Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 25 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 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Then Mistress Miniver S. Adam's Prickshaft must not hit you; Peter take up all the clothes at the table and the Plums. Save thee my little worshipful Harper; how do ye my little cracknels? how do ye? Welcome M. Tucca, sit and shoot into your belly some Sugar pellets. No, Godamercy Cadwallader, how do you Horace? Thanks good Captain. where's the Sering thou carriest about thee? O have I found thee my scouring-stick; what's my name Bubo? Would I were hanged if I can call you any names but Captain and Tucca. No Fyeest, my name's Hamlet revenge: thou hast been at Paris garden hast not? Yes Captain, I ha' played Zulziman there. Then M. Horace you played the part of an honest man. Death of Hercules, he could never play that part well in's life, no Fulkes you could not: thou call'st Demetrius jorneyman Poet, but thou putst up a Supplication to be a poor jorneyman Player, and hadst been still so, but that thou couldst not set a good face upon't: thou hast forgot how thou amblest (in leather pilch) by a play-wagon, in the high way, and took'st mad Ieronimo's part, to get service among the Mimics: and when the Stagirites banished thee into the I'll of Dogs, thou turnedst Bandog (villainous Guy) & ever since bitest, therefore I ask if thoust been at paris-garden, because thou hast such a good mouth; thou bait'st well, read, lege, save thyself and read. Why Captain these are Epigrams composed on you. Go not out farthing Candle, go not out, for trusty Damboys now the deed is done, I'll pledge this Epigram in wine, I'll swallow it, ay, yes. God bless us, will be drunk with nittigrams now. So, now arise sprite ath Buttery; no Herring-bone I'll not pull thee out, but arise dear Echo rise, rise devil or I'll conjure thee up. Good Master Tucca let's ha' no conjuring here. Uds blood you scald gouty Captain, why come you to set encumbrances here between the Ladies. Be not so tart my precious Metheglin, be not (my old whore a Babylon, sit fast.) O Iesu it I know whereabouts in London Babylon stands. Feed and be fat my fair Calipolis, stir not my beauteous wriggle-tails, I'll disease none of you, I'll take none of you up, but only this table-man, I must enter him into some filthy sink point, I must. Captain, you do me wrong thus to disgrace me. Thou thinkst thou mayst be as saucy with me as my Buff jerkin to sit upon me, dost? Damn me, if ever I traduced your name, What imputation can you charge me with? sblood, ay, what computations can you lay to his charge? answer, or by Sesu I'll canvas your coxcomb Tucky. If they draw sweet hearts, let us shift for ourselves. My noble swaggerer, I will not fall out with thee, I cannot my mad comrade, find in my heart to shed thy blood.
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 799–825 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 44 in this edition
Length
495 words · 733 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (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)
Then Mistris Miniuer S. Adams Prickshaft must not hit you; Peter take vp all the cloathes at the table and the Plums. Saue thee my little worshipfull Harper; how doe ye my little cracknels? how doe ye? Welcome M. Tucca, sit and shoote into yor belly some Suger pellets. No, Godamercy Cadwallader, how doe you Horace? Thankes good Captaine. Wher's the Sering thou carriest about thee? O haue I found thee my scowring-sticke; what's my name Bubo? Wod I were hang'd if I can call you any names but Captaine and Tucca. No Fye'st, my name's Hamlet reuenge: thou hast been at Parris garden hast not? Yes Captaine, I ha plaide Zulziman there. Then M. Horace you plaide the part of an honest man. Death of Hercules, he could neuer play that part well in's life, no Fulkes you could not: thou call'st Demetrius Iorneyman Poet, but thou putst vp a Supplication to be a poore Iorneyman Player, and hadst beene still so, but that thou couldst not set a good face vpon't: thou hast forgot how thou amblest (in leather pilch) by a play-wagon, in the high way, and took'st mad Ieronimoes part, to get seruice among the Mimickes: and when the Stagerites banisht thee into the Ile of Dogs▪ thou turn'dst Ban-dog (villanous Guy) & euer since bitest, therefore I aske if th'ast been at Parris-garden, because thou hast such a good mouth; thou batst well, read, lege, saue thy selfe and read. Why Captaine these are Epigrams compos'd on you. Goe not out Farding Candle, goe not out, for trusty Damboys now the deed is done, Ile pledge this Epigram in wine, Ile▪ yallow i, I, yes. God blesse vs, will be drunke with nittigrams now. So, now arise sprite ath Buttry; no Herring-bone Ile not pull thee out, but arise deere Eccho rise, rise deuill or Ile conure thee vp. Good Master Tucca lets ha no coniuring heere. Vddes bloud you scald gouty Captaine, why come you to set encombrances heere betweene the Ladies. Be not so tart my precious Metheglin, be not (my old whore a Babilon, sit fast.) O Iesu it I know where abouts in London Babilon stands. Feede and be fat my faire Calipolis, stir not my beauteous wriggle-tailes, Ile disease none of you, Ile take none of you vp, but onely this table-man, I must enter him into some filthy sincke point, I must. Captaine, you doe me wrong thus to disgrace me. Thou thinkst thou maist be as sawcy with me as my Buffe Ierkin to sit vpon me, dost? Dam me, if euer I traduc'd your name, What imputation can you charge me with? Sblud, I, what cōputations can you lay to his ge? answer, or by Seu Ile canuas your coxcombe Tucky. If they draw sweet hearts, let vs shift for our elues. My noble swaggerer, I wil not fall out with thee, I cannot my mad Cumrade▪ finde in my heart to shed thy bloud.