Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.76 · 489 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.
ay, sir. But, who directed you, thither? That did mine own man, sir. Where is he? Nay, I know not, now; I left him with your clerk: And appointed him, to stay here for me. My dark? about what time, was this? marry, between one and two, as I take it. And, what time came my man with the false message to you, master KITELY? After two, sir. Very good: but, mistress KITELY, how that you were at Cons? ha? An' please you, sir, I'll tell you: my brother, Wellbred, told me, that Cob's house, was a suspected place— So it appears, methinks: but, on. And that my husband used thither, daily. No matter, so he used himself well, mistress. True sir, but you know, what grows, by such haunts, oftentimes. I see, rank fruits of a jealous brain, mistress KITELY: but, did you find your husband there, in that case, as you suspected? I found her there, sir. Did you so? that altars the case. Who gave you knowledge, of your wives being there? marry, that did my brother Wellbred. How? Wellbred first tell her? then tell you, after? where is Wellbred? Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither. Why, this is a mere trick, a device; you are gulled in this most grossly, all! alas, poor wench, wert thou beaten for this? Yes, most pitifully, and 't please you. And worthily, I hope: if it shall prove so. ay, that's like, and a piece of a sentence. How now, sir? what's the matter? Sir, there's a gentleman, i' the court without, desires to speak with your worship. A gentleman? what's he? A soldier, sir, he says. A soldier? take down my armour, my sword, quickly: a soldier speak with me! why, when knaves? come on, come on, hold my cap there, so; give me my gorget, my sword: stand by, I will end your matters, enough— Let the soldier enter, now, sir, what ha'you to say to me? BY your worship's favour— Nay, keep out, sir, I know not your pretence, you send me word, sir, you are a soldier: why, sir, you shall be answered, here, here be them have been amongst soldiers. Sir, your pleasure. Faith, sir, so it is, this gentleman, and myself, have been most uncivilly wronged, and beaten, by one DOWNRIGHT, a course fellow, about the town, here, and for mine own part, I protest, being a man, in no sort, given to this filthy humour of quarreling, he hath assaulted me in the way of my peace; despoiled me of mine honour; disarmed me of my weapons; and rudely, laid me along, in the open streets: when, I not so much as once offered to resist him. O, gods precious! is this the soldier? here, take my armour of quickly, 'twill make him swoon, I fear; he is not fit to look on't, that will put up a blow.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1618–1650 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 49 of 53 in this edition
Length
489 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
I, sir. But, who directed you, thither? That did mine owne man, sir. Where is he? Nay, I know not, now; I left him with your clarke: And appointed him, to stay here for me. My darke? about what time, was this? Mary, betweene one and two, as I take it. And, what time came my man with the false message to you, master KITELY? After two, sir. Very good: but, mistris KITELY, how that you were at Cons? ha? An' please you, sr, Ile tell you: my brother, WEL-BRED, told me, that COBS house, was a suspected place— So it appeares, me thinkes: but, on. And that my husband vs'd thither, daily. No matter, so he vs'd himselfe well, mistris. True sir, but you know, what growes, by such hants, often-times. I see, ranke fruits of a iealous braine, mistris KITELY: but, did you find your husband there, in that case, as you suspected? I found her there, sir. Did you so? that alters the case. Who gaue you knowledge, of your wiues being there? Marie, that did my brother WEL-BRED. How? WEL-BRED first tell her? then tell you, after? where is WEL-BRED? Gone with my sister, sir, I know not whither. Why, this is a meere trick, a deuice; you are gull'd in this most grosly, all! alas, poore wench, wert thou beaten for this? Yes, most pittifully, and 't please you. And worthily, I hope: if it shall proue so. I, that's like, and a piece of a sentence. How now, sir? what's the matter? Sir, there's a gentleman, i' the court without, desires to speake with your worship. A gentleman? what's he? A souldier, sir, he saies. A souldier? take downe my armor, my sword, quickly: a souldier speake with me! why, when knaues? come on, come on, hold my cap there, so; giue me my gorget, my sword: stand by, I will end your matters, anou—Let the souldier enter, now, sir, what ha'you to say to me? BY your worships fauour— Nay, keepe out, sir, I know not your pretence, you send me word, sir, you are a souldier: why, sir, you shall bee answer'd, here, here be them haue beene amongst souldiers. Sir, your pleasure. Faith, sir, so it is, this gentleman, and my selfe, haue beene most vnciuilly wrong'd, and beaten, by one DOWNE-RIGHT, a course fellow, about the towne, here, and for mine owne part, I protest, being a man, in no sort, giuen to this filthie humour of quarrelling, he hath aaulted mee in the way of my peace; dispoil'd mee of mine honor; dis-arm'd mee of my weapons; and rudely, laid me along, in the open streets: when, I not so much as once offer'd to resist him. O, gods precious! is this the souldier? here, take my armour of quickly, 'twill make him swonne, I feare; hee is not it to looke on't, that will put vp a blow.