Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.90 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Oh why do you so wilfully cherish your own poison? and breath against the best of life, chaste credit. Well may I call it chaste, for like a Maid Once falsely broke it ever lives decayed. O Captain, husband, you name that Dishonest, By whose good power all that are honest live, What madness is it to speak ill of that, Which makes all men speak well, take away credit By which men amongst men, are well reputed, That man may live, but still lives executed. Oh then show pity to that noble Title Which else you do Usurp: you're no true Captain, To let your enemies lead you, foul disdain, And everlasting Scandal, Oh believe it! The money you receive for my good name Will not be half enough to pay your shame. No, i'll sell thee then to the Smock: see here comes my honourable Chapman. Oh my poison! Him, whom mine honour and mine eye abhors. Lady, what so unjovially departed? Fine she policy? she makes my back her Bolster, but before my face, she not endures him, Tricks. Captain, how haps it she removed so strangely? Oh for modesty's cause awhile my Lord: she must restrain herself, she's not yours yet: Beside, it wear not wisdom to appear, Easy before my sight, fah, wherefore serves modesty but to pleasure a Lady now and then, and help her from suspect, that's the best use 'tis put too. Well observed of a Captain. No doubt you'll be soon friends my Lord. I think no less. And make what haste I can to my ship, I durst wager you'll be under sail before me. A pleasant voyage Captain. ay, a very pleasant voyage as can be: I see the hour is Ripe, here comes the Prisons Bawd the bond-maker, one that binds heirs before they are begot. And here are the crowns Captain, go? attend, Let our bay Courser wait. It shall be obeyed. A farmer's son, is't true? Has crowns to scatter? I give you your salute sir. I take it not unthankfully sir. I hear a good report of you sir— you'ave money. I have so, true. An excellent virtue. ay, to keep from you— hear you me Captain? I have a certain generous itch sir, to lose a few Angels in the way of profit: 'tis but a game at Tennis, Where if the ship keep above line, 'tis three to one: If not, there's but three hundred Angels gone. Is your venture three hundred? you're very preciously welcome: here's a voyage toward will make us all.— Beggarly fools, and swarming knaves. Captain, what's he? Fear him not my Lord, he's a Gull, he ventures with me, some filthy farmer's son, the father's a Iew, and the son a Gentleman: pha.— Yet he should be a Iew too, for he is new come from giving over swine.
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481 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.899 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Oh why do you ſo wilfully cherriſh your own poyſon? and breath againſt the beſt of life, chaſt credit. Well may I call it chaſt, for like a Maide Once falſly broke it euer liues decaide. O Captaine, husband, you name that Diſhoneſt, By whoſe good power all that are honeſt liue, What madneſſe is it to ſpeake ill of that, Which makes all men ſpeake well, take away credite By which men amongſt men, are well reputed, That man may liue, but ſtill liues executed. Oh then ſhewe pittie to that noble Title Which elſe you doe Vſurpe: you'r no true Captaine, To let your enemies leade you, foule diſdaine, And euerlaſting Scandall, Oh beleeue it! The money you receive for my good name Will not be halfe enough to pay your ſhame. No, ile ſell thee then to the Smocke: ſee heere comes my honourable Chapman. Oh my poyſon! Him, whome mine honour and mine eye abhors. Lady, what ſo vniouially departed? Fine ſhee pollicie? ſhe makes my backe her Bolſter, but before my face, ſhe not indures him, Tricks. Captaine, how haps it ſhe remou'd ſo ſtrangely? Oh for Modeſties cauſe awhile my Lord: ſhee muſt reſtraine her ſelfe, ſhee's not yours yet: Beſide, it weare not wiſdome to appeare, Eaſie before my ſight, fah, wherefore ſerues modeſtie but to pleaſure a Lady now and then, and help her from ſuſſpect, that's the beſt vſe tis put too. Well obſeru'd of a Captaine. No doubt youle be ſoone friendes my Lord. I thinke no leſſe. And make what haſt I can to my ſhip, I durſt wager you'l be vnder ſaile before me. A pleaſant voyage Captaine. I, a verie pleaſant voyage as can be: I ſee the houre is Ripe, heere comes the Priſons Bawde the bond-maker, one that bindes heires before they are begot. And here are the Crownes Captaine, goe? attend, Let our bay Courſer waite. It ſhall be obeyed. A Farmers ſonne, iſt true? Has crownes to ſcatter? I giue you your ſalute ſir. I take it not vnthankfully ſir. I heare a good report of you ſir—y'aue money. I haue ſo, true. An excellent vertue. I, to keeep from you—heare you me Captaine? I haue a certaine generous itch ſir, to looſe a fewe Angels in the way of profit: tis but a game at Tennis, Where if the ſhip keepe aboue line, tis three to one: If not, there's but three hundred Angels gone. Is your venture three hundred? y'are verie pretiouſly welcome: heere's a voyage towarde will make vs all.— Beggerly fooles, and ſwarming knaues. Captaine, whats he? Feare him not my Lord, hee's a Gull', hee ventures with me, ſome filthy Farmers ſonne, the father's a Iew, and the ſonne a Gentleman:pha.— Yet he ſhould be a Iew too, for he is new come from giuing ouer ſwine.