Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.83 · 494 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.
Prate again, as you like this, you whoreson foist, you. You'll control the point, you? Your consort is gone? had he stayed, he had shared with you, sir. Well, gentlemen, bear witness, I was bound to the peace, by this good day. No faith, it's an ill day, Captain, never reckon it other: but, say you were bound to the peace, the law allows you, to defend yourself: that'll prove but a poor excuse. I cannot tell, sir. I desire good construction, in fair sort. I never sustained the like disgrace (by heaven) sure I was struck with a planet thence, for I had no power to touch my weapon. ay, like enough, I have heard of many that have been beaten under a planet: go, get you to a surgeon. 'Slid, an' these be your tricks, your passadas, and your mountantoes, I'll none of them. O, manners! that this age should bring forth such creatures! that Nature should be at leisure to make 'em! Come, coz. Mass, I'll ha' this cloak. God's will, 'tis Downright's. Nay, it's mine now, another might have ta'en up, as well as I: I'll wear it, so I will. How, an' he see it? he'll challenge it, assure yourself. ay, but he shall not ha' it; I'll say, I bought it. Take heed, you buy it not, too dear, coz. NOw, trust me brother, you were much to blame, T'incense his anger, and disturb the peace, Of my poor house, where there are sentinels, That every minute watch, to give alarms, Of civil war, without adjection Of your assistance, or occasion. No harm done, brother, I warrant you: since there is no harm done. Anger costs a man nothing: and a tall man is never his own man, till he be angry. To keep his valour in obscurity, is to keep himself, as it were, in a cloak-bag. What's a musitian, unless he play? what's a tall man, unless he fight? For, indeed, all this, my wise brother stands upon, absolutely: and, that made me fall in with him, so resolutely. ay, but what harm might have come of it, brother? Might, sister? so, might the good warm clothes, your husband wears, be poisoned, for any thing he knows: or the wholesome wine he drunk, even now, at the table— Now, god forbid: O me. Now, I remember, My wife drunk to me, last; and changed the cup: And bade me wear this cursed suit today. See, if heaven suffer murder undiscovered! I feel me ill; give me some mithridate, Some mithridate and oil, good sister, fetch me; O, I am sick at heart! I burn, I burn. If you will save my life, go, fetch it me. O, strange humour! my very breath has poisoned him. Good brother, be content, what do you mean? The strength of these extreme conceits, will kill you. Beshrew your heart-blood, brother WELL-BRED, now; for putting such a toy into his head.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1359–1390 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 53 in this edition
Length
494 words · 708 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (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)
Prate againe, as you like this, you whoreson foist, you. You'le controll the point, you? Your consort is gone? had he staid, he had shar'd with you, sir. Well, gentlemen, beare witnesse, I was bound to the peace, by this good day. No faith, it's an ill day, Captaine, neuer reckon it other: but, say you were bound to the peace, the law allowes you, to defend your selfe: that'll proue but a poore excuse. I cannot tell, sir. I desire good construction, in faire sort. I neuer sustain'd the like disgrace (by heauen) sure I was strooke with a plannet thence, for I had no power to touch my weapon. I, like inough, I haue heard of many that haue beene beaten vnder a plannet: goe, get you to a surgean. 'Slid, an' these be your tricks, your passada's, and your mountanto's, Ile none of them. O, manners! that this age should bring forth such creatures! that Nature should bee at leisure to make hem! Come, cousse. Masse, Ile ha' this cloke. Gods will, 'tis DOWNE-RIGHT'S. Nay, it's mine now, another might haue tane vp, aswell as I: Ile weare it, so I will. How, an' he see it? hee'll challenge it, assure your selfe. I, but he shall not ha' it; Ile say, I bought it. Take heed, you buy it not, too deare, cousse. NOw, trust me brother, you were much to blame, T'incense his anger, and disturbe the peace, Of my poore house, where there are sentinells, That euery minute watch, to giue alarmes, Of ciuill warre, without adiection Of your assistance, or occasion. No harme done, brother, I warrant you: since there is no harme done. Anger costs a man nothing: and a tall man is neuer his owne man, till he be angrie. To keepe his valure in obscuritie, is to keepe himselfe, as it were, in a cloke-bag. What's a musitian, vnlesse he play? what's a tall man, vnlesse he fight? For, indeed, all this, my wise brother stands vpon, absolutely: and, that made me fall in with him, so resolutely. I, but what harme might haue come of it, brother? Might, sister? so, might the good warme clothes, your husband weares, be poyson'd, for any thing he knowes: or the wholesome wine he drunke, euen now, at the table— Now, god forbid: O me. Now, I remember, My wife drunke to me, last; and chang'd the cup: And bade me weare this cursed sute to day. See, if heau'n suffer murder vndiscour'd! I feele me ill; giue me some mithridate, Some mithridate and oile, good sister, fetch me; O, I am sicke at heart! I burne, I burne. If you will saue my life, goe, fetch it me. O, strange humour! my verie breath ha's poyson'd him. Good brother, be content, what doe you meane? The strength of these extreme conceits, will kill you. Beshrew your heart-bloud, brother WELL-BRED, now; for putting such a toy into his head.