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 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Troth, 'tis like enough. This Act of Propertius relisheth very strange, with me. By thy leave, my neat Scoundrel: what, is this the mad Boy you talked on? I: this is Master Albius, Captain. Give me thy hand, Agamemnon; we hear abroad, thou art the Hector of Citizens: what sayest thou? are we welcome to thee, noble Pyrrhus? Welcome, Captain? by Ioue and all the Gods i'the Capitol. No more, we conceive thee. Which of these is thy Wedlock, Menelaus? thy Helen? thy Lucrece? that we may do her honour; mad Bay? She i'the little velvet Cap, Sir; is my Mistress. For fault of a better, Sir. A better, profane Rascal? I cry thee mercy (my good Scroil) was't thou? No harm, Captain. She is a Venus, a Vesta, a Melpomene: Come hither Penelope; what's thy name, Iris? My name is Chloë, Sir; I am a Gentlewoman. Thou art in merit to be an Empress (Chloë) for an Eye, and a Lip; thou hast an Emperor's Nose: kiss me again: 'tis a virtuous Punk, So. Before Ioue, the Gods were a sort of goslings, when they suffered so sweet a breath, to perfume the bed of a stinkard: thou hadst ill fortune, Thisbe; the Fates were infatuate; they were, Punk; they were. That's sure, Sir; let me crave your Name, I pray you, Sir. I am known by the Name of Captain Tucca, Punqve: the noble Roman, Punqve: a Gentleman, and a Commander, Punk. In good time: a Gentleman, and a Commander? that's as good as a Poet? A pretty instrument: It's my cozen Cytheris Viol, this: is't not? Nay, play cozen; it wants but such a voice, and hand, to grace it, as yours is. Alas cozen, you are merrily inspired. Pray you play, if you love me. Yes cousin: you know, I do not hate you. A most subtle wench! How she hath baited him with a Viol yonder, for a song! Cousin, 'pray you call Mistress Chloë; she shall hear an Essay of my Poetry. I'll call her. Come hither Cockatrice: here's one, will set thee up, my sweet Punk; set thee up. Are you a Peewit, so soon, Sir? Wife: mum. LOVE is blind, and a want on; In the whole world, there is scanty none such another: No, not his Mother. He hath plucked her Doves, and Sparrows, To feather his sharp Arrows, And alone prevaileth, Whilst sick Venus waileth. But if Cypris once recover The wag; it shall behove her To look better to him: Or she will undo him. O, most odoriferous Music! A, ha; Stinkard. Another Orpheus, you slave, another Orpheus; an Arion, riding on the back of a Dolphin, Rascal. Have you a Copy of this Ditty, Sir? Master Albius has. I, but in truth, they are my wives Verses; I must not show 'hem. Show 'em Bankrupt, show 'em; they have salt in 'em, and will brook the air, Stinkard. How? to his bright mistress, Canidia?
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496 words · 787 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Troth, 'tis like enough. This Act of Propertius reliſheth very ſtrange, with me. By thy leaue, my neat Scoundrell: what, is this the mad Boy you talk't on? I: this is Maſter Albius, Captaine. Giue me thy hand, Agamemnon; we heare abroad, thou art the Hector of Citizens: what ſayeſt thou? are we welcome to thee, noble Pyrrhus? Welcome, Captaine? by Ioue and all the Gods i'the Capitoll. No more, we conceaue thee. Which of theſe is thy Wedlocke, Menelaus? thy Hellen? thy Lucrece? that we may doe her honor; mad Bay? She i'the little veluet Cap, Sir; is my Miſtres. For fault of a better, Sir. A better, prophane Raſcall? I cry thee mercy (my good Scroile) was't thou? No harme, Captaine. Shee is a Venus, a Vesta, a Melpomene: Come hither Penelope; what's thy name, Iris? My name is Chloë, Sir; I am a Gentlewoman. Thou art in merit to be an Empreſſe (Chloë) for an Eye, and a Lip; thou haſt an Emperors Noſe: kiſſe me againe: 'tis a vertuous Punque, So. Before Ioue, the Gods were a ſort of Goſlinges, when they ſuffred ſo ſweete a breath, to perfume the bed of a ſtinkard: thou hadſt ill fortune, Thisbe; the Fates were infatuate; they were, Punque; they were. That's ſure, Sir; let me craue your Name, I pray you, Sir. I am know'n by the Name of Captaine Tucca, Punque: the noble Romane, Punque: a Gent'man, and a Commaunder, Punque. In good time: a Gentleman, and a Commaunder? that's as good as a Poet? A prety inſtrument: It's my Coſen Cytheris Viole, this: iſt not? Nay, play Coſen; it wants but ſuch a voice, and hand, to grace it, as yours is. Alas Coſen, you are merily inſpir'd. 'Pray you play, if you loue me. Yes coſin: you knowe, I doe not hate you. A moſt ſubtil wench! How ſhe hath bayted him with a Viole yonder, for a ſonge! Coſin, 'pray you call Miſtreſſe Chloë; ſhe ſhall heare an Eſſay of my Poetry. I'le call her. Come hither Cocatrice: here's one, will ſet thee vp, my ſweet Punque; ſet thee vp. Are you a Puet, ſo ſoone, Sir? Wife: mum. LOVE is blinde, and a want on; In the whole worlde, there is ſcant one ſuch another: No, not his Mother. He hath pluckt her Doues, and Sparrowes, To fether his ſharpe Arrowes, And alone preuaileth, Whilst ſicke Venus waileth. But if Cypris once recouer The wag; it ſhall behoue her To looke better to him: Or ſhe will vndoe him. O, moſt odoriferous Muſicke! A, ha; Stinkard. Another Orpheus, you ſlaue, another Orpheus; an Arion, riding on the backe of a Dolphin, Raſcall. Haue you a Copie of this Dittie, Sir? Maſter Albius ha's. I, but in trueth, they are my Wiues Verſes; I muſt not ſhewe 'hem. Shewe 'hem Bankerupt, ſhew 'hem; they haue ſalt in 'hem, and will brooke the ayre, Stinkard. How? to his bright miſtreſſe, Canidia?