Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 21 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 0.76 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Nay truly Captain you shall be my leader. I say Mary Ambree, thou shalt march foremost, Because I'll mark how broad thouart in the heels. Perdie, I will be set ath last for this time. Why then come, we'll walk arm in arm, As though we were leading one another to Newgate. Mine's of a fashion, cut out quite from yours. Mine has the sharpest tooth, yonder he is. Captain Tucca. How now? I cannot stand to read supplications now They're bitter Epigrams composed on you By Horace. And dispersed amongst the gallants In several copies, by Asinius Bubo. By that live Eel? read, Lege Legito, read thou back. Tucca's grown monstrous, how? rich? that I fear, He's to be seen for money everywhere. Why true, shall not I get in my debts, nay and the rogue write no better I care not, farewell black Jack farewell. But Captain, here's a nettle. Sting me, do. Tucca's exceeding tall and yet not high, He fights with skill, but does most vilely lie. Right, for here I lie now, open, open, to make my adversary come on; and then Sir, here am I in's bosom: nay and this be the worst, I shall hug the poor honest face-maker, I'll love the little Atheist, when he writes after my commendation, another whip? come yerk me. Tucca will bite, how? grown Satirical, No, he bites tables, for he feeds on all. The whoreson cloven-foot devil in man's apparel lies, There stood above forty dishes before me today, That I near touched, because they were empty. I am witness young Gentlemen to that. Farewell stinkers, I smell thy meaning screech-owl, I do though I stop my nose: and Sirrah Poet, we'll have thee untrust for this; come, mother Mum-pudding, come. My song of parting doth this burden bear; A kiss the Ditty, and I set it here. Your lips are well in tune, strung with delight, By this fair Bride remember soon at night: Sir Walter. My Liege Lord, we all attend, The time and place. Till then my leave commend. Ladies, I am to put a very easy suit upon you all, and to desire you to fill your little pellies at a dinner of plums behind noon; there be Suckets, and marmalades, and Merchants, and other long white plums that fain would kiss your delicate and sweet lips; I indite you all together, and you especially my Lady Pride; what do you say for your sells? for I indite you all. I thank you good Sir Vaughan, I will come. Say Gentlewomen will you stand to me too? we'll sit with you sweet Sir Vaughan. God a mighty plesse your faces, and make your peauties last, when we are all dead and rotten:— you all will come. All will come. Pray God that Horace be in his right wits to rail now.
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 615–657 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 44 in this edition
Length
479 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.763 (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)
Nay trulie Captaine you shall be my leader. I say Mary Ambree▪ thou shalt march formost, Because Ile marke how broad th'art in the heeles. Perdie, I will be set ath last for this time. Why then come, we'll walke arme in arme, As tho we were leading one another to Newgate. Mine's of a fashion, cut out quite from yours. Mine has the sharpest tooth, yonder he is. Captaine Tucca. How now? I cannot stand to read supplications now They're bitter Epigrams compos'd on you By Horace. And disperst amongst the gallants In seuerall coppies, by Asinius Bubo. By that liue Eele? read, Lege Legito, read thou acke. Tucca's growne monstrous, how? rich? that I feare, He's to be seene for money euery where. Why true, shall not I get in my debts, nay and the roague write no better I care not, farewell blacke Iacke farewell. But Captaine, heer's a nettle. Sting me, doe. Tucca's exceeding tall and yet not hye, He fights with skill, but does most vilye lye. Right, for heere Ilye now, open, open▪ to make my aduersarie come on; and then Sir, heere am I in's bosome: nay and this be the worst, I shal hug the poore honest face-maker, Ile loue the little Atheist, when he writes after my commendation, another whip? come yerke me. Tucca will bite, how? growne Satiricall, No, he bites tables, for he feedes on all. The whoreson clouen-foote deuill in mans apparell lyes, There stood aboue forty dishes before me to day, That I nere toucht, because they were empty. I am witnes young Gentlemen to that. Farewell stinckers, I smel thy meaning Screech-owle, I doe tho I stop my nose: and Sirra Poet, we'll haue thee vntrust for this; come, mother Mum-pudding, come. My song of parting doth this burden beare; A kie the Ditty, and I st it heere. Your lips are well in tune, strung with delight, By this faire Bride remember soone at night: Sir Walter. My Leige Lord, we all attend, The time and place. Till then my leaue commend. Ladies▪ I am to put a verie easie suite vpon you all, and to desire you to fill your little pellies at a dinner of plums behinde noone; there be Suckets, and Marmilads, and Marchants, and other long white plummes that faine would kisse your delicate and sweet lippes; I indite you all together, and you especially my Ladie Pride; what doe you saie for your selles? for I indite you all. I thanke yo good Sir Vaughan, I will come. Say Sentlewomen will you stand to me too? Wee'll sit with you sweet Sir Vaughan. God a mightie plesse your faces, and make your peauties last, when wee are all dead and rotten:—you all will come. All will come. Pray God that Horace bee in his right wittes to raile now.