The Puritan, or The Widow of Watling Street (The Puritan Widow) · chunk 32 of 37
Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.81 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
go, retire, to yonder end then. I protest you are a rare fellow, are you not. O master Edmond, you know but the least part of me yet, why now at this instant I could but flourish my wand thrice o'er your head, and charm you invisible. What you could not? make me walk invisible man; I should laugh at that i'faith, troth i'll requite your kindness and you'll do't good Captain conjuror. Nay I should hardly deny you such a small kindness Master Edmond Plus, why look you sir 'tis no more but this and thus and again and now you're invisible! Am i'faith, who would think it. You see the fortune-teller yonder at farther end ath chamber go toward him, do what you will with him he shall near find you. Say you so, i'll try that i'faith,— How now? Captain, whose's that justled me? justled you? I saw nobody. Ha, ha, ha,— say 'twas a spirit, Shall I?— may be some spirit that haunts the circle. O my nose, again, pray conjure then Captain. Troth this is exc'llent, I may do any knavery now and never be seen, and now I remember me, Sir Godfrey my Uncle abused me other day, & told tales of me to my Mother— Troth now I'm invisible, i'll hit him a sound wherrit ath' ear, when he comes out ath' garden,— I may be revenged on him now finely. I have my Chain again, my chain's found again, O sweet Captain, O admirable conjuror. Edm. Strikes him. Oh what mean you by that Nephew? Nephew? I hope you do not know me Uncle? Why did you strike your Uncle sir? Why Captain am I not invisible? A good jest George,— not now you are not Sir, Why did you not see me when I did uncharm you? Not I by my troth Captain: Then pray you pardon me Uncle, I thought I'd been invisible when I struck you. So. you would do't? go,— you're a foolish Boy, And were I not o'ercome with greater joy, I'd make you taste correction. Correction, push— no, neither you nor my Mother shall think to whip me as you have done. Captain my joy is such, I know not how to thank you, let me embrace you, hug you, O my sweet Chain, Gladness e'en makes me giddy, rare man: 'twas as just i'th' Rosemary bank, as if one should ha' laid it there— oh cunning, cunning! Well, seeing my fortune tells me I must marry; let me marry a man of wit a man of parts, here's a worthy Captain, and 'tis a fine Title truly la to be a captains Wife, a captains Wife, it goes very finely. beside all the world knows that a worthy Captain, is a fit Companion to any Lord, then why not a sweet bedfellow for any Lady.— I'll have it so—
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Length
484 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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goe, retire, to yonder end then. I protest you are a rare fellowe, are you not. O maister Edmond, you know but the least part of me yet, why now at this instant I could but florish my wand thrice ore your head, and charme you inusib'e. What you could not? make me walke inuisible man; I should laugh at that ifaith, troth ile requite your kindnes and youle doo't good Captaine coniurer. Nay I should hardly deny you such a small indnesse Master Edmond Plus, why looke you sir tis no more but this and thus and agen and now yar inuisible! Am I faith, who would thinke it. You see the fortune-teller yonder at farder end ath chamber goe toward him, do what you will with him he shall nere finde you. Say you so, ile trie that ifaith,— How now? Captaine, whose that iustled me? Iustled you? I saw no body. Ha, ha, ha,—say twas a spirit, Shall I—may be some spirit that haunts the circle. O my nose, agen, pray coniur then Captaine. Troth this is exlent, I may do any knauery now and neuer be seene, and now I remember mee, Sir Godfrey my Vncle abusde me tother day, & told tales of me to my Mother—Troth now Ime inuisible, ile hit him a sound wherrit ath' eare, when he comes out ath' garden,—I may be reuengd on him now finely. I haue my Chaine againe, my Chaine's found againe, O sweete Captaine, O admirable Coniurer. Edm. Strikes him. Oh what meane you by that Nephew? Nephew? I hope you do not know mee Vncle? Why did you strike your Vncle sir? Why Captaine am I not inuisible? A goodiest Georg:,—not now you are not Sir, Why id you not see me when I did vn channe you? Not I by my troth Captaine: Then pray you pardon mee Vncle, I thought Ide beene inuisible when I struck you. So. you would doo't? go,—y'are a foolish Boy, And were I not ore-come with greater ioy, Ide make you taste correction. Correction, push—no, neither you nor my Mother shall thinke to whip me as you haue done. Captaine my ioy is such, I know not how to thanke you, let me embrace you, hug you, O my sweete Chaine, Gladnesse 'een makes mee giddy, rare man: twas as iust ith' Rosemarie bauck, as if one should ha laide it there—oh cunning, cunning! Well, seeing my fortune tels mee I must marry; let me marry a man of witte a man of parts, here's a worthy Captaine, and 'tis a fine Title truely to bee a Captaines Wife, a Captaines Wife, it goes very finely. beside all the world knows that a worthy Captaine, is a fitte Companion to any Lord, then why not a sweete bed-fellow for any Lady.—Ile haue it so—