The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 30 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.79 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
With all our hearts Lady, and count us favoured? Step in Nicholas, look, is the coast clear. Oh, as clear as a cats eye, sir. Then enter Captaine Conisurer?—now—how like you your Roome su? O wonderful convenient. I can tell you Captain, simply though it lies here, 'tis the fairest Room in my Mother's house, as dainty a Room to conjure in, methinks,— why you may bid, I cannot tell how many devils welcome in't; my Father has had twenty here at once! What devils? devils, no Deputies, & the wealthiest men he could get. Nay put by your chattels now, fall to your business roundly, the feskewe of the Dial is upon the Christ-cross of Noon, but oh: hear met Captain, a qualm comes o'er my stomach? Why, what's the matter sir? Oh, how if the devil should prove a knave, and tear the hangings. Fuh, I warrant you Sir Godfrey: ay Nuncle, or spit fire upo'th' ceiling! Very true too, for 'tis but thin plastered, and 'twill quickly take hold a the laths, and if he chance to spit downward-to, he will burn all the boards. My life for yours Sir Godfrey? My Sister is very curious & dainty o'er this Room I can tell and therefore if he must needs spit, I pray desire him to spit i'th' Chimney. Why assure you Sir Godfrey, he shall not be brought up, with so little manners to spit and spawl a'th' floor. Why I thank you good Captain, pray have a care. ay, fall to your Circle, we'll not trouble you I warrant you, come, we'll in to the next Room, & because we'll be sure to keep him out there, we'll bar up the door with some of the Godlies zealous works. That will be a fine device Nuncle, and because the ground shall be as holy as the door, I'll tear two or three rosaries in pieces, and strew the leaves about the Chamber? oh, the devil already,— runs in— 'sfoot Captain speak somewhat for shame; it lightens & thunders before thou wilt begin, why when? Pray peace George,— thou'lt make me laugh anon; and spoil all. Oh now it begins again, now, now? now? Captain? Rumbos-ragdayon, pur, pur, colucundrion, Hois— Plois. Oh admirable conjuror? has fetched Thunder already: Hark hark again Captain? Beniamino,— gaspois— kay— gosgothoteron— umbrois. Oh, I would the devil would come away quickly, he has no conscience to put a man to such pain? Again! dragon— Leloomenos— hodge— Well said Captain. So long a coming? oh would I had near begun't now, for I fear me these roaring tempests, will destroy all the fruits of the earth, and tread upon my corn— oh, i'th' Country. Gog de gog, hobgoblin, hunks, houseslow, hockley te come park. O brother, brother, what a tempest's i'th', Garden, sure there's some conjuration abroad. 'tis at home sister! By and by, I'll step in? Captain? Nunck— Nunck— Rip— Gascoynes, Ipis, Drip— Dropite. He drips and drops poor man? alas, alas.
nodes 793–829 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 37 in this edition
Length
501 words · 769 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
With all our hearts Lady, and count vs fauourd? Step in Nicholas, looke, is the coast cleare. Oh, as cleare as a Cattes eye, sir. Then enter Captaine Conisurer?—now—how like you your Roome su? O wonderfull conuenient. I can tell you Captaine, simplie tho it lies here, tis the fayrest Roome in my Mothers house, as dainty a Roome to Coniute in, mee thinkes,—why you may bidde, I cannot tell how many diuills welcome in't; my Father has had twentie here at once! What diuills? Diuills, no Deputies, & the welthiest men he could get. Nay put by your chattes now, fall to your businesse roundly, the seskewe of the Diall is vpon the Chrisse-crosse of Noone, but oh: heare met Captaine, a qualme comes ore my stomack? Why, what's the matter sir? Oh, how if the diuill should proue a knaue, and teare the hangings. Fuh, I warrant you Sir Godfrey: I Nuncle, or spit fire vpp'oth feeling! Very true too, for tis but thin playsterd, and twill quickly take hold a the laths, and if hee chance to spit downeward-too, he will burne all the boords. My life for yours Sir Godfrey? My Sister is very curious & dainty ore this Roome I can tell and therefore if he must needes spit, I pray desire him to spit ith Chimney. Why assure you Sir Godfrey, he shall not be brought vp, with so little manners to spit and spaule a'th flower. Why I thanke you good Captaie, pray haue a care I, fall to your Circle, weele not trouble you I warrant you, come, weele in to the next Roome, & because wele be sure to keepe him out there, weele bar vp the dore with some of the Godlies zealous workes. That will bee a fine deuice Nuncle, and because the ground shall be as holy as the doore, Ile teare two or three refaires in peices, and strew the leaues about the Chamber? oh, the deuill already,—runs in— Sfoote Captaine speak somwhat for shame; it lightens & thunders before thou wilt begin, why when? Pray peace George,—thou'lt make mee laugh anon; and spoile all. Oh now it begins agen, now, now? now? Captaine? Rumbos-ragdayon, pur, pur, colucundrion, Hois—Plois. Oh admirable Coniurer? has fetcht Thunder already: Harke harke agen Captaine? Beniamino,—gaspois—kay — gosgothoteron—umbrois. Oh, I would the deuill would come away quicklie, he has no conscience to put a man to such paine? Agen! Flowste—Kakoppos—dragone—Leloomenos—hodge—podge. Well sayd Captaine. So long a comming? oh would I had ner begun't now, for I feare mee these roaring tempests, will destroy all the fruites of the earth, and tread vpon my come—oh, ith Country. Gog de gog, hobgoblin, huncks, houseslow, hockley te coome parke. O brother, brother, what a tempests ith, Garden, sure there's some coniuration abroad. Tis at home sister! By and by, Ile step in? Captaine? Nunck—Nunck—Rip—Gascoynes, Ipis, Drip—Dropite. Hee drippes and droppes poore man? alasse, alasse.