Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.88 · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Speak to him of her. Do you, and I'll fetch her to the hearing of it. Captain he-otter, your she-otter is coming, your Wife. Wife! Buz. Titinilitium. There's no such thing in nature. I confess, Gentlemen, I have a Cook, a Laundress, a House-Drudge, that serves my necessary turns, and goes under that title: But he's an Ass that will be so uxorious, to tie his affections to one Circle. Come, the name dulls appetite. Here, replenish again: another bout. Wiues are nasty, sluttish Animals. O, Captain. As ever the Earth bore, tribus verbis. Where's Master Tru-wit? he's slipped aside, Sir. But you must drink, and be jovial, Yes, give it me. And me, too. Let's be jovial. As jovial as you will. Agreed. Now you shall ha' the Bear, Cousin, and Sir Iohn Daw the Horse, and I'll ha' the Bull still. Sound Tritons o' the Thames. Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero— villains, Murderers, Sons of the Earth, and Traitors, what do you there? O, now the Trumpets have waked him, we shall have his company. A Wife is a scurvy Clogdogdo; an unlucky thing, a very foresaid Bear-whelp, without any good fashion or breeding: mala bestia. Why did you marry one then, Captain? A pox— I married with six thousand pound, I. I was in love with that. I ha' not kissed my Fury these forty weeks. The more to blame you, Captain. Nay, Mistress Otter, hear him a little first. She has a breath worse than my Grand-mothers, profecto. O treacherous Liar. Kiss me sweet Master Tru-wit, and prove him a slandering Knave. I'll rather believe you, Lady. And she has a peruke, that's like a pound of Hemp, made up in Shoo-thrids. O Viper, Mandrake! A most vile face! and yet she spends me forty pound a year in Mercurie, and Hogs-bones. All her Teeth were made i'the Blackfriars: both her eyebrows i'the Strand, and her Hair in Siver-street. Every part o' the Town owns a piece of her. I cannot hold. she takes herself asunder still when she goes to bed, into some twenty Boxes; and about next day noon is put together again, like a great German Clock: and so comes forth and rings a tedious 'larum to the whole House, and then is quiet again for an hour, but for her quarters. Ha' you done me right, Gentlemen? No, Sir, I'll do you right with my quarters, with my quarters. O, hold, good Princess. Sound, sound. A battle, a battle. You notorious stinkardly Bearward, does my breath smell? Under correction, dear Princess: look to my Bear, and my Horse, Gentlemen. Do I want Teeth, and Eyebrows, thou bulldog? Sound, sound still. No, I protest, under correction— ay, now you are under correction, you protest: but you did not protest before correction, Sir. Thou Iudas, to offer to betray thy Princess! I'll make thee an example— I will have no such examples in my House, Lady Otter. Ah—
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 636–675 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 52 in this edition
Length
495 words · 757 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
Speake to him of her. Doe you, and I'll fetch her to the hearing of it. Captaine hee-Otter, your ſhee-Otter is comming, your Wife. Wife! Buz. Titinilitium. There's no ſuch thing in nature. I confeſſe, Gentlemen, I haue a Cooke, a Laundreſſe, a Houſe-Drudge, that ſerues my neceſſary turnes, and goes vnder that title: But hee's an Aſſe that will bee ſo vxorious, to tye his affections to one Circle. Come, the name duls appetite. Here, repleniſh againe: another bout. Wiues are naſty, ſluttiſh Animalls. O, Captaine. As euer the Earth bare, tribus verbis. Where's Maſter Tru-wit? Hee's ſlipt aſide, Sir. But you muſt drinke, and be iouiall, Yes, giue it me. And me, too. Let's be iouiall. As iouiall as you will. Agreed. Now you ſhall ha' the Beare, Couſin, and Sir Iohn Daw the Horſe, and I'll ha' the Bull ſtill. Sound Tritons o' the Thames. Nunc eſt bibedum, nunc pede libero— Villaines, Murderers, Sonnes of the Earth, and Traytors, what doe you there? O, now the Trumpets haue wak'd him, wee ſhall haue his company. A Wife is a ſciruy Clogdogdo; an vnlucky thing, a very fore-ſaid Beare-whelpe, without any good faſhion or breeding: mala bestia. Why did you marry one then, Captaine? A poxe—I marryed with ſixe thouſand pound, I. I was in loue with that. I ha' not kiſt my Furie theſe fortie weekes. The more to blame you, Captaine. Nay, Miſtris Otter, heare him a little firſt. Shee has a breath worſe then my Grand-mothers, profecto. O trecherous Lyar. Kiſſe mee ſweete Maſter Tru-wit, and proue him a ſlandring Knaue. I'll rather beleeue you, Lady. And ſhee has a Perruke, that's like a pound of Hempe, made vp in Shoo-thrids. O Viper, Mandrake! A moſt vile face! and yet ſhe ſpends me fortie pound a yeere in Mercurie, and Hogs-bones. All her Teeth were made i'the Blacke-Friers: both her eye-browes i'the Strand, and her Haire in Siuer-ſtreet. Euery part o' the Towne ownes a piece of her. I cannot hold. Shee takes her ſelfe aſunder ſtill when ſhee goes to bed, into ſome twentie Boxes; and about next day noone is put together againe, like a great Germane Clocke: and ſo comes forth and rings a tedious larum to the whole Houſe, and then is quiet againe for an houre, but for her quarters. Ha' you done me right, Gentlemen? No, Sir, I'll doe you right with my quarters, with my quarters. O, hold, good Princeſſe. Sound, ſound. A battell, a battell. You notorious ſtinkardly Beareward, do's my breath ſmell? Vnder correction, deare Princeſſe: looke to my Beare, and my Horſe, Gentlemen. Doe I want Teeth, and Eye-browes, thou Bul-Dogge? Sound, ſound ſtill. No, I proteſt, vnder correction— I, now you are vnder correction, you proteſt: but you did not proteſt before correction, Sir. Thou Iudas, to offer to betray thy Princeſſe! I'll make thee an example— I will haue no ſuch examples in my Houſe, Lady Otter. Ah—