Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.86 · 500 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.
Here, noble leader, you'll do no harm with it: I'll trust you. Do you hear, you, goodman slave? hook, ram, rogue, catchpole, lose the gent'man, or by my velvet arms— What will you do, sir? Kiss thy hand, my honourable active varlet: and embrace thee, thus. O patient metamorphosis! My sword, my tall rascal. Nay, soft, sir: Some wiser than some. What? and a wit to! By PLUTO, thou must be cherished, slave; here's three drachmas for thee: hold. There's half his lendings gone. Give me. No, sir, your first word shall stand: I'll hold all. Nay, but, rogue— You would make a rescue of our prisoner, sir, you? ay, a rescue? away inhuman varlet. Come, come, I never relish above one jest at most; do not disgust me: Sirrah, do not. Rogue, I tell thee, rogue, do not. How, sir? rogue? ay, why! thou art not angry, rascal? art thou? I cannot tell, sir, I am little better, upon these terms. Ha! gods, and fiends! why, dost hear? rogue, thou, give me thy hand; I say unto thee, thy hand: rogue. What? dost not thou know me? not me, rogue? not Captain TUCCA, rogue? Come: pray surrender the gentleman his sword, officer; we'll have no fighting here. What's thy name? MINOS, an't please you. MINOS? come, hither, MINOS; Thou art a wise fellow, it seems: Let me talk with thee. Was ever wretch so wretched, as unfortunate I? Thou art one of the centum-viri, old boy, art' not? No, indeed, master Captain. Go to, thou shalt be, then: I'll ha' thee one, MINOS. Take my sword from those rascals, dost thou see? go, do it: I cannot attempt with patience. What does this gentleman owe thee, little MINOS? fourscore sesterties, sir. What? no more? Come, thou shalt release him, MINOS: what, I'll be his bail, thou shalt take my word, old boy, and cashier these furies: thou shalt do't, I say, thou shalt, little MINOS, thou shalt. Yes, and as I am a gentleman, and a reveller, I'll make a piece of poetry, and absolve all, within these five days. Come, MINOS is not to learn how to use a gent'man of quality, I know; My sword: If he pay thee not, I will, and I must, old boy. Thou shalt be my pothecary too: hast good eringoes, MINOS? The best in Rome, sir. Go too then— Vermin, know the house. I warrant you, Colonel. For this gentleman, MINOS? I'll take your word, Captain. Thou hast it, my sword— Yes, sir: but you must discharge the arrest, Master CRISPINUS. How, MINOS? look in the gentleman's face, and but read his silence. Pay, pay; 'tis honour, MINOS. By JOVE, sweet Captain, you do most infinitely endear, and oblige me to you. Tut, I cannot compliment, by MARS: but JUPITER love me, as I love good words, and good clothes, and there's an end. Thou shalt give my boy that girdle, and hangers, when thou hast worn them a little more—
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 755–794 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 57 in this edition
Length
500 words · 781 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.864 (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)
Here, noble leader, youle doe no harme with it: I'le trust you. Doe you heare, you, good-man slaue? hooke, ramme, rogue, catch-pole, lose the gent'man, or by my veluet armes— What will you doe, sir? Kisse thy hand, my honourable actiue varlet: and imbrace thee, thus. O patient metamorphosis! My sword, my tall rascall. Nay, soft, sir: Some wiser then some. What? and a wit to! By PLVTO, thou must bee cherish'd, slaue; here's three drachmes for thee: hold. There's halfe his lendings gone. Giue mee. No, sir, your first word shall stand: I'le hold all. Nay, but, rogue— You would make a rescue of our prisoner, sir, you? I, a rescue? away inhumane varlet. Come, come, I neuer rellish aboue one iest at most; doe not disgust me: Sirra, doe not. Rogue, I tell thee, rogue, doe not. How, sir? rogue? I, why! thou art not angrie, rascall? art thou? I cannot tell, sir, I am little better, vpon these termes. Ha! gods, and fiends! why, do'st heare? rogue, thou, giue me thy hand; I say vnto thee, thy hand: rogue. What? do'st not thou know me? not me, rogue? not Captaine TVCCA, rogue? Come: pra' surrender the gentleman his sword, officer; we'll haue no fighting here. What's thy name? MINOS, an't please you. MINOS? come, hither, MINOS; Thou art a wise fellow, it seemes: Let me talke with thee. Was euer wretch so wretched, as vnfortunate I? Thou art one of the centum-viri, old boy, art' not? No, indeed, master Captaine. Goe to, thou shalt be, then: I'le ha' thee one, MINOS. Take my sword from those rascals, do'st thou see? goe, doe it: I cannot attempt with patience. What does this gentleman owe thee, little MINOS? Fourescore sesterties, sir. What? no more? Come, thou shalt release him, MINOS: what, I'le bee his baile, thou shalt take my word, old boy, and casheere these furies: thou shalt do't, I say, thou shalt, little MINOS, thou shalt. Yes, and as I am a gentleman, and a reueller, I'le make a peece of poetrie, and absolue all, within these fiue daies. Come, MINOS is not to learne how to vse a gent'man of qualitie, I know; My sword: If hee pay thee not, I will, and I must, old boy. Thou shalt bee my pothecary too: ha'st good eringo's, MINOS? The best in Rome, sir. Goe too then— Vermine, know the house. I warrant you, Collonell. For this gentleman, MINOS? I'le take your word, Captaine. Thou hast it, my sword— Yes, sir: but you must discharge the arrest, Master CRISPINVS. How, MINOS? looke in the gentlemans face, and but reade his silence. Pay, pay; 'tis honour, MINOS. By IOVE, sweet Captaine, you doe most infinitely endeare, and oblige me to you. Tut, I cannot complement, by MARS: but IVPITER loue me, as I loue good wordes, and good clothes, and there's an end. Thou shalt giue my boy that girdle, and hangers, when thou hast worne them a little more—