Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.77 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Whom hast thou served friend? First I served in Ireland, then in Holland, Braband, Zealand, Gelderland, Friesland and most of the seventeen Provinces, I was at the siege of Bargon up soon, carried a pike at the entrance of Sluice, and was hurt in the groin entering the breach. Who was thy Captain? I served under the command of Captain pipe. Who, captain Gregorie Pipe? No sir, Captain Tobacco Pipe. O, I know him well indeed, he is on the English nation, hath much employments. I can assure your worship sir, I have seen him in very hot service, and when some of us his followers have smoked for't too: wherefore I beseech you sir, bestow something on me, for the knowledge you had of my good Captain. Go to sirrah, I fear ye are a counterfeit Rogue. How Rogue sir? though none of fortune's favourites, nor great men's minions, yet perchances as good a man as yourself: 'swounds Roguel Nay be not angry good friend for i'faith I love a Soldier with all my heart, for indeed I have a Cousin is one, would give thee something, but i'faith I have no siller, yet I give thee eighteen pence in conceit, and so farewell. Well sir, in conceit I thank ye then. Ye Wages, come ye after like a Clog to the heels of the old Ape your Master? Wages, how many pounds go to a stone of beef? Eight sir. Then I am lighter by sixteen pound now then I was, I may now lie with any Lady in Europe for any hurt I can do her. True sir, or good either. I can cuckold no man, Yet any man may cuckold you. What's he Wages? Some poor Soldier sir, lately come out of the low countries. I must not now beg lame, for feare I loose his seruice by it: I beseech yee good black Captaine bestowe something of a poore Souldr, that hath serued his Prince both by Sea and land: if you bestowe but one poor penny of your liberalitie, whē the wheele offte, turns, if he biter frostes of pouere oe not in the meane time nip my fortunes in the blossoms, I doubt not but to reciprocrate your curres. Hyda, what an excellent fellow this would make to dwell in the exchange, how the Rogue prates? What art a Soldier? I have been one some few years. Why then thou art a Gentleman by profession, and 'tis a shame Gentleman to beg. So I think, for I have Gentleman like qualities enough: for I had rather drink drunk to purge, then take Physic: but will you give me any thing sir? No sir my master doth not use to give Gentlemen money, for fear of disgracing them. O, I cry you mercy good Master Mustard-Pot. Mustard pot! God's light, mustard Pot! and why Mustard pot? Because thou art a saucebox. Sauce box? Go to, be quiet Wages.
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Length
494 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.767 (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)
Whome hast thou serued friend? First I seru'd in Ireland, then in Holland, Braband, Zealand, Gelderland, Friesland and most of the seauenteen Prouinces, I was at the siedge of Bargon vp sone, carryed a pike at the entrance of Sluce, and was hurt in the groe entring the breche. Who was thy Captaine? I serued vnder the commaund of Captaine pipe. Who, captaine Gregorie Pipe? No sir, Captaine Tobacco Pipe. O, I know him well indeede, hee is on the English nation, hath much imploiments. I can assure your worship sir, I haue seene him in very hot seruice, and when some of vs his followers haue smok'd for't too: wherefore I beseech you sir, bestow something on me, for the knowledge you had of my good Captaine. Go to sirra, I feare ye are a counterfite Rogue. How Rogue sir though none of fortunes fauourites, nor great mens minions, yet perchances as good a man as your selfe: swoundes Roguel Nay be not agrie good friend for yfith I loue a Souldier with all my heart, for indeede I haue a Cossen is one, would giue thee something, but yfaith I haue no siller, yet I giue thee eighteene pence in conceite, and so farwell. Well sir, in conceite I thanke ye then. Ye Wages, come ye after like a Clog to the heeles of the olde Ape your Maister? Wages, how many pounds goe to a stone of beefe? Eight sir. Then I am lighter by sixeteene pound now then I was, I may now lie with any Ladie in Europe for any hurt I can doe her. True sir, or good either. I can cuckold no man, Yet any man may cuckolde you. What's he VVages? Some poore Souldier sir, lately come out of the low countries. I must not now beg lame, for feare I loose his seruice by it: I beseech yee good black Captaine bestowe something of a poore Souldr, that hath serued his Prince both by Sea and land: if you bestowe but one poor penny of your liberalitie, whē the wheele offte, turns, if he biter frostes of pouere oe not in the meane time nip my fortunes in the blossoms, I doubt not but to reciprocrate your curres. Hyda, what an excellent fellow this would make to dell in the exchange, ow the Rgue prates? VVhat a Solier? I haue bin one some few yees. Why then thou art a Genleman by profession, and tis a Gentleman to beg. So I thinke, for I haue Getleman like qualitis enough: for I had rather drinke drunke to purge, then take Phisicke: but will you giue me any thing sir? No sir my doh to giue Gentlemn money, for feare of them. O, I crye you mercie good Maister Mustrd-Pot. Mustard pot! Gods light, mustard Pot! and why Mustard pot? Because thou art a sawce-box. Sawce box? Goe to, be quiet Wages.