Jonson, Ben · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) · Blackfriars T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.79 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Go to then, raise; recover; do; suffer him not to droop, in prospect of a Player, a Rogue, a Stager: put twenty into his hand; twenty; Drachmas, I mean, and let no body see: go, do it; the work shall commend itself: be Minos: I'll pay. Yes forsooth, Captain. Do not we serve a notable Shark? And what new Plays have you now a foot, sirrah? ha? I would feign come with my Cockatrice one day, and see a Play; if I knew when there were a good bawdy one: but they say, you ha' nothing but Humours, Revels, and satires, that gird, and fart at the time, you slave. No, I assure you Captain, not we. They are on the other side of Tiber: we have as much Ribaldry in our Plays, as can be, as you would wish, Captain: All the sinners, i'the Suburbs, come, and applaud our Action, daily. I hear, you'll bring me o' the Stage there; you'll play me, they say: I shall be presented by a sort of Copper-laced Scoundrels of you: Death of Pluto, and you Stage me, Stinkard; your Mansions shall sweat for't, your Tabernacles, Varlet: your Globes: and your Triumphs. Not we, by Phoebus, Captain: do not do us imputation without desert. I woe not, my good two penny Rascal: reach me thy neufe. Dost hear? What wilt thou give me a week, for my brace of Beagles, here, my little Point-trussers? you shall ha'them Act among ye. Sirrah, you, pronounce. Thou shalt hear him speak, in King Darius doleful strain. O doleful days! O direful deadly dump! O wicked world! and worldly wickedness! How can I hold my fist from crying thump, In rue of this right rascal wretchedness! In an amorous vain now, sirrah; peace. O, she is wilder, and more hard, withal, Then Beast or Bird, or Tree, or stony wall. Yet might she love me, to uprear her state: I, but perhaps, she hopes some nobler Mate. Yet might she love me, to content her Sire: I, but her reason masters her desire. Yet might she love me as her beauty's thrall: I, but I fear, she cannot love at all. Now the horrible fierce Soldier, you Sirrah. What? will I brave thee? I, and beard thee too. A Roman spirit scorns to bear a brain, So full of base Pusillanimity. Histrio, Excellent. Nay, thou shall see that, shall ravish thee anon: prick up thine ears, Stinkard: the Ghost, Boys. Vindicta. Timoria. Vindicta. Timoria. Veni. Veni. Now, thunder, sirrah, you, the rumbling Player. I, but some body must cry murder, then, in a small voice. Your fellow Sharer, there shall do't; Cry Sirrah, cry. Murder, murder. Who calls out murder? Lady, was it you? Histrio. O admirable good, I protest. Sirrah, Boy, brace your drum a little straighter, and do the other fellow there, he in the— what sha' call him— and yet, stay too.
nodes 792–831 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 50 in this edition
Length
488 words · 757 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Goe to then, raiſe; recouer; do; ſuffer him not to droop, in proſpect of a Player, a Rogue, a Stager: put twentie into his hand; twentie; Drachmes, I meane, and let no bodie ſee: goe, doe it; the worke ſhall commend it ſelfe: be Minos: I'le pay. Yes forſooth, Captaine. Doe not wee ſerue a notable Sharke? And what newe Playes haue you now a foote, ſirrah? ha? I would faine come with my Cockatrice one day, and ſee a Play; if I knewe when there were a good baudie one: but they ſay, you ha' nothing but Humours, Reuels, and Satyres, that girde, and fart at the time, you ſlaue. No, I aſſure you Captaine, not wee. They are on the other ſide of Tyber: wee haue as much Ribaldry in our Plaies, as can bee, as you would wiſh, Captaine: All the ſinners, i'the Suburbes, come, and applaud our Action, daily. I heare, you'll bring mee o' the Stage there; you'll play mee, they ſay: I ſhall bee preſented by a ſorte of Copper-lac't Scoundrels of you: Death of Pluto, and you Stage mee, Stinkard; your Manſions ſhall ſweate for't, your Tabernacles, Varlettes: your Globes: and your Tryumphes. Not wee, by Phoebus, Captaine: doe not doe vs imputation without deſert. I woo not, my good two pennie Raſcall: reach me thy neufe. Do'ſt heare? What wilt thou giue me a weeke, for my brace of Beagles, here, my little Point-truſſers? you ſhall ha'them Act among yee. Sirrah, you, pronounce. Thou ſhalt heare him ſpeake, in King Darius dolefull ſtraine. O dolefull daies! O direfull deadly dumpe! O wicked world! and worldly wickedneſſe! How can I hold my fist from crying thumpe, In rue of this right raſcall wretchedneſſe! In an amorous vaine now, ſirrah; peace. O, ſhe is wilder, and more hard, withall, Then Beaſt or Birde, or Tree, or stonie wall. Yet might ſhe loue mee, to vpreare her state: I, but perhaps, ſhee hopes ſome nobler Mate. Yet might ſhe loue me, to content her Sire: I, but her reaſon maſters her deſire. Yet might ſhe loue me as her beauties thrall: I, but I feare, ſhe cannot loue at all. Now the orrible fierce Souldier, you Sirrah. What? will I braue thee? I, and beard thee too. A Romane spirit ſcornes to beare a braine, So full of baſe Puſillanimitie. Hiſtrio, Excellent. Nay, thou ſhall ſee that, ſhall rauiſh thee anon: prick vp thine eares, Stinkard: the Ghoſt, Boyes. Vindicta. Timoria. Vindicta. Timoria. Veni. Veni. Now, thunder, ſirrah, you, the rumbling Player. I, but ſome bodie muſt cry murder, then, in a ſmall voice. Your fellowe Sharer, there ſhall do't; Cry Sirrah, cry. Murder, murder. Who cals out murder? Ladie, was it you? Histrio. O admirable good, I proteſt. Sirrah, Boy, brace your drumme a little ſtraighter, and doe the t'other fellowe there, hee in the— what ſha' call him— and yet, ſtay too.