Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.87 · 524 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Will you? by all the leeks that are worn on Saint Dauies day I will buy not only a Coach, with four wheels, but also a white Mare and a stone horse too, because they shall traw you, very lustily, as if the devil were in their arses. How now, more Tailors— How sir; Tailors. O good Captain, 'tis my Cousin. Is he, I will Cozen you then sir too, one day. I hope sir then to Cozen you too. By gad I hobe so, farewell Sidanien. Her's both money, and sugar. O sweet villain, set it up. 'sfoot, what tame swaggerer was this I met Doll. A Captain, a Captain: but hast 'scaped the Dunkirks honest Philip? Philip rials are not more welcome: did thy father pay the shot? He paid that shot, and then shot pistolets into my pockets: hark wench: chinck chink, makes the punk wanton and the bawd to wink. O rare music. Heavenly consort, better than old Moons. But why? why Dol, go these two like beadles in blue? ha? There's a moral in that: flay off your skins, you precious Cannibals: O that the Welsh Captain were here again, and a drum with him, I could march now, ran, tan, tan, tara, ran, tan, tan, sirrah Philip has thy father any plate in's house. Enough to set up a goldsmith's shop. Canst not borrow some of it? we shall have guests tomorrow or next day and I would serve the hungry ragamuffins in plate, though 'twere none of mine own. I shall hardly borrow it of him but I could get one of mine Ants, to beat the bush for me, and she might get the bird. Why pree, let me be one of thine Ants, and do it for me then. As I'm virtuous and a Gentlewoman i'll restore. Say no more 'tis done. What manner of man is thy father? 'sfoot i'd fain see the witty Monkey because thou sayst he's a Poet: i'll tell thee, what i'll do: Leverpoole or Chartly, shall like my Gentleman usher go to him, and say such a Lady sends for him, about a sonnet or an epitaph for her child that died at nurse, or for some device about a mask or so; if he comes you shall stand in a corner, and see in what State i'll bear myself: he does not know me, nor my lodging. No, no. Is't a match Sirs? shall's be merry with him and his muse. Agreed, any scaffold to execute knavery upon. I'll send then my vaunt-courier presently: in the mean time, march after the Captain, scoundrels, come hold me up: Look how Sabrina sunk i'th' river Severn, So will we four be drunk i'th' shipwreck Tavern. Come Wife, our two gallants will be here presently: I have promised them the best of entertainment, with protestation never to reveal to thee their slander: I will have thee bear thyself, as if thou madest a feast upon Simon and Iudes day, to country Gentlewomen, that came to see the Pageant, bid them extremely welcome, though thou wish their throats cut; 'tis in fashion.
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Length
524 words · 739 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.866 (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)
Will you? by all the leekes that are worne on Saint Dauies daie I will buy not only a Coach, with foure wheeles, but also a white Mare and a stone horse too, because they shal traw you, very lustily, as if the diuill were in their arses. How novv, more Tailors — How sir; Taylors. O good Captaine, tis my Couzen. Is he, I will Couzen you then sir too, one day. I hope sir then to Couzen you too. By gad I hobe so, fare-well Sidanien. Her's both money, and suger. O sweete villaine, set it vp. Sfoot, what tame suaggerer was this I met Doll. A Captaine, a Captaine: but hast scap't the Dunkerks honest Philip? Philip ryalls are not more welcome: did thy father pay the sho? He pai'd that shot, and then shot pistolets into my pockets: harke wench: chinck chink, makes the punck wanton and the Baud to winck. O rare musick. Heauenly consort, better than old Moones. But why? why Dol, goe these two like Beadells in blew? ha? Theres a morrall in that: flea off your skins, you pretious Caniballs: O that the welch Captaine were here againe, and a drum with him, I could march now, ran, tan, tan, tara, ran, tan, tan, sirra Philip has thy father any plate in's house. Enough to set vp a Gold-smithes shop. Canst not borrow some of it? wee shall haue guests to morrow or next day and I wud serue the hungry rag-a-muffins in plate, tho twere none of mine owne. I shall hardly borrow it of him but I could get one of mine Aunts, to beate the bush for mee, and she might get the bird. Why pree the, let me bee one of thine Aunts, and doe it for me then. As Ime vertuous and a Gentlewoman ile restore. Say no more tis don. What manner of man is thy father? Sfoot ide faine see the witty Monky because thou sayst he's a Poet: ile tell thee, what ile do: Leuer-poole or Chartly, shall like my Gentleman vsher goe to him, and say such a Lady sends for him, about a sonnet or an epitaph for her child that died at nurse, or for some deuice about a maske or so; if he comes you shall stand in a corner, and see in what State ile beare my selfe: he does not know me, nor my lodging. No, no. Ist a match Sirs? shalls be mery with him and his muse. Agreed, any scaffold to execute knauery vpon. Ile send then my vant-currer presently: in the meane time, marche after the Captaine, scoundrels, come hold me vp: Looke how Sabrina sunck ith' riuer Seuerne, So will we foure be drunke ith' ship-wrack Tauerne. Come Wife, our two gallants will be here presently: I haue promist them the best of entertainment, with protestation neuer to reueale to thee their slander: I will haue thee beare thy selfe, as if thou madest a feast vpon Simon and Iudes day, to country Gentlewomen, that came to see the Pageant, bid them extreamly welcome, though thou wish their throats cut; 'tis in fashion.