Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.76 · 523 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
on the coast of France, sir. On the cost of dogs Sir: You're i'th' I'll a dogs I tell you. I see you'ave been washed in the Thames here, & I believe ye were drowned in a Tavern before, or else you would never have took boat in such a dawning as this was. Farewell, farewell, we will not know you for shaming of you. I ken the man we'll, he's one of my thirty pound Knights. No no, this is he that stole his knighthood o'the grand day, for four pound giving to a Page, all the money in's purse I wot well. Death, Colonel, I knew you were over shot. Sure I think now indeed, Captain Seagull, we were something overshot. What! my sweet Frank Quicksilver! dost thou survive to rejoice me? But what? nobody at thy heels, Frank? Ay me, what is become of poor Mistress Security. Faith gone quite from her Name, as she is from her Fame I think; I left her to the mercy of the water. Let her go, let her go: let us go to our ship at Blackwall and shift us. Nay by my troth, let our clothes rot upon us. and let us rot in them: twenty to one our Ship is attached by this time? if we set her not under Sail this last Tide, I never looked for any other. Woe, woe is me, what shall become of us? the last money we could make, the greedy Thames has devoured; and if our Ship be attached, there is no hope can relieve us. 'sfoot Knight, what an unknightly faintness transports thee? let our Ship sink, and all the world that's without us be taken from us, I hope I have some tricks, in this brain of mine, shall not let us perish. Well said Frank faith. O my nimble-spirited Quicksilver, fore-god, would thou hadst been our Colonel. I like his spirit rarely, but I see no means he has to support that spirit. Go to Knight, I have more means than thou art aware off: I have not lived amongst Goldsmiths and goldmakers all this while, but I have learned something worthy of my time with 'em. And, not to let thee stink where thou standst, Knight, I'll let thee know some of my skill presently. Do good Francke I beseech thee. I will blanch Copper so cunningly, that it shall endure all proofs, but the Test: it shall endure malleation, it shall have the ponderosity of Luna, and the tenacity of Luna, by no means friable. 'slight, where learnest thou these terms, trow? Tush Knight, the terms of this Art, every ignorant Quacksalver is perfect in: but I'll tell you how yourself shall blanch Copper thus cunningly. Take arsenic, otherwise called Realga, (which indeed is plain Ratsbane) Sublime 'em three or four times, then take the Sublimate of this Realga, and put 'em into a Glass, into Chymia, & let 'em have a convenient decoction Natural, four and twenty hours, & he will become perfectly fixed: Then take this fixed powder, & project him upon well-purged Copper, et habebis Magistriū.
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523 words · 716 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.757 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
on the coaſt of France, ſir. On the coſt of Doggs Sir: Y'are ith' Ile a Doggs I tell you. I ſee y'aue bene waſht in the Thames here, & I beleeue ye were drownd in a Tauerne before, or els you would neuer haue tooke boate in ſuch a dawning as this was. Farewel, farewel, we wil not know you for ſhaming of you. I ken the man weel, hee's one of my thirty pound Knights. No no, this is he that ſtole his knighthood o'the grand day, for foure pound giuing to a Page, all the money in's purſe I wot well. Death, Collonell, I knew you were ouer ſhot. Sure I thinke now indeede, Captaine Seagull, we were ſomething ouerſhot. What▪ my ſweete Franck Quickſiluer! doſt thou ſurviue to reioyce me? But what▪ no bodie at thy heels, Franck? Ay me, what is become of poore Miſtreſſe Securitie. Faith gone quite from her Name, as ſhe is from her Fame I thinke; I left her to the mercie of the water. Let her goe, let her goe: let vs go to our ſhip at Blackwall and ſhift vs. Nay by my troth, let our clothes rotte vpon vs. and let vs rotte in them: twentie to one our Ship is attacht by this time? if we ſet her not vnder Saile this laſt Tide, I neuer lookt for any other. Woe, woe is me, what ſhall become of vs? the laſt money we could make, the greedy Thams has deuourde; and if our Ship be attach't, there is no hope can relieue vs. Sfoote Knight, what an vn-knightly faintneſſe tranſports thee? let our Ship ſinck, and all the world thats without vs be taken from vs, I hope I haue ſome tricks, in this braine of mine, ſhall not let vs periſh. Well ſaid Francke faith. O my nimble-ſpirited Quick-ſiluer, Foregod, would thou hadſt beene our Colonell. I like his ſpirit rarely, but I ſee no meanes he has to ſupport that ſpirit. Go to Knight, I haue more meanes then thou art aware off: I haue not liu'd amongſt Gould-ſmiths and Gouldmakers all this while, but I haue learned ſomething worthy of my time with 'hem. And, not to let thee ſtinck where thou ſtandſt, Knight, Ile let thee know ſome of my skill preſently. Doe good Francke I beſeech thee. I will blanche Copper ſo cunningly, that it ſhall endure all proofes, but the Teſt: it ſhall endure malleation, it ſhal▪ haue the ponderoſitie of Luna, and the tenacitie of Luna, by no meanes friable. Slight, where learn'ſt thou theſe tearmes, tro? Tuſh Knight, the tearmes of this Arte, euery ignorant Quack-ſaluer is perfect in: but Ile tell you how your ſelfe ſhal blanche Copper thus cunningly. Take Arſnicke, otherwiſe called Realga, (which indeede is plaine Ratsbane) Sublime 'hem three or foure times, then take the Sublimate of this Realga, and put'hem into a Glaſſe, into Chymia, & let'hem haue a conuenient decoction Naturall, foure and twentie houres, & he will become perfectly fixt: Then take this fixed powder, & proiect him vpon wel-purgd Copper, et habebis Magiſtriū.