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 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Stay: thou shalt see the Moor, ere thou goest: what's he, with the half Arms there, that salutes us out of his cloak, like a Motion? ha? O Sir, his doublet's a little decayed; he is otherwise a very simple honest fellow, Sir: one Demetrius, a dresser of Plays about the town, here; we have hired him to abuse Horace, and bring him in, in a Play, with all his Gallants: as, Tibullus, Maecenas, Cornelius Gallus, and the rest. And: why so, Stinkard? O, it will get us a huge deal of money (Captain) and we have need on't; for this Winter has made us all poorer, than so many starved Snakes: No body comes at us; not a Gentleman, nor a— But, you know nothing by him; do you, to make a Play of? Faith, not much, Captain: but our Author will devise enough: Why, my Parnassus, here, shall help him, if thou wilt: Can thy Author do it impudently enough? O, I warrant you, Captain: and spitefully enough too; he has one of the most overflowing villainous wits, in Rome. He will slander any man that breathes; If he disgust him. I'll know the poor, egregious, nitty Rascal, and he have such commendable Qualities, I'll cherish him: stay; here comes the Tartar; I'll make a gathering for him; I: a Purse, and put the poor slave in fresh rags; tell him so, to comfort him: well said Boy. Where art thou Boy? where is Calipolis? Fight earth quakes, in the entrails of the earth, And Eastern whirlwinds in the hellish shades: Some foul contagion of th'infected heavens Blast all the trees; and in their cursed tops The dismal night-raven and tragic Owl Breed, and become forerunners of my fall. Well, now far thee well, my honest Penny-biter: Commend me to seven Shares and a half: and remember to morrow: if you lack a service, you shall play in my name, Rascals; but you shall buy your own cloth: and I'll ha' two shares for my Countenance: let thy Author stay with me. Yes, Sir. 'Twas well done little Minos: thou didst stalk well: for-give me that I said thou stunkst, Minos: 'twas the savour of a Poet, I met sweeting in the street, hangs yet in my nostrils: Who? Horace? I; he, dost thou know him? O, he forsook me most barbarously, I protest. Hang him fusty Satire; he smells all Goat; he carries a Ram, under his Armholes, the slave: I am the worse when I see him. Did not Minos impart? Yes, here's twenty Drachmas, he did convey. Well said, keep 'em, we'll share anon; come little Minos. Faith Captain, I'll be bold to show you a Mistress of mine, a jewellers Wife, a Gallant, as we go along. There spoke my Genius. Minos, some of thy Eringoes, little Minos; send: come hither Parnassus. I must ha' thee familiar with my little Locust, here; 'tis a good Vermin they say.
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Length
494 words · 742 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)
Stay: thou ſhalt ſee the Moore, ere thou goeſt: what's he, with the halfe Armes there, that ſalutes vs out of his cloake, like a Motion? ha? O Sir, his dubblet's a little decayed; he is otherwiſe a very ſimple honeſt fellow, Sir: one Demetrius, a dreſſer of Playes about the towne, here; we haue hir'd him to abuſe Horace, and bring him in, in a Play, with all his Gallants: as, Tibullus, Mecoenas, Cornelius Gallus, and the reſt. And: why ſo, Stinkard? O, it will get vs a huge deale of money (Captaine) and we haue neede on't; for this Winter ha's made vs all poorer, then ſo many ſtaru'd Snakes: No body comes at vs; not a Gentleman, nor a— But, you know nothing by him; doe you, to make a Play of? Faith, not much, Captaine: but our Author will deuiſe inough: Why, my Parnaſſus, here, ſhall helpe him, if thou wilt: Can thy Author doe it impudently enough? O, I warrant you, Captaine: and ſpitefully inough too; he ha's one of the moſt ouerflowing villanous wits, in Rome. He will ſlander any man that breathes; If he diſguſt him. I'le know the poore, egregious, nitty Raſcall, and he haue ſuch commendable Qualities, I'le cheriſh him: ſtay; here comes the Tartar; I'le make a gathering for him; I: a Purſe, and put the poore ſlaue in freſh ragges; tell him ſo, to comfort him: well ſaid Boy. Where art thou Boy? where is Calipolis? Fight earth quakes, in the entrailes of the earth, And Easterne whirle-windes in the helliſh ſhades: Some foule contagion of th'infected heauens Blast all the trees; and in their curſed tops The diſmall night-rauen and tragicke Owle Breed, and become fore-runners of my fall. Well, now fare thee well, my honeſt Penny-biter: Commend me to ſeuen Shares and a halfe: and remember to morrow: if you lacke a ſeruice, you ſhall play in my name, Raſcalls; but you ſhall buy your owne cloth: and I'le ha' two ſhares for my Countenance: let thy Author ſtay with me. Yes, Sir. 'Twas well done little Minos: thou didſt ſtalke well: for-giue me that I ſaid thou ſtunkſt, Minos: 'twas the ſauour of a Poet, I met ſweating in the ſtreete, hanges yet in my noſtrills: Who? Horace? I; he, do'ſt thou know him? O, he forſooke me moſt barbarouſly, I proteſt. Hang him fuſty Satyre; he ſmells all Goate; he carries a Ram, vnder his Arme-holes, the ſlaue: I am the worſe when I ſee him. Did not Minos impart? Yes, here's twenty Drachmes, he did conuey. Well ſaid, keepe 'hem, weell ſhare anon; come little Minos. Faith Captaine, I'le be bould to ſhew you a Miſtres of mine, a Iewellers Wife, a Gallant, as we goe along. There ſpoke my Genius. Minos, ſome of thy Eringoes, little Minos; ſend: come hither Parnaſſus. I muſt ha thee familiar with my little Locuſt, here; tis a good Vermine they ſay.