Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.82 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Good Morrow, and good welcome Captain Powts. Good Morrow to your honour, and all joy Spring from this match, and the first year a Boy, I commend these two verses a purpose, to salute your Honour. But how haps it Captain, that your intended marriage with my Father in Laws third daughter, is not solemnized today. My Lord tells you true Captain, it would have saved meat. Faith I know not, Mistress Kate likes me not, she says I speak as if I had a pudding in my mouth, and I answered her, If I had it was a white pudding, and then I was the better armed for a woman; for I had a case about me, so one laughed, and the other cried fie: the third said I was a Bawdy Captain, and there was all I could get of them. See Boy, if they be up yet, Maids are long liars I perceive. How if they will not admit me my Lord: Why should not they admit you my Lord, you cannot Commit with 'em my Lord. Marry therefore my Lord. But what should be the reason of her sudden alteration, she listened to thee once: Ha, Have you not heard my Lord, or d'ye not know. Not I, I swear. Then you know nothing that is worth the knowing. That's certain, he knows you. There's a young Merchant, a late Suitor, that deals by wholesale, and Heir to Land, well descended, of worthy education, beholding to Nature. Oh, 'tis young Strange. be't he that looks like an Italian Tailor? Out of the laced wheel, that wears a Bucket on's head? That is the man, yet believe me Captains, it is a noble sprightly Citizen. Has he money? Infinitely wealthy. Then Captain thou art cast, would I had gone for Cleveland; worldly loves money better than I love his Daughter, I'll to some Company in Garrison, God bye. Nay, ye shall dedicate this day to me, We speak but by the way man, near despair; I can assure you, she's yet as free as Air. And you may kill the Merchant with a look, I'd threaten him to death: my honoured Lord Shall be your friend, go too, I say he shall, You shall have his good word, shall he my Lord? 'sfoot, he shall have my bond to do him good. la, 'tis the worthiest Lord in Christendom: Oh Captain, for some fourscore brave Spirits, once To follow such a Lord in some attempt. A hundred Sir were better. here's more Guess. Is that Man and Wife? It is Sir Innocent Ninne, that's his Lady, And that M. Abraham their only son. But did that little, old, dried neat's tongue, that eel-skin get him. So 'tis said Captain. Methinks, he in his Lady, should show like a Needle in a Bottle of Hay. One may see by her Nose, what Pottage she loves. Is your name Abraham; Pray who dwells in your Mother's backside, at the sign of the Aquavitae bottle.
Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?)
Theater
before the Court;Whitefriars;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 697 · TCP A00725 · DEEP 575
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 245–289 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 32 in this edition
Length
505 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.817 (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)
Good Morrow, and good welcome Captaine Poutes. Good Morrow to your honour, and all ioy Spring from this match, and the first yeare a Boy, I commend these two verses a purpose, to salute your Honor. But how haps it Captaine, that your intended mariage with my Father in Lawes third daughter, is not solemnized to day. My Lorde tels you true Captaine, it woulde haue sau'd meat. Faith I know not, Mistris Kate likes me not, shee sayes I speake as if I had a pudding in my mouth, and I aunswered her, If I had it was a white pudding, and then I was the better arm'd for a woman; for I had a case about mee, so one laught, and the other eried fie: the third saide I was a Bawdy Captaine, and there was all I could get of them. See Boy, if they bee vp yet, Maids are long lyers I perceiue. How if they will not admit me my Lord: VVhy should not they admit you my Lorde, you cannot Commit with em my Lord. Marry therefore my Lord. But what should be the reason of her sodain alteration, she listned to thee once: Ha, Haue you not heard my Lord, or de'e not know. Not I, I sweare. Then you know nothing that is worth the knowing. That's certaine, he knowes you. There's a young Merchant, a late Sutor, that deals by wholesale, and Heire to Land, well descended, of worthy education, beholding to Nature. Oh, tis young Strange. Ist he that lookes like an Italian Taylour? Out of the lac'd wheele, that weares a Bucket on's head? That is the man, yet beleeue mee Captaiue, it is a noble sprightly Cittizen. Has he money? Infinitely wealthy. Then Captaine thou art cast, would I had gon for Cleeueland; Wordly loues money better then I loue his Daughter, Ile to some Company in Garrison, God b'wy. Nay, ye shall dedicate this day to me, We speake but by the way man, nere dispaire; I can assure you, shee's yet as free as Ayre. And you may kill the Merchant with a looke, I'de threaten him to death: my honor'd Lord Shall be your friend, goe too, I say he shall, You shall haue his good word, shall he my Lord? Sfut, he shall haue my bond to do him good. Law, Tis the worthiest Lord in Christendome: Oh Captaine, for some fourscore braue Spirits, once To follow such a Lord in some attempt. A hundred Sir were better. Heere's more Guesse. Is that Man and Wife? It is Sir Innocent Ninne, that's his Lady, And that M. Abraham their onely sonne. But did that little, old, dri'de Neats tongue, that Eele-skin get him. So tis said Captaine. Methinkes, he in his Lady, should shew like a Needle in a Bottle of Hay. One may see by her Nose, what Pottage shee loues. Is your name Abraham; Pray who dwels in your Mothers backside, at the signe of the Aqua-vitae bottle.