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 0.84 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Good Sir looke afore you, hee'le worke you out of all else: if you sell all your Land, you haue sold your Countrey, and then you must to sea to seeke your brother, and there lye pickled in a poudering tub, and breake your teeth with biskets and hard beefe that must haue watering Sir: and where's your 300. pounds a yeere in drinke then? I you'e tun vp the straights you may, for you haue no calling for drinke there, but with a Cannon, nor no scoring but on your ships sides, and then if you scape with life, and take a fagot boat, and a bottle of Vsqbaugh, come home pooe men, like a type o Theames Strt stinking of pitch and poore Iohn. I cannot tell Sir, I woul be th to s . steward, you are an Ass, a measled mongrel, and were it not again the peace of my sovereign friend here, I would break your forecasting coxcomb, dog I would, even with thy staff of office there, thy pen and Inkhorn. Noble boy, the god of gold here has said thee well, take money for thy dirt: hark & believe, thou art cold of constitution, thy seat unhealthful, sell & be wise; we are three that will adorn thee, and live according to thine own heart child: mirth shall be only ours, and only ours shall be the black eyed beauties of the time. Money makes men eternal. Do what you will, 'tis the noblest course, than you may live without the charge of people, only we four will make a family, I and an age that shall beget new Annals, in which I'll write thy life my son of pleasure, equal with Nero or Caligula. What mean they Captain? Two roaring boys of Rome that made all split. Come Sir, what dare you give? You will not sell Sir? Who told you so Sir? Good Sir have a care. Peace, or I'll tack your tongue up to your roof. What money? speak. six thousand pound Sir. Take it, h'as overbidden by the Sun: bind him to his bargain quickly. Come, strike me luck with earnest, and draw the writings. There's a God's penny for thee. Sir, for my old Master's sake let my Farm be excepted, if I become his tenant I am undone, my children beggars, and my wife God knows what: consider me dear Sir. I'll have all in or none. All in, all in: dispatch the writings. Go, thou art a pretty forehanded fellow, would thou wert wiser. Now do I sensibly begin to feel myself a rascal: would I could teach a School, or beg, or lie well, I am utterly undone; now he that taught thee to deceive and cousen, take thee to his mercy: so be it. Come widow, come, never stand upon a knighthood, 'tis a mere paper honour, and not proof enough for a Sergeant. Come, come, I'll make thee—
nodes 427–446 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 46 in this edition
Length
495 words · 671 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)
Good Sir looke afore you, hee'le worke you out of all else: if you sell all your Land, you haue sold your Countrey, and then you must to sea to seeke your brother, and there lye pickled in a poudering tub, and breake your teeth with biskets and hard beefe that must haue watering Sir: and where's your 300. pounds a yeere in drinke then? I you'e tun vp the straights you may, for you haue no calling for drinke there, but with a Cannon, nor no scoring but on your ships sides, and then if you scape with life, and take a fagot boat, and a bottle of Vsqbaugh, come home pooe men, like a type o Theames Strt stinking of pitch and poore Iohn. I cannot tell Sir, I woul be th to s . Steweard, you are an Asse, a measel'd mungrell, and were it not againe the peace of my soueraigne fiend heere, I would breake your forecasting coxcombe, dogge I would, euen with thy saffe of ffice there, thy pen and Inkhorne. Noble boy, the god of gold here has sed thee well, take mony for thy : & beleeue, thou art cold of constion, thy seat vnhealthful, sell & be wise; we are three that will adorne thee, and liue according to thine owne heart childe: mirth shall be onely ous, and onely ours shal be the blacke eyde beauties of the time. Money makes men eternall. Doe what you will, 'tis the noblest course, then you may liue without the charge of people, onely wee foure will make a family, I and a age that shall beget new Annals, in whch Ile write thy life my sonne of pleasure, equall with Nor or Caliula. What meane they Captaine? Two roring boyes of Rome that made all split. Come Sir, what dare you giue? You will not sell Sir? VVho told you so Sir? Good Sir haue a care. Peace, or Ile tacke your tongue vp to your roofe. What money? speake. Sixe thousand pound Sir. Take it, h'as ouerbidden by the Sunne: binde him to his bargaine quickly. Come, strike mee lucke with earnest, and draw the writings. There's a Gods penny for thee. Sir, for my old Masters sake let my Farme be excepted, if I become his tenant I am vndone, my children beggers, and my wife God knowes what: consider me deare Sir. Ile haue all in or none. All in, all in: dispatch the writings. Goe, thou art a pretty forehanded fellow, would thou wert wiser. Now doe I sensibly begin to feele my selfe a rascall: would I could teach a Schoole, or begge, or lye well, I am vtterly vndone; now he that taught thee to deceiue and cousen, take thee to his mercy: so be it. Come widdow, come, neuer stand vpon a knighthood, 'tis a meere paper honour, and not proofe enough for a Sergeant. Come, come, Ile make thee —