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 0.85 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Drink Mr. Moorecraft, pray be merry all: Nay and you will not drink there's no society. Captain speak loud, and drink: widow a word. Expound her thoroughly Knight. Here God a gold, here's to thy fair possessions: be a baron, and a bold one: leave off your tickling of young heirs like trouts, and, let thy chimneys smoke. Feed men of war, live and be honest, and be saved yet. I thank you worthy Captain for your counsel. You keep your chimneys smoking there, your nostrils, and when you can, you feed a man of war: this makes not you a baron, but a bare-one: and how or when you shall be saved, let the clerk o'th' company (you have commanded) have a just care of. The man is much is much moved. Be not angry Sir, but as the Poet sings; Let your displeasure be a short fury, and go out. You have spoke home, and bitterly, to me Sir? Captain take truce the Miser is a tart and a witty whoreson. Poet you feign perdie, the wit-of this man lies in his finger's ends, he must tell all: his tongue fills but his mouth like a neatstongue, and only serves to lick his hungry chaps after a purchase: his brains and brimstone are the devils diet to a fat usurers head. To her Knight, to her: clap her aboard and stow her. Where's the brave Steward? Here's your poor friend, and Savil Sir. A way, thouart rich in ornaments of nature. First in thy face, thou hast a serious face, a betting, bargaining, and saving face, a rich face, pawn it to the Usurer; a face to kindle the compassion of the most ignorant and frozen justice. 'Tis such, I dare not show it shortly sir. By blithe and bonny Steward: Master Moorecraft, Drink to this man of reckoning. here's e'en to him. The Devil guide it downward: would there were in't an acre of the great broom field he bought, to sweep your dirty conscience, or to choke ye, 'tis all one to me Usurer. Consider what I told you, you are young, unapt for worldly business: Is it fit one of such tenderness, so delicate, so contrary to things of care, should stir and break her better meditations, in the bare brokage of a brace of Angels? or a new kirtle, though it be of satin? Eat by the hope of surfeits, and lie down only in expectation of a morrow that may undo some easy hearted fool, or reach a widows curses? Let out money, whose use returns the principal? and get out of these troubles, a consuming heir: For such a one must follow necessary, you shall die hated, if not old and miserable; and that possessed wealth that you got with pining, live to see tumbled to another's hands, that is no more akin to you, than you to his cozenage.
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Length
488 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.853 (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)
Drinke Mr. Moorecraft, praye be merry all: Nay and you willl not drinke ther's no society. Captaine speake lowd, and drinke: widdow a word. Expound her throughly Knight. Here God a gold, here's to thy faire possessions: Bee a Barron, and a bolde one: leaue off your tickling of young heires like trouts, and, let thy chimneys smoke. Feede men of war, liue and bee honest, and be saued yet. I thanke you worthy Captain for your counsell. You keep your chimneys smoking there, your nostrels, and when you can, you feede a man of war: this makes not you a Barron, but a bareone: and how or when you shall be saued, let the clarke o'th company (you haue commanded) haue a iust care of. The man is much is much moued. Be not angry Sir, but as the Poet sings; Let your displeasure be a short furie, and goe out. You haue spoke home, and bitterly, to me Sir? Captain take truce the Miser is a tart and a witty whorson. Poet you faine perdie, the wit-of this man lies in his fingers ends, he must tell al: his tongue fils but his mouth like a nearstongne, and onely serues to lick his hungry chaps after a purchase: his braines and brimstone are the Diuels diet to a fat vserers head. To her Knight, to her: clap her abourd and stow her. Wheres the braue Steward? Heres your poore friend, and Sauil Sir. A way, th'art rich in ornaments of nature. First in thy face, thou hast a serious face, a betting, bargaining, and sauing face, face, pawne it to the Vsurer; a face to kindle the compassion of the most ignorant and frozen Iustice. 'Tis such, I dare not shew it shortly sir. By blithe and bonny Steward: Master Moorecraft, Drinke to this man of reckoning. Heere's e'ne to him. The Diuell guide it downward: vvould there vvere in't an acre of the great broome field he bought, to sweepe your durty conscience, or to choake ye, 'tis all one to me Vsurer. Consider what I told you, you are young, vnapt for worldly busines: Is it fit one of such tendernes, so delicate, so contrary to things of care, should stirre and breake her better m ditations, in the bare brokage of a brace of Angels? or a new kirtell, though it be of satten? Eate by the hope of surfets, and lie downe onely in expectation of a morrow that may vndoe some easie har- ted foole, or reach a widowes curses? Let out money, whose vse returnes the principall? and get out of these troubles, a consuming heire: For such a one must follow necessary, you shall die hated, if not old and miserable; and that possest wealth that you got with pining, liue to see tumbled to anothers hands, that is no more akin to you, then you to his cosenage.