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 0.83 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
damn thee & thy Sergeants, thou mercer's Punk. Thus will I kick thee and thy Farthingales. Hold Captain. What do you cast your whelps. What have I found you sir? have not I placed My Sakers, culverins, Demi-culverings, My Cannons, Demi-cannons, Basilisks, Upon her breach, and do I not stand, Ready with my Pike to make my entry, And are you come to man her? Good Captain hold. Are not her Bulwarks Parapets, Trenches, Scarves, counterscarfs, Fortifications, Curtains, Shadows, Mines, Countermines, Rampires, Forts, Ditches, Works, waterworks, And is not her half-moon mine, and do you bring A rescue goodman Knight Call up my men, Where be these knaves, have they no ears or hearts, Beat hence this rascal, some other fetch a warrant, I'll teach him know himself. Down with the slave. 'Tis not your beard shall carry it, down with the rogue. Not Hercules 'gainst twenty. A sirrah, I knew my hands no longer could forbear him, Why did you not strike the Knave, sir Oliver? Why so I did. But then it was too late. What would you have me do when I was down, And he stood thundering with his weapon drawn, Ready to cut my throat. The rogue is gone, And here's one from the Lady Somerfield, To entreat you come with all the speed you can, To Saint John's street. Which I will do. Gentlemen I am sorry you should be thus disturbed Within my house, but now all fear is past, You are most welcome: supper ended, I'll give a gracious answer to your suit, meanwhile let nought dismay, or keep you mute. Pay the Coachman Dash, pay him well, And thank him for his speed. Now Vivat Rex, The knot is knit, which not the law itself, With all his Hydra heads and strongest nerves, Is able to disjoin: Now let him hang, Fret out his guts, and swear the stars from Heaven, A never shall enjoy you, you shall be rich. Your Lady mother this day came to town In your pursuit: we will but shift some rags, And strait go take her blessing. That must not be, Furnish me with jewels, and then myself, Attended by you man and honest Beard, Will thither first, and with my Lady mother Crave a peace for you. I like that well, Her anger somewhat calmed, I brisk and fine, Some half hour after will present myself As son in law unto her, which she must needs Accept with gracious looks. I when she knows Before by me, from what an eminent plague Your wisdom has preserved me. ay, that, that, That will strike it dead: but here comes Beard. What are you sure, tide fast by heart and hand. I now do call her wife, she now is mine, Sealed and delivered by an honest Priest, At Saint Giles in the field. God give you joy sir. But where's mad Small-shank.
nodes 1482–1555 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 42 in this edition
Length
487 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Dambe thee & thy Sergeants, thou Mercers Punke. Thus will I kick thee and thy Farthingales. Hold Captaine. What do you cast your whelps. What haue I found you sir? haue not I plast My Sakers, Culuerings, Demi-culuerings, My Cannons, Demi-cannons, Basilisks, Vpon her breatch, and do I not stand, Ready with my Pike to make my entry, And are you come to man her? Good Captaine hold. Are not her Bulwarkes Parrapets, Trenches, Scarfes, Counter-scarfes, Fortifications, Curtaines, Shaddowes, Mines, Counter-mines, Rampires, Forts, Ditches, Workes, Water-workes, And is not her halfe-moone mine, and do you bring A rescue good-man Knight Call vp my men, Where be these knaues, haue they no ears or hearts, Beate hence this rascall, some other fetch a warrant, Ile teach him know himselfe. Downe with the slaue. 'Tis not your beard shall cary it, down with the rogue. Not Hercules gainst twenty. A sirra, I knew my hands no longer could forbeare him, Why did you not strike the Knaue, sir Oliuer? Why so I did. But then it was too late. What would you haue me do when I was downe, And hee stood thundring with his weapon drawne, Ready to cut my throte. The roague is gon, And heer's one from the Lady Somerfield, To intreat you come with all the speed you can, To Saint Iohns streete. Which I wil do. Gentlemen I am sorry you should be thus disturbed Within my house, but now all feare is past, You are most welcome: supper ended, Ile giue a gratious answer to your sute, Meane while let nought dismay, or keepe you mute. Pay the Coatch-man Dash, pay him well, And thanke him for his speed. Now Viuat Rex, The knot is knit, which not the law it selfe, With all his Hydra heads and strongest nerues, Is able to disioyne: Now let him hang, Fret out hs guts, and sweare the starres from Heauen, A neuer shall enioy you, you shall be rich. Your Lady mother this day came to towne In your pursute: wee will but shift some ragges, And straite goe take her blessing. That must not be, Furnish me with Iewels, and then my selfe, Attended by you man and honest Beard, Will thether first, and with my Lady mother Craue a peace for you. I like that well, Her anger some-what calm'd, I brisk and fine, Some halfe houre after will present my selfe As sonne in law vnto her, which she must needs Accept with gratious lookes. I when shee knowes Before by me, from what an eminent plague Your wisdome has preseru'd me. I, that, that, That will strike it dead: but heere comes Beard. What are you sure, tide fast by heart and hand. I now do call her wife, she now is mine, Seald and deliuered by an honest Priest, At Saint Giles in the field. God giue you ioy sir. But where's mad Smal-shanke.