The Trial of Chivalry (This Gallant Cavaliero Dick Bowyer) · chunk 18 of 38
Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 [1599-1604] (Annals) romance · Derby's (Strange's) Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.80 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
My name's Dick Bowyer. Then, master Dick Bowyer, after my hearty commendations, adieu: but as for the rest, I shall, I say no more, I shall— How now, Core? how can you answer your being a tippling, when you should stand Sentinel? Believe me, Captain, I had but a whiff or two: for I was passing dry. Thou art always dry: the whoreson malt-worm has a throat like the burning Climb, or a glass-maker's Furnace: But your remove from thence has saved you from the bolts. How now, what water-spaniel have we here? 'tis Lieutenant Nod. Captain, deride me not: I protest, I came by this mischance by good service, by following a spy, that came to discover our army. O notable Rogue! did not I find thee asleep, and threw thee into a ditch? Was't you? by this light, I took you for a spy. Yet saw me not, no more than a Molewarp: this is an egregious Rogue. Yes, I saw you well enough, and I did but try how you would use me. By this flesh and blood, many one that lies in his grave, was not half so senseless: but the Watch breaks up, every one to his quarter, away. 'tis true, they are gone together, and I am sent to watch Prince Ferdinand, and the Earl of Pembroke: this way they went; but they are got out of sight. I were very bad to be a Hound, that have no better a sent: if they were hares, as they are men, I should think them squatted: but hushed, here comes one of them. The morn look red: red morns do threat a storm, That storm shall light on Pembroke or myself. This is our meeting place: here runs the stream That parts our camps: the time consorts the place; And (Pembroke) it thy reputation hold, It is thy q. to enter. Here comes the other, this is luck upon luck: now will I run and fetch my mistress, the Lady Katharine, to part their fray. Good end succeed my early heaviness: Three times my feet, as loath to guide me hither, Have stumbled in a plain and even way, My sword forsook his scabbard once or twice, Blood from my nostrils thrice hath spouted forth, And such a dimness overruns my sight, That I have ta'en a tree to be a man, And questioned with it about serious things. This is the place where I must meet my friend. Yonder he stands. Good morrow, Ferdinand. Good morrow to thy death: draw, Pembroke, draw, The ground thou treadest upon, must be thy grave. Draw upon Ferdinand? ay, upon me. Dally not, Pembroke, I am bent to fight, And that with thee for the best blood thou bearest. You have some reason for this resolution. My will.
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470 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.797 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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My name's Dick Bowyer. Then, maſter Dicke Bowyer, after my heartie commendations, due: but as for the reſt, I ſhall, I ſay no more, I ſhall— How now, Core? how can you anſwer your being a tippling, when you ſhould ſtand Sentinel? Beleeue me, Captayne, I had but a whiffe or two: for I was paſsing dry. Thou art alwayes dry: the whorſon Mault-worm has a throat like the burning Clyme, or a Glaſſe-makers Furnace: But your remoue from thence has ſau'd you from the boults. How now, what Water-Spanyell haue we heere? Tis Lieutenant Nod. Captayne, deride me not: I proteſt, I came by this miſchaunce by good ſeruice, by following a ſpy, that came to diſcouer our army. O notable Rogue! did not I find thee aſleepe, and threw thee into a ditch? Was't you? by this light, I tooke you for a ſpy. Yet ſaw me not, no more then a Molewarp: this is an egregious Rogue. Yes, I ſaw you well ynough, and I did but try how you would vſe me. By this fleſh and bloud, many one that lyes in his graue, was not halfe ſo ſenceleſſe: but the Watch breakes vp, euery one to his quarter, away. Tis true, they are gone together, and I am ſent to watch Prince Ferdinand, and the Earle of Pembrooke: this way they went; but they are got out of ſight. I were very bad to be a Hound, that haue no better a ſent: if they were hares, as they are men, I ſhould think them ſquatted: but huſht, here comes one of them. The morne looke red: red mornes doe threat a ſtorme, That ſtorme ſhall light on Pembrooke or my ſelfe. This is our meeting place: here runnes the ſtreame That parts our camps: the time conſorts the place; And (Pembrooke) it thy reputation hold, It is thy q. to enter. Heere comes the tother, this is lucke vpon lucke: now will I run and fetch my miſtris, the Lady Katharine, to part their fray. Good end ſucceed my early heauyneſſe: Three times my feet, as loth to guide me hither, Haue ſtumbled in a playne and euen way, My ſword forſooke his ſcabberd once or twice, Bloud from my noſtrilles thrice hath ſpowted forth, And ſuch a dymneſſe ouerrunnes my ſight, That I haue tane a tree to bee a man, And queſtion'd with it about ſerious things. This is the place where I muſt meet my friend. Yonder he ſtands. Good morrow, Ferdinand. Good morrow to thy death: draw, Pēbrook, draw, The ground thou treadſt vpon, muſt be thy graue. Draw vpon Ferdinand? I, vpon me. Dally not, Pembrooke, I am bent to fight, And that with thee for the beſt blood thou bearſt. You haue ſome reaſon for this reſolution. My will.