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 0.87 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Come, come, Captain, pray shake the hand of acquaintance with this Gentleman, he is in bodily fear of you. Sir, I use not to bite any man. Indeed Sir, that would show you are no Gentleman, I would you would bid me be covered: I am a knight, I was Knighted a purpose to come a-wooing to Mistress Lucida, the middle Sister, Sir Iohn Worldly's second daughter; and she said she would have me, if I could make her a Lady, and I can do't now; Oh here she comes. My Bride will never be ready I think: here are the other Sisters. Look you my Lord; There's Lucida wears the Willow Garland, for you; and will so go to Church I hear: and look you Captain, that's the Merchant. Now doth the pot of Love boil in my bosom; Cupid doth blow the fire; and I cannot Rhyme to bosom, but I'll go reason with her. You'll make her jointure of that five hundred you say, that is your inheritance, M. Strange? Sir I will. Kate, you do love him? Yes faith Father, with all my heart. Take hands, kiss him, her portion is four thousand. Good-morrow my son Count, you stay long for your Bride; but this is the day that sells her, and she must come forth like my Daughter, and your Wife. I pray salute this Gentleman as your Brother, This morn shall make him so; and though his habit But speak him Citizen, I know his worth To be gentile in all parts. Captain, Sir. Captain, I could have been contented well You should have married Kate. So could not Kate. You have an honourable Title; a Soldier is a very honourable Title: A Captain is a Commander of Soldiers; But look you Captain, Captains have no money, therefore the Worldlies must not match with Captains. So Sir, so. There are brave wars. Where? Find them out brave Captain, Win honour, and get money by that time; I'll get a Daughter for my Noble Captain. Good Sir, good. Honour is Honour, but it is no money, This is the Tumbler then must catch the Coney. Thou'rt an old fellow: Are you a Merchant Sir? I shame not to say yes? Are you a Soldier Sir? A Soldier Sir; Oh God I, he is a Captain. He may be so, and yet no Soldier Sir: For as many are Soldiers, that are no Captains; so many are Captains that are no Soldiers. Right Sir: and as many are Citizens that are no Cuckolds. So, many are Cuckolds, that are no Citizens. What ail you Sir, with your robustious looks? I would be glad to see for my money, I have paid for my standing. You are the Nobler Captain Sir: For I know many that usurp that name, Whose standings pay for them. You are a peddler. You are a Potgun. Merchant, I would thou hadst an Iron Tale Like me. Fie Captain, you are too blame.
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 324–366 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 32 in this edition
Length
501 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.869 (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)
Come, come, Captaine, pray shake the hand of acquaintance with this Gentleman, he is in bodily feare of you. Sir, I vse not to bite any man. Indeed Sir, that would shew you are no Gentleman, I would you would bid me be couer'd: I am a knight, I was Knighted a purpose to come a wooing to Mistris Lucida, the middle Sister, Sir Iohn Worldlyes second daughter; and she saide she would haue mee, if I could make her a Ladie, and I can doo't now; Oh heere she comes. My Bride will neuer be readie I thinke: heer are the other Sisters. Looke you my Lorde; There's Lucida weares the Willow Garland, for you; and will so go to Church I hear: and looke you Captaine, that's the Merchant. Now doth the pot of Loue boile in my bosome; Cupid doth blow the fire; and I cannot Rime to bosome, but Ile go reason with her. Youle make her ioynture of that fiue hundred you say, that is your inheritance, M. Strange? Sir I will. Kate, you do loue him? Yes faith Father, with all my heart. Take hands, kisse him, her portion is foure thousand. Good-morrow my sonne Count, you stay long for your Bride; but this is the day that sels her, and shee must come forth like my Daughter, and your Wife. I pray salute this Gentleman as your Brother, This morne shall make him so; and though his habit But speake him Cittizen, I know his worth To be gentile in all parts. Captaine, Sir. Captaine, I could haue beene contented well You should haue married Kate. So could not Kate. You haue an honourable Title; a Souldier is a verie honourable Title: A Captaine is a Commander of Soldiers; But look you Captaine, Captaines haue no money, therefore the Worldlies must not match with Captaines. So Sir, so. There are braue warres. Where? Finde them out braue Captaine, Win honor, and get monie by that time; Ile get a Daughter for my Noble Captaine. Good Sir, good. Honor is Honor, but it is no money, This is the Tumbler then must catch the Coney. Thou'rt an old fellow: Are you a Marchant Sir? I shame not to say yes? Are you a Souldier Sir? A Soldier Sir; Oh God I, he is a Captaine. He may be so, and yet no Souldier Sir: For as many are Soldiers, that are no Captaines; so manie are Captaines that are no Soldiers. Right Sir: and as manie are Cittizens that are no Cuckolds. So, many are Cuckolds, that are no Citizens. What ayle you Sir, with your robustious lookes? I would be glad to see for my money, I haue payde for my standing. You are the Nobler Captaine Sir: For I know manie that vsurpe that name, Whose standings pay for them. You are a Pedler. You are a Pot-gun. Merchant, I would thou hadst an Iron Tale Like me. Fie Captaine, you are too blame.