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 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Nay, Gods will, you are too blame indeed, if my Lord say so. My lord's an Ass, and you are another. Sweet Mistress Luce; let you and I withdraw, this is his humour. Send for the Constable. Sirrah, I'll beat you with a pudding on the change. Thou dar'st as well kiss the wide mouthed Canon At his discharging, or perform as much As thou dar'st speak: For Soldier you shall know, Some can use swords, that wear 'em not for show. Why Captain, though ye be a man of war, you cannot subdue affection; you have no alacrity in your eye, and you speak as if you were in a Dream, you are of so melancholy and dull a disposition, that on my Conscience you would never get Children; Nay nor on my body neither: and what a sin were it in me, and a most pregnant sign of Concupiscence, to marry a man that wants the metal of Generation; since that is the blessing ordained for Marriage, procreation the only end of it. Besides, if I could love you; I shall be here at home, and you in Cleveland abroad; I among the bold Britons, and you among the hot shots. No more puffing good Captain; leave batteries with your breath, the short is this: This worthy Count, this Morning makes my Son; And with that happy Marriage this proceeds: Worldly's my Name, Wordly must be my deeds. I will pray for Civil wars, to cut thy throat without danger Merchant, I will turn pirate, but I'll be revenged on thee. Do Captain do, a halter will take up our quarrel then. zounds, I will be revenged upon ye all. The strange adventure thouart now to make In that small Pinnace, is more perilous Than any hazard thou couldst undergo, Remember a scorned Soldier told thee so. Go walk the Captain good sir Abraham. Good faith Sir, I had rather walk your horse, I will not meddle with him, I would not keep him Company in his drink for a world. But what good do you Sir Abraham on my daughter, I could be e'en content, my Lucida Would skip your wit, and look upon your wealth, And this one day let Hymen Crown ye all. Oh no, she laughs at me; and scorns my suit For she is wilder, and more hard withal, Then Beast, or Bird, or Tree, or stony wall. Ha, Godamercy old Hieronimo. Yet might she love me for my lovely eyes: ay but perhaps your nose she doth despise. Yet might she love me for my dimpled chin: ay but she sees your Beard is very thin. Yet might she love me for my proper body: ay, but she thinks you are an arrant Noddy. Yet might she love me, cause I am an heir: ay, but perhaps she does not like your ware. Yet might she love me in despite of all: ay, but indeed I cannot love at all. Well Luce, respect Sir Abraham I charge you.
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 367–409 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 32 in this edition
Length
506 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (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, Gods will, you are too blame indeede, if my Lord say so. My Lord'san Asse, and you are another. Sweete Mistris Luce; let you and I withdraw, this is his humor. Send for the Constable. Sirra, Ile beate you with a pudding on the change. Thou dar'st as wel kisse the wide mouthed Canon At his discharging, or performe as much As thou dar'st speake: For Souldier you shall know, Some can vse swords, that weare em not for show. Why Captaine, though ye be a man of warre, you cannot subdue affection; you haue no alacritie in your eie, and you speake as if you were in a Dreame, you are of so melancholy and dull a disposition, that on my Conscience you would neuer get Children; Nay nor on my bodie neither: and what a sinne were it in me, and a most pregnant signe of Concupiscence, to marrie a man that wantes the mettall of Generation; since that is the blessing ordain'de for Marriage, procreation the onely end of it. Besides, if I could loue you; I shall be heer at home, and you in Cleeueland abroad; I among the bold Brittaines, and you among the hot shots. No more puffing good Captaine; leaue batteries with your breath, the short is this: This worthy Count, this Morning makes my Son; And with that happie Marriage this proceeds: Worldly's my Name, Wordly must be my deeds. I will pray for Ciuill wars, to cut thy throat without danger Marchant, I will turne Pyrate, but Ile be reueng'd on thee. Do Captaine do, a halter will take vp our quarrel then. Zoones, I will be reueng'd vpon ye all. The strange aduenture th'art now to make In that small Pinnace, is more perillous Then any hazard thou could'st vndergo, Remember a scorn'd Souldier tolde thee so. Go walke the Captaine good sir Abraham. Good faith Sir, I had rather walke your horse, I will not meddle with him, I would not keepe him Companie in his drinke for a world. But what good doo you Sir Abraham on my daughter, I could be c'ne content, my Lucida Would skip your wit, and looke vpon your wealth, And this one day let Hymen Crowne ye all. Oh no, she laughes at me; and scornes my sute For she is wilder, and more hard withall, Then Beast, or Bird, or Tree, or stonie wall. Ha, Godamercie old Hieronimo. Yet might she loue me for my louely eies: I but perhaps your nose she doth despise. Yet might she loue me for my dimpled chin: I but she sees your Beard is verie thin. Yet might she loue me for my proper bodie: I, but she thinkes you are an arrant Noddie. Yet might she loue me, cause I am an heire: I, but perhaps she does not like your ware. Yet might she loue me in despight of all: I, but indeed I cannot loue at all. Well Luce, respect Sir Abraham I charge you.