Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.78 · 503 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.
Body of me! It was so late ere we parted last night, I can scarce open my eyes, yet; I was but new risen, as you came: how passes the day abroad, sir? you can tell. Faith, some half hour to seven: now trust me, you have an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and private! ay, sir: sit down, I pray you. Master MATTHEW (in any case) possess no gentlemen of our acquaintance, with notice of my lodging. Who? I sir? no. Not that I need to care who know it, for the cabin is convenient, but in regard I would not be too popular, and generally visited, as some are. True, Captain, I conceive you. For, do you see, sir, by the heart of valour, in me, (except it be to some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily engaged, as yourself, or so) I could not extend thus far. O Lord, sir, I resolve so. I confess, I love a cleanly and quiet privacy, above all the tumult, and roar of fortune. What new book ha' you there? What! Go by, HIERONYMO! ay, did you ever see it acted? is't not well penned? Well penned? I would feign see all the Poets, of these times, pen such another play as that was! they'll prate and swagger, and keep a stir of art and devices, when (as I am a gentleman) read 'em, they are the most shallow, pitiful, barren fellows, that live upon the face of the earth, again! Indeed, here are a number of fine speeches in this book! O eyes, no eyes, but fountains fraught with tears! There's a conceit! fountains fraught with tears! O life, no life, but lively form of death! Another! O world, no world, but mass of public wrongs! A third! Confused and filled with murder, and misdeeds! A fourth! O, the Muses! Is't not excellent? Is't not simply the best that ever you heard, Captain? Ha? How do you like it? 'Tis good. To thee, the purest object to my sense, The most refined essence heaven covers, Send I these lines, wherein I do commence The happy state of turtle-billing lovers. If they prove rough, unpolished, harsh, and rude, Hast made the vast. Thus, mildly, I conclude. Nay, proceed, proceed. Where's this? This, sir? a toy o' mine own, in my nonage: the infancy of my Muses! But, when will you come and see my study? good faith, I can show you some very good things, I have done of late— That boot becomes your leg, passing well, Captain, methinks! So, so, It's the fashion, gentlemen now use. Troth, Captain, an' now you speak o' the fashion, master WELL-BRED'S elder brother, and I, are fallen out exceedingly: this other day, I happened to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which I assure you, both for fashion, and workmanship, was most peremptory-beautiful, and gentlemanlike! Yet, he condemned, and cried it down, for the most pied, and ridiculous that ever he saw.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 284–306 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 53 in this edition
Length
503 words · 707 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
Body of me! It was so late ere we parted last night, I can scarse open my eyes, yet; I was but new risen, as you came: how passes the day abroad, sir? you can tell. Faith, some halfe houre to seuen: now trust mee, you haue an exceeding fine lodging here, very neat, and priuate! I, sir: sit downe, I pray you. Master MATTHEW (in any case) possesse no gentlemen of our acquaintance, with notice of my lodging. Who? I sir? no. Not that I need to care who know it, for the Cabbin is conuenient, but in regard I would not be too popular, and generally visited, as some are. True, Captaine, I conceiue you. For, doe you see, sir, by the heart of valour, in me, (except it be o some peculiar and choice spirits, to whom I am extraordinarily ingag'd, as your selfe, or so) I could not extend thus farre. O Lord, sir, I resolue so. I confesse, I loue a cleanely and quiet priuacy, aboue all the tumult, and roare of fortune. What new booke ha' you there? What! Goe by, HIERONYMO! I, did you euer see it acted? is't not well pend? Well pend? I would faine see all the Poets, of these times, pen such another play as that was! they'll prate and swagger, and keepe a stir of arte and deuices, when (as I am a gentleman) reade 'hem, they are the most shallow, pittifull, barren fellowes, that liue vpon the face of the earth, againe! Indeed, here are a number of fine speeches in this booke! O eyes, no eyes, but fountaynes fraught with teares! There's a conceit! fountaines fraught with teares! O life, no life, but liuely forme of death! Another! O world, no world, but masse of publique wrongs! A third! Confus'd and sil'd with murder, and misdeeds! A fourth! O, the Muses! Is't not excellent? Is't not simply the best that euer you heard, Captayne? Ha? How doe you like it? 'Tis good. To thee, the purest obiect to my sense, The most refined essence heauen couers, Send I these lines, wherein I doe commence The happy state of turtle-billing louers. If they prone rough, vn-polish't, harsh, and rude, Hast made the vast. Thus, mildly, I conclude. Nay, proceed, proceed. Where's this? This, sir? a toy o' mine owne, in my nonage: the infancy of my Muses! But, when will you come and see my studie? good faith, I can shew you some very good things, I haue done of late—That boot becomes your legge, passing well, Captayne, methinkes! So, so, It's the fashion, gentlemen now vse. Troth, Captayne, an' now you speake o' the fashion, master WELL-RED'S elder brother, and I, are fall'n out exceedingly: this other day, I hapned to enter into some discourse of a hanger, which I assure you, both for fashion, and worke-man-ship, was most peremptory-beautifull, and gentleman-like! Yet, he condemn'd, and cry'd it downe, for the most pyed, and ridiculous that euer he saw.