Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.75 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Could the little horse that ambled on the top of Paulest carry all the people; else how could they ride on the roofs! O sir, 'tis a figure in Poetry, mark how 'tis followed, Rod on their own roofs, Making all Neighbouring houses tilled with men; tiled with men ist not good. By Sesu, and it were tiled all with naked Imen 'twere better. You shall hear no more; pick your ears, they are foul sir, what are you sir pray? A Captain sir, and a follower of god Mars. Mars, Bacchus, and I love Apollo! a Captain! then I pardon your sir, and Captain what would you press me for? For a witty ditty, to a gentlewoman, that I am fallen in with all, over head and ears in affections, and natural desires. An Acrostic were good upon her name methinks. cross sticks: I would not be too cross Master Poet; yet if it be best to bring her name in question, her name is mistress Dorothy Hornet. The very consumption that wastes my Son, and the Aim that hung lately upon me: do you love this Mistress Dorothy? Love her! there is no captains wife in England, can have more love put upon her, and yet I'm sure Captains wives, have their pellies full of good men's loves. And does she love you? has there passed any great matter between you? As great a matter, as a whole coach, and a horse and his wife are gone to and fro between us. Is she? i'faith Captain, be valiant and tell truth, is she honest? Honest? god udge me, she's as honest, as a Punk, that cannot abide fornication, and lechery. Look you Captain, I'll show you why I ask, I hope you think my wenching days are past, yet Sir, here's a letter that her father, brought me from her and enforced me to take this very day. 'tis for some love— song to send to me, I hold my life. This falls out pat, my man tells me, the party is at my door, shall she come in Captain? O ay, ay, put her in, put her in I pray now. The letter says here, that she's exceeding sick, and entreats me to visit her: Captain, lie you in ambush behind the hangings, and perhaps you shall hear the piece of a Comedy: she comes, she comes, make yourself away. Does the Poet play Torkin and cast my Lucretia's water too in huggermuggers? if he do, Styanax Tragedy was never so horrible bloody-minded, as his Comedy shallbe,— Tawson's Captain Ienkins. Now Master Poet, I sent for you. And I came once at your ladyships call. My Ladyship and your Lordship lie both in one manner; you have conjured up a sweet spirit in me have you not rhymer? Why Medea! what spirit! would I were a young man for thy sake. So would I, for then thou couldst do me no hurt; now thou dost.
nodes 632–659 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 42 in this edition
Length
498 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (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)
Could the little horse that ambled on the top of Paules cary all the people; els how could they ride on the roofes! O sir, tis a figure in Poetry, marke how tis followed, Rod on their owne roofes, Making all Neighboring houses tilde with men; tilde with men ist not good. By Sesu, and it were tilde all with naked Imen twere better. You shall heare no more; pick your eares, they are fowle sir, what are you sir pray? A Captaine sir, and a follower of god Mars. Mars, Bachus, and I loue Apollo! a Captaine! then I pardon your sir, and Captaine what wud you presse me for? For a witty ditty, to a Sentill-oman, that I am falne in with all, ouer head and eares in affections, and naturall desires. An Acrostick were good vpon her name me thinkes. Crosse sticks: I wud not be too crosse Maister Poet; yet if it bee best to bring her name in question, her name is mistris Dorothy Hornet. The very consumption that wasts my Sonne, and the Ayme that hung lately vpon mee: doe you loue this Mistris Dorothy? Loue her! there is no Captaines wife in England, can haue more loue put vpon her, and yet Ime sure Captaines wiues, haue their pellies full of good mens loues. And does she loue you? has there past any great matter betweene you? As great a matter, as a whole coach, and a horse and his wife are gon too and fro betweene vs. Is shee? ifayth Captaine, bee valiant and tell trueth, is she honest? Honest? god vdge me, shee's as honest, as a Punck, that cannot abide fornication, and lechery. Looke you Captaine, Ile shew you why I aske, I hope you thinke my wenching daies are past, yet Sir, here's a letter that her father, brought me from her and inforc'd mee to take this very day. Tis for some loue—song to send to me, I hold my life. This falls out pat, my man tells mee, the party is at my dore, shall she come in Captaine? O I, I, put her in, put her in I pray now. The letter saies here, that she's exceeding sick, and intreates me to visit her: Captaine, lie you in ambush behind the hangings, and perhaps you shall heare the peece of a Commedy: she comes, she comes, make your selfe away. Does the Poet play Torkin and cast my Lucraesies water too in hugger muggers? if he do, Styanax Tragedy was neuer so horrible bloudy-minded, as his Commedy shalbe, — Tawsons Captaine Ienkins. Now Maister Poet, I sent for you. And I came once at your Ladiships call. My Ladiship and your Lordship lie both in one manner; you haue coniur'd vp a sweete spirit in mee haue you not Rimer? Why Mdea! what spirit! wud I were a young man for thy sake. So wud I, for then thou couldst doe mee no hurt; now thou doest.