Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.80 · 477 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
God's will, and his pleasure, Captain, I beseech you now, come apace to the King: there is more good toward you peradventure, then is in your knowledge to dream of. Sir, know you this Glove? Know the Glove? I know the Glove is a Glove. I know this, and thus I challenge it. 'sblodd, an arrant Traitor as any's in the Universal World, or in France, or in England. How now Sir? you Villain. Do you think I'll be forsworn? Stand away Captain Gower, I will give Treason his payment into ploughs, I warrant you. I am no Traitor. That's a Lie in thy Throat. I charge you in his Majesty's Name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke Alansons. How now, how now, what's the matter? My Lord of Warwick, here is, praised be God for it, a most contagious Treason come to light, look you, as you shall desire in a Summer's day. here is his Majesty. How now, what's the matter? My Liege, here is a Villain, and a Traitor, that look your Grace, has strooke the Glove which your Majesty is take out of the Helmet of Alencon. My Liege, this was my Glove, here is the fellow of it: and he that I gave it to in change, promised to wear it in his Cap: I promised to strike him, if he did: I met this man with my Glove in his Cap, and I have been as good as my word. Your Majesty hear now, saving your Majesty's Manhood, what an arrant rascally, beggarly, lousy Knave it is: I hope your Majesty is pear me testimony and witness, and will avouchment, that this is the Glove of Alencon, that your Majesty is give me, in your Conscience now. Give me thy Glove Soldier; Look, here is the fellow of it: 'Twas I indeed thou promisedest to strike, And thou hast given me most bitter terms. And please your Majesty, let his Neck answer for it, if there is any marshal Law in the World. How canst thou make me satisfaction? All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: never came any from mine, that might offend your Majesty. It was ourself thou didst abuse. Your Majesty came not like yourself: you appeared to me but as a common man; witness the Night, your Garments, your Lowliness: and what your Highness suffered under that shape, I beseech you take it for your own fault, and not mine: for had you been as I took you for, I made no offence; therefore I beseech your Highness pardon me. Here Uncle Exeter, fill this Glove with Crowns, And give it to this fellow. Keep it fellow, And wear it for an Honour in thy Cap, Till I do challenge it. Give him the Crowns: And Captain, you must needs be friends with him.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1952–1981 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 51 in this edition
Length
477 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
Gods will, and his pleaſure, Captaine, I beſeech you now, come apace to the King: there is more good toward you peraduenture, then is in your knowledge to dreame of. Sir, know you this Gloue? Know the Gloue? I know the Gloue is a Gloue. I know this, and thus I challenge it. 'Sbld, an arrant Traytor as anyes in the Vniuerſall World, or in France, or in England. How now Sir? you Villaine. Doe you thinke Ile be forſworne? Stand away Captaine Gower, I will giue Treaſon his payment into plowes, I warrant you. I am no Traytor. That's a Lye in thy Throat. I charge you in his Maieſties Name apprehend him, he's a friend of the Duke Alanſons. How now, how now, what's the matter? My Lord of Warwick, heere is, prayſed be God for it, a moſt contagious Treaſon come to light, looke you, as you ſhall deſire in a Summers day. Heere is his Maieſtie. How now, what's the matter? My Liege, heere is a Villaine, and a Traytor, that looke your Grace, ha's ſtrooke the Gloue which your Maieſtie is take out of the Helmet of Alanſon. My Liege, this was my Gloue, here is the fellow of it: and he that I gaue it to in change, promis'd to weare it in his Cappe: I promis'd to ſtrike him, if he did: I met this man with my Gloue in his Cappe, and I haue been as good as my word. Your Maieſtie heare now, ſauing your Maieſties Manhood, what an arrant raſcally, beggerly, lowſie Knaue it is: I hope your Maieſtie is peare me teſtimonie and witneſſe, and will auouchment, that this is the Gloue of Alanſon, that your Maieſtie is giue me, in your Conſcience now. Giue me thy Gloue Souldier; Looke, heere is the fellow of it: 'Twas I indeed thou promiſed'ſt to ſtrike, And thou haſt giuen me moſt bitter termes. And pleaſe your Maieſtie, let his Neck anſwere for it, if there is any Marſhall Law in the World. How canſt thou make me ſatisfaction? All offences, my Lord, come from the heart: neuer came any from mine, that might offend your Maieſtie. It was our ſelfe thou didſt abuſe. Your Maieſtie came not like your ſelfe: you appear'd to me but as a common man; witneſſe the Night, your Garments, your Lowlineſſe: and what your Highneſſe ſuffer'd vnder that ſhape, I beſeech you take it for your owne faut, and not mine: for had you beene as I tooke you for, I made no offence; therefore I beſeech your Highneſſe pardon me. Here Vnckle Exeter, fill this Gloue with Crownes, And giue it to this fellow. Keepe it fellow, And weare it for an Honor in thy Cappe, Till I doe challenge it. Giue him the Crownes: And Captaine, you muſt needs be friends with him.