The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 7 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.84 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Why do 't now then, marmoset? bring forth thy yearly-wages, let not a Commander perish! But, if he be one of the wicked, he shall perish. Well Corporal, I'll e'en along with you, to visit my Kinsman, if I can do him any good, I will,— but I have nothing for him, Simon Saint Mary Overies and Fraylty, pray make a lie for me to the Knight my Master, old Sir Godfrey. A lie? may you lie then? O ay, we may lie, but me must not swear. True, we may lie with our neighbours wife, but we must not swear we did so; Oh, an excellent Tag of religion? Oh Simon, I have thought upon a sound excuse, it will go current, say that I am gone to a Fast; To a Fast, very good? ay, to a Fast say, with Master Full-belly the Minister. Master Full-belly? an honest man: he feeds the flock well, for he's an excellent feeder? O ay, I have seen him eat up a whole Pig, and afterward falls to the pettitoes? Pray turn the key. Turn the key I pray? Who should those be, I almost know their voices? O my friends? You're welcome to a smelling Room here? you newly took leave of the air is't not a strange savour? ' As all prisons have, smells of sundry wretches; Who though departed, leave their scents behind 'em, By God Captain, I am sincerely sorry for thee. By my troth George I thank thee; but pish,— what must be, must be. Captain, what do you lie in for? is't great? what's your offence? Faith, my offence is ordinary,— common? A Highway, and I fear me my penalty will be ordinary and common too, a halter. Nay prophesy not so ill, it shall go hard' But I'll shift for thy life. Whether I live or die, thou art an honest George I'll tell you— silver flowed not with me, as it had done, (for now the tide runs to Bawds and flatterers) I had a start out, and by chance set upon a fat steward, thinking his purse had been as pursy as his body; and the slave had about him but the poor purchase of ten groats: notwithstanding being descried, pursued, and taken, I know the Law is so grim: in respect of many desperate-unsettled soldiers, that I fear me I shall dance after their pipe for't. I am twice sorry for you Captain: first that your purchase was so small, and now that your danger is so great. Push, the worst is but death,— ha' you a pipe of Tobacco about you? I think, I have thereabouts about me! Her's a clean Gentleman too, to receive? Well, I must cast about, some happy sleight, Work brain, that ever didst thy Master right? Keeper? let the key be turned ay, I pray Master keeper give's a cast of your office?
nodes 105–137 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 37 in this edition
Length
487 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.839 (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)
Why do 't now then, Marmaset? bring forth thy yearly-wages, let not a Commander perish! But, if hee bee one of the wicked, hee shall perish. Well Corporall, Ile e'en along with you, to visit my Kinsman, if I can do him any good, I will,—but I haue nothing for him, Simon Saint Mary Oueris and Fraylty, pray make a lie for me to the Knight my Maister, old Sit Godfrey. A lie? may you lie then? O I, we may lie, but me must not sweare. True, wee may lie with our Neighbors wife, but wee must not sweare we did so; Oh, an excellent Tag of religion? Oh Simon, I haue thought vpon a sound excuse, it will go currant, say that I am gon to a Fast; To a Fast, very good? I, to a Fast say, with Maister Ful-bellie the Minister. Maister Ful-bellie? an honest man: he feedes the flock wll, for he's an excellent feeder? O I, I haue seene him eate vp a whole Pigge, and afterward falls to the pettitoes? Pray turne the key. Turne the key I pray? Who should those be, I almost know their oyes? O my friends? Ya're welcome to a smelling Roome here? you newly tooke leaue of the ayre ist not a strange sauour? 'As all prisons haue, smells of sundry wretcher; Who tho departed, leaue their sents behind 'em, By Gold Captaine, I am sincerely sory for thee. By my troth George I thanke thee; but pish,—what must be, must bee. Captaine, what doe you lie in for? ist great? what's your offence? Faith, my offence is ordinarie,—common? A Hie-waye, and I feare mee my penaltie will be ordinarie and common too, a halter. Nay prophecy not so ill, it shall go heard' But Ile shift for thy life. Whether I liue or die, th art an honest George tell you—siluer stou'd not with ee, as it had done, (for now the tide runnes to Bawdes and flatterers) I had a start out, and by chaunce set vpon a fat steward, thinking his purse had beene as pursey as his bodie; and the slaue had about him but the poore purchase of tenne groates: notwithstanding beeing descryed, pursued, and taken, I know the Law is so grim: in respect of many desprate-vnsetled souldiours, that I feare mee I shall daunce after their pipe for't. I am twice sory for you Captaine: first that your purchase was so small, and now that your danger is so great. Push, the worst is death,—ha you a pipe of Tobacc about you? I thinke, I haue there abouts about me! Her's a cleane Gentleman too, to receiue? Well, I must cast about, some happy slight, Worke braine, that euer didst thy Maister right? Keeper? let the key be turn'dl I, I pray Maister keeper giues a cast of your office?