Heywood, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1594 (Annals) romance · Worcester's Men · Red Bull T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.81 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Well, I must have you now turn honest Thieves. He that commits a rape, shall sure be hanged: He that commits a murder, shall be murdered With the same weapon that did act the deed. He that robs pilgrims, or poor Travellers, That for devotions sake do pass these Mountains, He shall be naked tied to arms of Trees, And in the days heat stung with Wasps and Bees. Ye slaves, I'll teach you some civility. Captain, what shall he be done withal, that lies with a wench with her will, if he be hung that lies with one against her well. I'll have him whipped. See, see, I think the Captain hath been a Cook in his time, he can fit sweet meat with sour sauce. But what a fool is our Captain, to prescribe Laws to Outlaws? If we would have kept the Laws before in the City, we needed not to have been driven now to lead our lives in the Country. But Captain, since you are our Captain, we will resign unto you all our treasures and prisoners, and our spoils. Take possession of them in God's name, that came to us in the devils name. Your prisoners, spoils, and treasure all bring forth, That I may seize them as mine own by right; As heir to him whom I have slain in fight. villains I know you drag me to my death: And ye shall do me an exceeding grace. I am deceived but I have seen that face. Come, come you old graybeard, you must before our Captain: if he say vive then live; if not, thou diest if thou were his father. Villain, thou liest if thou wert my brother: He shall not die. Upon your low knees fall, And ask him pardon, or I'll hang you all. tween joy and fear amazed in heart I stand: Doth my son Charles lead this unruly band. Your only son, and all the sons you have, And borne his father's desperate life to save. How camest thou here? why dost thou call thyself My only son? having three brothers more, Which unto me thy beauteous mother bore. Once we were four, all fellow-prentices; And after fellow-soldiers, priest to serve The good Duke Robert in his holy wars. But in a storm, our ships so bravely manned, Were wracked; and save myself none swam to land. They perished there: I by the waves and winds Was driven upon this Coast of Italy, Where landing naked, save my trusty sword, This crew of bold bandettoes set upon me: But in the dangerous fight, by chance I slew The luckless Captain of this damned crew: Who since have made me Captain, here to stay, Till fortune grant me a more prosperous way. Mine eyes have vowed to die the self same death My sons have done: son let me weep a while, To bring the like destruction to my eyen; These in salt tears; they in a sea of brine.
nodes 471–516 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 44 in this edition
Length
502 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (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)
Well, I must haue you now turne honest Theeues. Hee that commits a rape, shall sure be hang'd: He that commits a murder, shall be murdered With the same weapon that did act the deed. Hee that robbes pilgrimes, or poore Trauellours, That for deuotions sake do passe these Mountaines, Hee shall bee naked tyed to armes of Trees, And in the daies heate stung with Waspes and Bees. Yee slaues, I'le teach you some ciuility. Captaine, what shall he be done withall, that lies with a wench with her will, if hee bee hung that lies with one against her well. I'le haue him whipt. See, see, I thinke the Captaine hath beene a Cooke in his time, han fit sweete meate with sowre sauce. But what a foole is our Captaine, to prescribe Lawes to Out-lawes? If we would haue kept the Lawes before in the Citty, wee needed not to haue bene driuen now to leade our liues in the Country. But Captaine, since you are our Captaine, we will resigne vnto you all our treasures and prisoners, and our spoiles. Take possession of them in Gods name, that came to vs in the deuils name. Your prisoners, spoiles, and treasure all bring forth, That I may seize them as mine owne by right; As heire to him whom I haue slaine in fight. Villaines I know you drag me to my death: And yee shall do me an exceeding grace. I am deceiu'd but I haue seene that face. Come, come you old gray-beard, you must before our Captaine: if he say Vie then liue; if not, thou diest if thou were his father. Villaine, thou liest if thou wert my brother: He shall not die. Vpon your low knees fall, And aske him pardon, or I'le hang you all. Tweene ioy and feare amaz'd in heart I stand: Doth my sonne Charles lead this vnruly band. Your onely sonne, and all the sonnes you haue, And borne his fathers desperate life to saue. How camst thou heere? why do'st thou call thy selfe My onely sonne? hauing three brothers more, Which vnto me thy beauteous mother bore. Once we were foure, all fellow-prentices; And after fellow-souldiers, prest to serue The good Duke Robert in his holy warres. But in a storme, our ships so brauely man'd, Were wrackt; and saue my selfe none swamme to land. They perisht there: I by the waues and winds Was driuen vpon this Coast of Italy, VVhere landing naked, saue my trusty sword, This crue of bold Bandetto's set vpon me: But in the dangerous fight, by chance I slue The lucklesse Captaine of this damned crue: VVho since haue made me Captaine, here to stay, Till fortune grant me a more prosperous way. Mine eies haue vow'd to die the selfe same death My sonnes haue done: sonne let me weepe a while, To bring the like destruction to my eyne; These in salt teares; they in a sea of brine.