ned Spicing, to quit thy enticing, this must be thy hope, By one of thy fellows, to be led to the Gallows, to end in a rope. Dudgeon, dost thou he are, look well to Brocke my mare, drive Dunne and her fair and softly down the hill, and take heed the thorns tear not the horns of my Cow hides, as thou goest near the hedges: ha what sayst thou knave? is the Bulls hide down? why lay it up again, what rare I? He meet thee at the style, and help to set all straight. And yet God help, it's a crooked world, and an unthrifty, for some that have near a shoe, had rather go barefoot, then buy clout-leather to mend the old, when they can buy no new, for they have time enough to mend all, they sit so long between the cup and the wall, well God amend them, God amend them. Let me see by my executor here, my leather pouch, what I have taken, what I have spent, what I have gained. what I have lost, & what I have laid cut: my taking is more than my spending, for here's store left. I have spent but a groat, a penny for my two jades, a penny to the poor, a penny pot of ale, and a penny cake for my man and me, a dicker of cowhides cost me. Snails who comes here? mistress Ferries, or mistress what call ye her? Put up Iohn Hobs, money tempts beauty. Well met good fellow, sawest thou not the heart? My heart? God bless me from seeing my heart. Thy heart? the déereman, we demand the decree. Do you demand what's dear? mary corn and cow hides, Mass a good smug lass, well like my daughter Nell, I had rather than a bend of leather she and I might smutch together. camest thou not down the wood? Yes mistress that I did. And sawst thou not the dear embossed? By my hood ye make me laugh, what the dickens is it love that makes ye prate to me so fondly, by my father's soul I would I had iobd faces with you. Why how now Hobs, so saucy with the Duchess and the Queen? Much Queen I trow, these be but women, and one of them is like my wench, I would she had her rags, I would give a load of hair and horns, and a fat of leather, to match her to some justice, by the meghollie. Be silent Tanner, and ask pardon of the Queen. And ye be the Queen, I cry ye mercy good mistress Queen. No fault my friend, Madam let's take our bows, And in the standing seek to get a shoot. Come bend our bows, and bring the herd of dere.
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Length
498 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (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)
Oh Captaine Spicing, thy vaine inticing, brought me from my trade, From good candles making, to this paines taking, a rebell to be made, Therefore Ned Spicicing, to quit thy enticing, this must be th hope, By one of thy fellowes, to be led to the Gallowes, to end in a rope. Dudgeon, dost thou he are, looke well to Brocke my mare, driue Dunne and her faire and softly downe the hill, and take héede the thornes teare not the hornes of my Cow hides, as thou goest neere the hedges: ha what saist thou knaue? is the Bulles hide downe? why lay it vp again, what rare I? He meete thee at the stile, and helpe to set all straight. And yet God helpe, its a crooked world, and an vnthriftie, for some that haue nere a shooe, had rather go barefoote, then buy clo-leather to mend the old, when they can buy no new, for they haue time inough to mend all, they sit so long betweene the cup and the wall, well God amend them, God amende them. Let me see by my executor heere, my leather pouch, what I haue taken, what I haue spent, what I haue gained. what I haue lost, & what I haue laid cut: my taking is more thē my spending, for heres store left. I haue spent but a groat, a penie for my two iades, a penie to the poore, a penie pot of ale, and a penie cake for my man and me, a dicker of Cowehides cost mee. Snailes who comes here? mistris Ferries, or mistris what call ye her? Put vp Iohn Hobs, money tempts beauty. Well met good fellow, sawest thou not the hart? My heart? God blesse me from séeing my heart. Thy heart? the déereman, we demaund the decre. Do you demaund whats déere? mary corne and cow hides, Masse a good snig lasse, well like my daughter Nell, I had rather then a bend of leather shee and I might smutch togither. Camst thou not downe the wood? Yes mistris that I did. And sawst thou not the déere imbost? By my hood ye make me laugh, what the dickens is it loue that makes ye prate to me so fondly, by my fathers soule I would I had iobd faces with you. Why how now Hobs, so saucie with the Dutchesse and the Quéene? Much Queene I trow, these be but women, and one of them is like my wench, I would she had her rags, I would giue a load of haire and hornes, and a fat of leather, to match her to some iustice, by the meghollie. Be silent Tanner, and aske pardon of the Queen. And ye be the Queene, I crie ye mercie good mistris Queene. No fault my friend, Madam lets take our bowes, And in the standing seeke to get a shoote. Come bende our bowes, and bring the herde of dre.