Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.82 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Yes marry are ye, Sir, for my part, if you'll be quiet, i'll have a sign made of ye, and it shall be called the four Kings of Turnbole. Will you fetch us wine? And a whore (sirrah) Why what d''ee think of me, am I an Infidel, a Turk, a Pagan, a Sarazen, I have been at Bess Turnip's, and she swears all the Gentlewomen went to see a Play at the Fortune, and are not come in yet, and she believes they sup with the Players. damn, we must kill all those rogues, we shall never keep a whore honest for them. Go your ways, sirrah, we'll have but a gallon a piece, and an ounce of Tobacco. I beseech you, let it be but pottles. S'hart you rogue? Master Well-tried, welcome as my soul. Noble Lad, how dost thou? As welcome, as the Tobacco and the Wine Boy. Damn thou art. Bless me (save you Gent) They have not one face among 'em. I could wish myself well from them, I would I had put out something upon my return, I had as leave be at the Barmuthoes. Pray welcome this Gentleman. Is he valiant? Faith he's a little faulty that way: somewhat of a bashful and backward nature, yet I have brought him amongst you, because he hath a great desire to be fleshed. Yes faith Sir, I have a great desire to be fleshed: now Mr. Well-tried said, he would bring me to the only flesh-mongers in the town. Sir, he cannot endure the sight of steel. Not steel? zounds. Now I am going. Here's to you sir, i'll fetch you again with a cup of sack. I pledge you sir, and begin to you in a cup of Claret: Hark you my Lo: what will you say, if I make you beat all these out of the room? What will I say? why I say it is impossible, t's not is mortal man. Well drink apace, if any brave you out brave him, I'll second you, they are a Company of cowards believe me. By this light I would they were else, if I thought so, I would be upon the jack of one of 'em instantly, that same little Dame me, but Mr. Well-tried if they be not very valiant or dare not fight! how come they by such Cuts and gashes, and such broken faces? Why their whores strike 'em with Cans, and glasses, and quart pots, if they have nothing by 'em, they strike 'em with the Pox, and you know that will lay one's nose as flat as a basket hilt Dagger. Well let me alone. This bully dares not drink. Dare I not Sir. Well said, speak to him man. You had best try me Sir. we four will drink four healths to four of the seven deadly sins, Pride, Drunkenness, wrath & Lechery.
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Length
485 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.820 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Yes marrie are yee, Sir, for my part, if you'l be quiet, ile haue a signe made of yee, and it shall be cal'd the foure Kings of Turne bole. Will you fetch vs wine? And a whoore (sirrah) Why what d'ee thinke of me, am I an Infidell, a Turke, a Pagan, a Sarazan, I haue beene at Besse Turnups, and she sweares all the Gentlewomen went to see a Play at the Fortune, and are not come in yet, and she beleeues they sup with the Players. Dam-me, we must kill all those rogues, we shall neuer keepe a whore honest for them. Goe your waies, sirrha, wee'l haue but a gallon a peice, and an ounce of Tobacco. I beseech you, let it be but pottles. S'hart you rogne? Master Well-tri'd, welcome as my soule. Noble Lad, how do'st thou? As welcome, as the Tobacco and the Wine Boy. Dam-me thou art. Blesse mee (saue you Gent) They haue not one face among 'em. I could wish my selfe well from them, I would I had put out something vpon my returne, I had as leue be at the Barmuthoes. Pray welcome this Gentleman. Is he valiant? Faith hee's a little faulty that way: somewhat of a bashfull and backward nature, yet I haue brought him amongst you, because he hath a great desire to be flesh'd. Yes faith Sir, I haue a great desire to be flesh'd: now Mr. Well-tri'd said, hee would bring mee to the onely flesh-mongers in the towne. Sir, he cannot endure the sight of steele. Not steele? zoones. Now I am going. Here's to you sir, i'le fetch you again with a cup of sack. I pledge you sir, and begin to you in a cup of Claret: Harke you my Lo: what will you say, if I make you beate all these out of the roome? What will I say? why I say it is impossible, ti's not is mortall man. Well drinke apace, if any braue you out braue him, Ile second you, they are a Companie of cowards beleeue me. By this light I would they were els, if I thought so, I would be vpon the Iack of one of 'em instantly, that same litle Dame me, but Mr. Wel-tri'd if they be not verie valiant or dare not fight! how come they by such Cuts and gashes, and such broken faces? Why their whores strike 'em with Cans, and glasses, and quart pots, if they haue nothing by 'em, they strike 'em with the Poxe, and you know that will lay ones nose as flat as a basket hilt Dagger. Well let me alone. This bullie dares not drink. Dare I not Sir. Well said, speake to him man. You had best trie me Sir. Wee fouer will drinke foure healths to foure of the seauen deadly sines, Pride, Drunkennesse, wrath & Leeherie.