Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 9 of 44
Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.77 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Art thou there goats pizzle; no godamercy Cain I am for no whiffs I, come hither sheepskin-weavers s'foot thou look'st as though thouadst begged out of a jail: draw, I mean not thy face (for 'tis not worth drawing) but draw near: this way, march, follow your commander you scoundrel: So, thou must run of an errand for me Mephistopheles. To do you pleasure Captain I will, but whether To hell, thou know'st the way, to hell my fire and brimstone, to hell; dost stare my Sarsent-head at Newgate? dost gloat? I'll march through thy dunkirkes guts, for shooting jests at me. Dear Captain but one word. Out bench-whistler out, i'll not take thy word for a dagger Pie: you brown-bread-mouth stinker, i'll teach thee to turn me into Banks his horse, and to tell gentlemen I am a juggler, and can show tricks. Captain Tucca, but halfe a word in your ear. No you starved rascal, thou'lt bite off mine ears then, you must have three or four suits of names, when like a lousy Pediculous vermin thoust but one suit to thy back: you must be called Asper, and Criticus, and Horace, thy title's longer a reading then the Style a the big Turks: Asper, Criticus, Quintus, Horatius, Flaccus. Captain I know upon what even bases I stand, and therefore— Bases? would the rogue were but ready for me. Nay prithee dear Tucca, come you shall shake— Not hands with great Hunkes there, not hands, but I'll shake the gull-groper out of his tanned skin. For our sake Captain, nay prithee hold. Thou wrong'st here a good honest rascal Crispinus, and a poor varlet Demetrius Fanninus (brethren in thine own trade of Poetry) thou sayst Crispinus' Satin doublet is Revealed out here, and that this penurious sneaker is out at elbows, go two my good full mouthed bandog, I'll ha' thee friends with both. With all my heart captain Tucca, and with you too, I'll lay my hands under your feet, to keep them from aching. Can you have any more? sayst thou me so, old Coal come? do't than; yet 'tis no matter neither, I'll have thee in league first with these two roly-polies: they shall be thy Damon's and thou their Pythias; Crispinus shall give thee an old cast Satin suit, and Demetrius shall write thee a Scene or two, in one of thy strong garlic Comedies; and thou shalt take the guilt of conscience for't, and swear 'tis thine own old lad, 'tis thine own: thou never yet fellst into the hands of satin, didst? Never Captain I thank God. Go too, thou shalt now King Gorboduc, thou shalt, because I'll ha' thee damned, I'll ha' thee all in Satin: Asper, Criticus, Quintus, Horatius, Flaccus, Crispinus shall do't, thou shalt do't, heir apparent of Helicon, thou shalt do't. Mine Ingle wear an old cast Satin suit?
Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 444 · TCP A20081 · DEEP 344
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 278–296 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 44 in this edition
Length
481 words · 743 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (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)
Art thou there goates pizzel; no godaercy Caine I am for no whiffs I, come hether sheep-skin-weauers foote thou lookst as though th'adst beg'd out of a Iayle: drawe, I meane not thy face (for tis not worth drawing) but drawe neere: this way, martch, follow your commaunder you scoundrell: So, thou must run of an errand for mee Mephostophiles. To doe you pleasure Captayne I will, but whether To hell, thou knowst the way, to hell my fire and brimstone, to hell; dost stare my Saren-head at Newgate? dost glate? Ile march through thy gus, for shooting iestes at me. Deare Captaine but one word. Out bench-whistler out, ile not take thy word for a dagger Pye: you browne-bread-mouth stinker, ile teach thee to turne me into Bankes his horse, and to tell gentlemen I am a Iugler, and can shew trickes. Captaine Tucca, but halfe a word in your eare. No you staru'd rascal, thou't bite off mine eares then, you must haue three or foure suites of names, when like a lowsie Pediculous vermin th'ast but one suite to thy backe: you must be call'd Asper, and Criticus, and Horace, thy tytle's longer a reading then the Stile a the big Turkes: Asper, Criticus, Quintus, Horatius, Flacus. Captaine I know vpon what euen bases I stand, and therefore— Bases? wud the roague were but ready for me. Nay prethee deare Tucca, come you shall shake— Not hands with great Hunkes there, not hands, but Ile shake the gull-groper out of his tan'd skinne. For our sake Captaine, nay prethee holde. Thou wrongst heere a good honest rascall Crispinus, and a poore varlet Demetrius Fanninus (bretheren in thine owne trade of Poetry) thou sayst Crispinus Sattin dublet is Reauel'd out heere, and that this penurious sneaker is out at elboes, goe two my good full mouth'd ban-dog, Ile ha thee friends with both. With all my heart captaine Tucca, and with you too, Ile laye my hande vnder your feete, to keepe them from aking. Can you haue any more? Saist thou me so, olde Coale come? doo't then; yet tis no matter neither, Ile haue thee in league first with these two rowly powlies: they shal be thy Damons and thou their Pithyasse; Crispinus shall giue thee an olde cast Sattin suite, and Demetrius shall write thee a Scene or two, in one of thy strong garlicke Comedies; and thou shalt take the guilt of conscience for and sweare tis thine owne olde lad, tis thine owne: thou neuer yet fels't into the hands of sattin, didst? Neuer Captaine I thanke God. Goe too, thou shalt now King Gorboduck, thou shalt, because Ile ha thee damn'd, Ile ha thee all in Sattin: Asper, Criticus, Quintus, Horatius, Flaccus, Crispinus shal doo't, thou shalt doo't, heyre apparant of Helicon, thou shalt doo't. Mine Ingle weare an olde cast Sattin suite?