Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.71 · 491 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.
he's no Swaggerer (Hostess:) a tame Cheater, he: you may stroke him as gently, as a Puppy Greyhound: he will not swagger with a Barbary Hen, if her feathers turn back in any show of resistance. Call him up (Drawer.) Cheater, call you him? I will bar no honest man my house, nor no Cheater: but I do not love swaggering; I am the worse when one says, swagger: Feel Masters, how I shake: look you, I warrant you. So you do, Hostess. Do I? yea, in very truth do I, if it were an Aspen leaf: I cannot abide Swaggerers. 'Saue you, Sir Iohn. Welcome Ancient Pistol. Here (Pistol) I charge you with a Cup of Sack: do you discharge upon mine Hostess. I will discharge upon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets. She is Pistol-proof (Sir) you shall hardly offend her. Come, I'll drink no Proofs, nor no Bullets: I will drink no more than will do me good, for no man's pleasure, I. Then to you (Mistress Dorothy) I will charge you. Charge me? I scorn you (scurvy Companion) what? you poor, base, rascally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-Mate: away you mouldy Rogue, away; I am meat for your Master. I know you, Mistress Dorothy. Away you Cutpurse Rascal, you filthy Bung, away: By this Wine, I'll thrust my Knife in your mouldy Chaps, if you play the saucy Cuttle with me. Away you Bottle-Ale Rascal, you Basket-hilt stolen juggler, you. Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on your shoulder? much. I will murder your Ruff, for this. No, good Captain Pistol: not here, sweet Captain. Captain? thou abominable damned Cheater, art thou not ashamed to be called Captain? If Captains were of my mind, they would truncheon you out, for taking their Names upon you, before you have earned them. You a Captain? you slave, for what? for tearing a poor Whore's Ruff in a Bawdy-house? He a Captain? hang him Rogue, he lives upon mouldy stew'd-Pruines, and dry'de Cakes. A Captain? These Villains will make the word Captain odious: Therefore Captains had need look to it. Pray thee go down, good Ancient. Hark thee hither, Mistress Dol. Not I: I tell thee what, Corporal Bardolph, I could tear her: I'll be revenged on her. Pray thee go down. I'll see her damned first: to Pluto's damned Lake, to the Infernal Deep, where Erebus and Tortures vild also. Hold Hooke and Line, say I: down: down Dogs, down Fates: have we not Hiren here? Good Captain Peesel be quiet, it is very late: I beseek you now, aggravate your Choler. These be good Humours indeed. Shall Packhorses, and hollow-pampered jades of Asia, which cannot go but thirty miles a day, compare with Caesar, and with Cannibals, and Trojan Greeks? nay, rather damn them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roar: shall we fall foul for Toys? By my troth Captain, these are very bitter words.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 697–720 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 51 in this edition
Length
491 words · 747 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.706 (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)
Hee's no Swaggerer (Hoſteſſe:) a tame Cheater, hee: you may ſtroake him as gently, as a Puppie Greyhound: hee will not ſwagger with a Barbarie Henne, if her feathers turne backe in any ſhew of reſiſtance. Call him vp (Drawer.) Cheater, call you him? I will barre no honeſt man my houſe, nor no Cheater: but I doe not loue ſwaggering; I am the worſe when one ſayes, ſwagger: Feele Maſters, how I ſhake: looke you, I warrant you. So you doe, Hoſteſſe. Doe I? yea, in very truth doe I, if it were an Aſpen Leafe: I cannot abide Swaggerers. 'Saue you, Sir Iohn. Welcome Ancient Piſtol. Here (Piſtol) I charge you with a Cup of Sacke: doe you diſcharge vpon mine Hoſteſſe. I will diſcharge vpon her (Sir Iohn) with two Bullets. She is Piſtoll-proofe (Sir) you ſhall hardly offend her. Come, Ile drinke no Proofes, nor no Bullets: I will drinke no more then will doe me good, for no mans pleaſure, I. Then to you (Miſtris Dorothie) I will charge you. Charge me? I ſcorne you (ſcuruie Companion) what? you poore, baſe, raſcally, cheating, lacke-Linnen-Mate: away you mouldie Rogue, away; I am meat for your Maſter. I know you, Miſtris Dorothie. Away you Cut-purſe Raſcall, you filthy Bung, away: By this Wine, Ile thruſt my Knife in your mouldie Chappes, if you play the ſawcie Cuttle with me. Away you Bottle-Ale Raſcall, you Basket-hilt ſtale Iugler, you. Since when, I pray you, Sir? what, with two Points on your ſhoulder? much. I will murther your Ruffe, for this. No, good Captaine Piſtol: not heere, ſweete Captaine. Captaine? thou abhominable damn'd Cheater, art thou not aſham'd to be call'd Captaine? If Captaines were of my minde, they would trunchion you out, for taking their Names vpon you, before you haue earn'd them. You a Captaine? you ſlaue, for what? for tearing a poore Whores Ruffe in a Bawdy-houſe? Hee a Captaine? hang him Rogue, hee liues vpon mouldie ſtew'd-Pruines, and dry'de Cakes. A Captaine? Theſe Villaines will make the word Captaine odious: Therefore Captaines had neede looke to it. 'Pray thee goe downe, good Ancient. Hearke thee hither, Miſtris Dol. Not I: I tell thee what, Corporall Bardolph, I could teare her: Ile be reueng'd on her. 'Pray thee goe downe. Ile ſee her damn'd firſt: to Pluto's damn'd Lake, to the Infernall Deepe, where Erebus and Tortures vilde alſo. Hold Hooke and Line, ſay I: Downe: downe Dogges, downe Fates: haue wee not Hiren here? Good Captaine Peeſel be quiet, it is very late: I beſeeke you now, aggrauate your Choler. Theſe be good Humors indeede. Shall Pack-Horſes, and hollow-pamper'd Iades of Aſia, which cannot goe but thirtie miles a day, compare with Caeſar, and with Caniballs, and Troian Greekes? nay, rather damne them with King Cerberus, and let the Welkin roare: ſhall wee fall foule for Toyes? By my troth Captaine, theſe are very bitter words.