Barry, Lording · published 1611 · first performed or written 1608 [1608-1610(?)] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.85 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Nay let him do his worst, make your match sure, And fear not me, I never yet did fear Any thing my master could do to me. What noise is that, go see Adriana, And bring me word: I am so haunted With a swaggering Captain, that swears God bless us Like a very termagant, a Rascal knave, That says he will kill all men which seeks to wed me. O Mistress! Captain Puff half drunk, is now Coming up stairs. O God have you no room Beyond this Chamber, has sworn to kill me, And piss in my very visnomy, What are you afraid Sir Oliver? Not afraid, But of all men I love not to meddle with a Drunkard: Have you any Rome backwards. None Sir. Is there near a Trunk or cupboard for him, Is there near a hole backwards to hide him in. I must speak with her. O God 'a comes. Creep under my Mistress Farthingale Knight, That's the best and safest place in the Chamber. I there, there, that he will never mistrust. Enter Knight, keep close, gather yourself Round like a Hedgehog stir not whate'er you near, See or smell Knight, God bless us, here 'a comes. Bless thee widow and wife. Sir get you gone. Leave my house, or I will have you conjured With such a spell, you never yet have heard of, Have you no other place to vent your froth, But in my house, is this the fittest place, Your Captainship can find to puff in: ha! How, am I not thy spouse, didst thou not say, These arms should clip thy naked body fast, Betwixt two linen sheets, and be sole Lord Of all thy pewter work, thy word is past, And know that man is powder, dust, and earth, That shall once dare to think thee for his wife. How now you slave, one call the Constable. No Constable with all his halberteers, Dare once advance his head, or peep up stairs, If I cry but keep down: have I not lived, And marched on the sieged walls, In thunder, lightning, rain, and snow, And eke in shot of powdered balls, Whose costly marks are yet to show? Captain Face, for my last husband's sake, With whom you were familiarly acquainted, I am content to wink at these rude tricks, But hence, trouble me no more, if you do, I shall lay you fast, where you shall see No Sun or Moon. Nor yet the Northern Pole, A fico for the Sun and Moon, let me live in a hole, So these two stars may shine. Sir, get you gone, You swaggering, cheating, Turnbull-street rogue, Or I will hale you to the common-jail, Where Lice shall eat you. Go to, I shall spurn And slash your petticoat. Run to the Counter, Fetch me a red-bearded sergeant, I'll make You Captain think the Devil of hell is come To fetch you, if he once fasten on you.
nodes 1414–1481 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 42 in this edition
Length
499 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.853 (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)
Nay let him do his worst, make your match sure, And feare not me, I neuer yet did feare Any thing my maister could doe to mee. What noyse is that, goe see Adriana, And bring me word: I am so haunted With a swaggering Captaine, that sweares God blesse vs Like a very Tarmagant, a Raskall knaue, That saies he will kill all men which seekes to wed me. O Mistrisse! Captaine Puffe halfe drunke, is now Comming vp staires. O God haue you no roome Beyond this Chamber, has sworne to kill me, And pisse in my very visnomy, What are you afraid Sir Oliuer? Not affraid, But of all men I loue not to meddle with a Drunkard: Haue you any Rome backwards. None Sir. Is there nere a Trunke or Cubbert for him, Is there nere a hole backwards to hide him in. I must speake with her. O God a comes. Creepe vnder my Mistrisse Farthingale Knight, That's the best and safest place in the Chamber. I there, there, that he will neuer mistrust. Enter Knight, keepe close, gather your selfe Round like a Hedge-hog stirre not what ere you neere, See or smell Knight, God blesse vs, here a comes. Blesse thee widdow and wife. Sir get you gon. Leaue my house, or I will haue you coniur'd With such a spell, you neuer yet haue heard of, Haue you no other place to vent your froth, But in my house, is this the fittest place, Your Captaineship can find to puff in: ha! How, am I not thy spouse, didst thou not say, These armes should clip thy naked body fast, Betwixt two linnen sheetes, and be sole Lord Of all thy pewter worke, thy word is past, And know that man is powder, dust, and earth, That shall once dare to thinke thee for his wife. How now you slaue, one call the Constable. No Constable with all his Holberteeres, Dare once aduance his head, or peepe vp staires, If I crye but keepe downe: haue I not liu'd, And mached on the sieged walles, In thunder, lightning, raine, and snow, And eake in shotte of powdered balls, Whose costly markes are yet to show? Captaine Face, for my last husbands sake, With whom you were familiarly acquainted, I am content to winke at these rude tricks, But hence, trouble me no more, if you doe, I shall lay you fast, where you shall see No Sunne or Moone. Nor yet the Northen Pole, A fico for the Sunne and Moone, let me liue in a hole, So these two starres may shine. Sir, get you gon, You swaggering, cheating, Turne-bul-streete roague, Or I will hale you to the common-Iayle, Where Lyce shall eate you. Go to, I shall spurne And slash your petti-coate. Runne to the Counter, Fetch me a red-bearded Sargeant, Ile make You Captaine thinke the Deuill of hell is come To fetch you, if hee once fasten on you.