Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Mad World, My Masters · chunk 11 of 36

Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1604-1607] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.84 · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.

Dispatch with him, away; so, thank you good Grandsire; this was bounteously done of him i'faith; it came somewhat hard from him at first; for indeed nothing comes stiff from an old man but money: and he may well stand upon that, when he has nothing else to stand upon: where's our Portmantua? Here bully-captain. In with the purchase, 'twill lie safe enough there under's nose I warrant you: what, is all sure? All's sure Captain. You know what follows now, one villain binds his fellows; go, we must be all bound for our own securities rascals, there's no dallying upo'th' point; you conceit me: there is a L. to be found bound in the morning, and all his followers, can you pick out that L. now? O admirable spirit! You near plot for your safeties, so your wants be satisfied. But if we bind one another, how shall the last man be bound? Pox on't, I'll have the footman scape. That's I, I thank you sir. The Footman of all other will be supposed to scape, for he comes in no bed all night; but lies in's clothes, to be first ready i'th' morning: the horse and he lies in litter together; that's the right fashion of your bonny Footman: and his freedom will make the better for our purpose; for we must have one i'th' morning to unbind the Knight, that we may have our sport within ourselves: we now arrive at the most ticklish point, to rob, and take our ease, to be thieves and lie by't, looker to't lads, it concerns every man's gullet; I'll not have the jest spoiled, that's certain, though it hazard a windpipe: I'll either go like a L. as I came, or be hanged like a these as I am; and that's my resolution. Troth a match Captain, of all hands. Oh M. Penitent Brothel! What is't sweet Lady Gulman, that so seizes on thee with rapture and admiration? A thought, a trick, to make you sir especially happy, and yet I myself a saver by it. I would embrace that Lady with such courage, I would not leave you on the losing hand. I will give trust to you sir, the cause then why I raised you from your bed so soon; wherein I know sighs would not let you sleep, thus understand it: You love that woman (M. Harebrains wife) Which no invented means can crown with freedom, For your desires and her own wish, but this, Which in my slumbers did present itself. I'm covetous Lady. you know her husband lingering in suspect, Locks her from all society, but mine. Most true. I only am admitted, yet hitherto That has done you no real happiness; by my admittance I cannot perform that deed, that should please you, You know: wherefore thus I've conveyed it, I'll counterfeit a fit of violent sickness. Good. Nay 'tis not so good by my faith, but to do you good.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA Mad World, My Masters
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [1604-1607]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1605-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 651 · TCP A07504 · DEEP 530
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 357–379 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 36 in this edition
Length497 words · 678 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T8 — Captains, gallants and cheats cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Diſpatch with him, away; ſo, thanke you good Grandſire; this was bounteouſly done of him yfaith; it came ſomewhat hard from him at firſt; for indeed nothing comes ſtiffe from an old man but money: and he may well ſtand vpon that, when he has nothing elſe to ſtand vpon: where's our Port-mantua? Here Bully-Captaine. In with the purchaſe, t'will lie ſafe enough there vnder's noſe I warrant you: what, is all ſure? All's ſure Captaine. You know what followes now, one villane binds his fellowes; go, we muſt be all bound for our owne ſecurities raskals, there's no dallying' vppo'th point; you conceit me: there is a L. to be found bound in the morning, and al his followers, can you picke out that L. now? O admirable ſpirit! You nere plot for your ſafeties, ſo your wants be ſatisfied. But if we binde one another, how ſhall the laſt man be bound? Pox on't, Ile haue the footman ſcape. Thats I, I thanke you ſir. The Footman of all other will be ſuppoſde to ſcape, for he comes in no bed all night; but lies in's clothes, to be firſt ready i'th morning: the horſe and he lies in litter together; that's the right faſhion of your bonny Footman: and his freedome will make the better for our purpoſe; for we muſt haue one i'th morning to vnbinde the Knight, that we may haue our ſport within our ſelues: we now arriue at the moſt tickliſh point, to rob, and take our eaſe, to be theeues and lie by't, looker to't lads, it concernes euery mans gullet; Ile not haue the jeſt ſpoilde, that's certaine, tho it hazard a windepipe: Ile either go like a L. as I came, or be hangd like a theeſe as I am; and that's my reſolution. Troth a match Captaine, of all hands. Oh M. Penitent Brothel! What is't ſweet Lady Gulman, that ſo ſeazes on thee with rapture and admiration? A thought, a tricke, to make you ſir eſpecially happy, and yet I my ſelfe a ſauer by it. I would embrace that Lady with ſuch courage, I would not leaue you on the looſing hand. I wil giue truſt to you ſir, the cauſe then why I raiſde you from your bed ſo ſoone; wherein I know ſighs would not let you ſleepe, thus vnderſtand it: You loue that woman (M. Harebraines wife) Which no inuented meanes can crowne with freedome, For your deſires and her owne wiſh, but this, Which in my ſlumbers did preſent it ſelfe. I'me couetous Lady. you know her husband lingring in ſuſpect, Lockes her from all ſociety, but mine. Moſt true. I onely am admitted, yet hitherto That ha's done you no reall happines; by my admittance I cannot performe that deed, that ſhould pleaſe you, You know: wherefore thus I'ue conuaid'd it, Ile counterfet a fit of violent ſickenes. Good. Nay tis not ſo good by my faith, but to doe you good.