Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 27 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 0.85 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
He did, and whipped them so with nettles, that The Widow swore that a bareheaded man, Should not man her: the Lady Petula Was there, heard all, and told me this. Go too. Thy gold was accepted, it was, and she shall bring thee into her Paradise, she shall small Adam, she shall. But how? but how Captain? Thus, go, cover a table with sweet meats, let all the Gentlewomen, and that same Pasquils-mad-cap (mother be there) nibble, bid them bite: they will come to gobble down Plums; then take up that pair of Basket hilts, with my commission, I mean Crispinus and Fannius; charge one of them to take up the Bucklers, against that hair-monger Horace, and have about or two, in defence of baldpates: let them crack every crown that has hair on't: go, let them lift up baldness to the sky, and thou shalt see, 'twill turn Miniuers heart quite against the hair. Excellent, why then M. Tucca— Nay, whir, nimble Prickshaft; whir, away, I go upon life and death, away, fly Scanderbag fly. Arm Captain, arm, arm, arm, the foe is come down. Hold Captain Tucca hold, I am Bubo, & come to answer any thing you can lay to my charge. What, dost summon a parley my little Drumstick? 'tis too late; thou seest my red flag is hung out, I'll fill thy guts with thine own carrion carcase, and then eat them up instead of sausages. Use me how you will; I am resolute, for I ha' made my Will. Wilt fight Turk-a-ten-pence? wilt fight then? Thou shalt find I'll fight in a Godly quarrel, if I be once fired. Thou shalt not want fire, I'll ha' thee burnt when thou wilt, my cold Cornelius: but come: Respice funem; look, thou seest; open thyself my little cutler's Shop, I challenge thee thou slender Gentleman, at four sundry weapons. Thy challenge was but at one, and I'll answer but one. Thou shalt answer two, for thou shalt answer me and my Captain. Well said cockerel outcrow him: art hardy noble Huon? art Magnanimous? lick-trencher; look, search, lest some lie in ambush; for this man at Arms, has paper in's belly, or some friend in a corner, or else he durst not be so crank. Captain, Captain, Horace stands sneaking here. I smelled the foul-fisted Mortar-treader, come my most damnable fastidious rascal, I have a suit to both of you. O hold, most pitiful Captain hold. Hold Captain, 'tis known that Horace is valiant, & a man of the sword. A Gentleman or an honest Citizen, shall not Sit in your penny-bench Theatres, with his Squirrel by his side cracking nuts; nor sneak into a Tavern with his Mermaid; but he shall be satired, and epigrammed upon, and his humour must run upo'th' Stage: you'll ha' Every Gentleman in's humour, and Every Gentleman out on's humour: we that are heads of Legions and Bands, and fear none but these same shoulder-clappers, shall fear you, you Serpentine rascal.
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 851–875 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 44 in this edition
Length
501 words · 748 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (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)
He did, and whipt them so with nettles, that The Widdow swore that a bare-headed man, Should not man her: the Ladie Petula Was there, heard all, and olde me this. Goe too. Thy golde was accepted, it was, and she shall bring thee into her Paradice, she shall small Adam, she shall. But how? but how Capten? Thus, goe, couer a table with sweet meates, let all the Gentlewomen, and that same Pasquils-mad-cap (mother Bee there) nibble, bid them bite: they will come to gobble downe Plummes; then take vp that paire of Basket hiltes, with my commission, I meane Cspinus and Fannius; charge one of them to take vp the Bucklers, against that hayre-monger Horace, and haue about or two, in defence of balde-pates: let them cracke euerie crowne that has haire on't: goe, lt them lift vp baldenes to the skie, and thou shalt see, twill turne Miniuers heart quite against the haire. Excellent, why then M. Tucca— Nay, whr, nymble Prickshaft; whir, away, I goe vpon life and death, away, flie Scanderbag flie. Arme Captaine, arme, arme, arme, the foe is come downe. Hold Capten Tucca holde, I am Bubo, & come to answer any thing you can lay to my chrge. What, dost summon a parlie my little Drum-sticke? tis too late; thou seest my red flag is hung out, Ile fill thy guts with thine owne carrion carcas, and then eate them vp insteed of Sawsages. Vse me how you will; I am resolute, for I ha made my Will. Wilt fight Turke-a-ten-pence? wilt fight then? Thou shalt finde Ile fight in a Godly quarrell, if I be once fir'd. Thou shalt not want fire, Ile ha thee burnt when thou wilt, my colde Cornelius: but come: Respicefunem; looke, thou eest; open thy selfe my little Cutlers Shoppe, I challenge thee thou slender Gentlemn, at foure sundrie weapons. Thy challenge was but at one, and Ile answere but one. Thou shalt answer two, for thou shalt answer me and my Capten. Well said Cockrell out-crowe him: art hardy noble Huon▪ art Magnanimious? licke-trencher; looke, search, least some lye in ambush; for this man at Armes, has paper in's bellie, or some friend in a corner, or else hee durst not bee so cranke. Capten, Capten, Horace stands sneaking heere. I smelt the foule-fisted Morter-treader, come my most damnable fastidious rascall, I haue a suite to both of you. O holde, most pittifull Captaine holde. Holde Capten, tis knowne that Horace is valliant, & a man of the sword. A Gentleman or an honest Cittizen, shall not Sit in your pennie-bench Theaters, with his Squirrell by his side cracking nuttes; nor sneake into a Tauerne with his Mermaid; but he shall be Satyr'd, and Epigram'd vpon, and his humour must run vpo'th Stage▪ you'll ha Eury Gentleman in's humour, and Euery Gentleman out on's humour: wee that are heades of Legions and Bandes, and feare none but these same shoulder-clappers, shall feare you, you Serpentine rascall.