Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.86 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Marry sir, as bona Mulier is said to be false Latin, because though bona be good, Mulier is nought; so to say my father is an honest tailor, is false English; for though my father be honest, yet the tailor is a thief. Believe it a rare shred, not of homespun cloth upon my life: tailor, go, send the schoolmaster to me at night and I'll pay him. Thank you good Captain, and if you do not pay him, at night my wife will come to you herself, that's certain, and you know what a tongue she has. Like the sting of a Scorpion, she nails mine ears to the pillory with it, in the shame and torment she does me. Go I will void this Bill and avoid her. I thank you sir. Lieutenant, is not this a brave gullery? The slave has a pretty wife, and she will never have me pay him, because she may ever come to my chamber, as she says, to rail at me, and then she goes home and tells her husband she has tickled me i'faith. By my life, a rare jest. Thou mayst see this Boy is no shred of a tailor, is he not right of my look and spirit? Right as a line, i'faith. And will agree in the halter.— Save you Captain Quintiliano. And dost thou live my noble Lodovico? Boy, take my cloak, when shall's have a rouse, ha? my Lieutenant and I were drunk last night, with drinking health on our knees to thee. Why, would not your legs bear you Sir? How many miles to midsummer? 'Sblood, whose fool are you? are not you the tassel of a Gander? No indeed not I Sir: I am your poor friend Sir glad to see you in health. Health? 'Sfoot, how mean you that? d'ee think I came lately out ath' powdering Tub? Gossave me Sir 'twas the furthest part of my thought. Why you're not angry, are you? No, nor you shall not be. 'Sblood, I hope I may and I will. Be and you dare Sir. Dare? ay, dare. Plague on thee, thouart the mad'st Lodovico in the world, 'sfoot do thou stab me, and thoust a mind to't, or bid me stab myself, is this thy friend? dost thou love Lodovico? With my heart I protest Sir. S'heart, a lies in's throat that does not; and whence com'st thou wag, ha? even new arrived from Padua Sir to see fashions. Give me thy hand, thouart welcome; and for thy fashions, thou shalt first drink and wench it: to which end we will carouse a little, some six or seven miles hence, and every man carry his wench. But where shall we have them Captain? have'em Lieutenant? if we have'em not, my Valentine shall be one, and she shall take a neighbour or two with her to see their nursed child's or so; we'll want for no wenches I warrant thee, But who comes here? O 'tis my Barber.
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Length
504 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (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)
Marry sir, as bona Mulier is said to be false Latin, because though bona be good, Mulier is naught; so to say my father is an honest Taylor, is false English; for though my father be honest, yet the Taylor is a theefe. Beleeue it a rare shred, not of home-spunne cloth vpon my life: Taylor, goe, send the schoole-master to me at night and Ile pay him. Thanke you good Captaine, and if you doe not pay him, at night my wife will come to you her selfe, that's certaine, and you know what a tongue shee has. Like the sting of a Scorpion, shee nailes mine eares to the pillory with it, in the shame and torment shee does me. Goe I will voide this Bill and auoide her. I thanke you sir. Lieftenant, is not this a braue gullery? The slaue has a pretty wife, and shee will neuer haue me pay him, because shee may euer come to my chamber, as shee sayes, to raile at me, and then shee goes home and tels her husband shee has tickled me yfaith. By my life, a rare jest. Thou maist see this Boy is no shred of a Taylor, is he not right of my looke and spirit? Right as a line, yfaith. And will agree in the halter.—Saue you Captaine Quintiliano. And do'st thou liue my noble Lodouico? Boy, take my cloake, when shals haue a rouse, ha? my Lieftenant and I were drunke last night, with drinking health on our knees to thee. Why, would not your legs beare you Sir? How many miles to midsommer? S'blood, whose foole are you? are not you the tassell of a Gander? No indeede not I Sir: I am your poore friend Sir glad to see you in health. Health? S'fut, how meane you that? dee thinke I came lately out ath' powdering Tubbe? Gossaue mee Sir 'twas the furthest part of my thought. Why y'are not angry, are you? No, nor you shall not be. S'blood, I hope I may and I will. Be and you dare Sir. Dare? I, dare. Plague on thee, th'art the mad'st Lodouico in the world, s'fut doe thou stabbe me, and th'ast a minde too't, or bid me stabbe my selfe, is this thy friend? do'st thou loue Lodouico? With my heart I protest Sir. S'heart, a lyes in's throate that does not; and whence com'st thou wagge, ha? Euen new arriued from Padua Sir to see fashios. Giue me thy hand, th'art welcome▪ and for thy fashions, thou shalt first drinke and wench it: to which end we will carouse a little, some sixe or seauen miles hence, and euery man carry his wench. But where shall we haue them Captaine? Haue'em Lieftenant? if we haue'em not, my Valentine shall be one, and shee shall take a neighbour or two with her to see their nurst childes or so; wee'll want for no wenches I warrant thee, But who comes here? O tis my Barber.