Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.81 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
But art thou sure he came not up again? He may come up, but near to call you brother. But art sure he had water enough to drown him? Sure Sir he wanted none. I would not have him want, I loved him better; here I forgive thee: and i'faith be plain, how do I bear it? Very wisely Sir. Fill him some wine. Thou dost not see me moved, these transitory toys near trouble me, he's in a better place my friend, I know't. Some fellows would have cried now, and have cursed thee, and fallen out with their meat, and kept a pother; but all this helps not, he was too good for us, and let God keep him: there's the right use on't friend. Off with thy drink, thou hast a spice of sorrow makes thee dry: fill him another, Savill, your Masters dead, and who am I now Savill? Nay, let's all bear it well, wipe, Savill, wipe, tears are but thrown away: we shall have wenches now, shall we not Savill? Drink to my friend Captain. Yes Sir. And drink innumerable. Yes forsooth Sir. And you'll strain curtsy and be drunk a little. I would be glad, Sir, to do my weak endeavour. You may be brought in time to love a wench too. In time the sturdy Oak Sir. Some more wine for my friend there. I shall be drunk anon for my good news: but I have a loving brother, that's my comfort. here's to you sir, this is the worst I wish you for your news: and if I had another elder brother, and say it were his chance to feed more fishes, I should be still the same you see me now, a poor contented Gentleman. More wine for my friend there, he's dry again. I shall be if I follow this beginning. Well, my dear brother, if I scape this drowning, 'tis your turn next to sink, you shall duck twice before I help you. Sir I cannot drink more, 'pray let me have your pardon. O Lord sir, 'tis your modesty: more wine, give him a bigger glass; hug him my Captain, thou shalt be my chief mourner. And this my pennon. Sir a full rouse to you, and to my Lo. of Land here. I feel a buzzing in my brains, pray God they bear this out, and I'll near trouble them so far again. here's to you Sir. To my dear Steward, down a your knees you infidel, you Pagan; be drunk and penitent. Forgive me Sir and i'll be any thing. Then be a Bawd: I'll have thee a brave bawd. Sir I must take my leave of you, my business is so urgent. Let's have a bridling cast before you go. fills a new stoup. I dare not Sir by no means. Have you any mind to a wench? I would fain gratify you for the pains you took Sir.
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Length
495 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
But art thou sure he came not vp againe? He may come vp, but nere to call you brother. But art sure he had water enough to drowne him? Sure Sir he wanted none. I would not haue him want, I lou'd him better; heere I forgiue thee: and aith bec plaine, how doe I beare it? Very wisely Sir. Fill him some wine. Thou dost not see me moou'd, these transitory toyes nere trouble me, hee's in a better place my friend, I know't. Some fellowes would haue cryed now, and haue curst thee, and falne out with their meat, and kept a pudder; but all this helps not, he was too good for vs, and let God keepe him: there's the right vse on't friend. Off with thy drinke, thou hast a spice of sorrow makes thee dry: fill him another, Sauill, your Masters dead, and who am I now Sauill? Nay, let's all beare it well, wipe, Sauill, wipe, teares are but throwne away: we shall haue wenches now, shal we not Sauill? Drinke to my friend Captaine. Yes Sir. And drinke inumerable. Yes forsooth Sir. And you'le straine cursie and be drunke a little. I would be glad, Sir, to doe my weake indeauour. You may be brought in time to loue a wench too. In time the sturdie Oake Sir. Some more wine for my friend there. I shall be drunke anon for my good newes: but I haue a louing brother, that's my comfort. Heere's to you sir, this is the worst I wish you for your newes: and if I had another elder brother, and say it were his chance to feede more fishes, I should bee still the same you see me now, a poore contented Gentleman. More wine for my friend there, hee's dry againe. I shall be if I follow this beginning. Well, my deare brother, if I scape this drowning, 'tis your turne next to sinke, you shall ducke twice before I helpe you. Sir I cannot drinke more, 'pray let me haue your pardon. O Lord sir, 'tis your modestie: more wine, giue him a bigger glasse; hugge him my Captaine, thou shalt bee my cheefe mourner. And this my pennon. Sir a ful rouse to you, and to my Lo. of Land heere. I fecle a buzzing in my braines, pray God they beare this out, and Ile nere trouble them so far againe. Heers to you Sir. To my deare Steward, downe a your knees you indel, you Pagan; be drunke and penitent. Forgiue me Sir and ile be any thing. Then be a Baude: Ile haue thee a braue Baud. Sir I must take my leaue of you, my busines is so vrgent. Lets haue a bridling cast before you goe. Fils a new stoupe. I dare not Sir by no meanes. Haue you any minde to a wench? I would faine gratifie you for the paines you tooke Sir.