Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.81 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
You won't use me thus? I were best deliver my sword ere I be compelled to't— a pretty fellow, and one that will make a soldier, because I see thoust a spirit, and canst use thy Weapon, i'll bestow a dull blade upon thee Squirrel. Deliver up your Weapon: In love in love Captain, he's a spark o' my reputation, and worthy your acquaintance. Thou mully-puff, were it not justice to kick thy guts out. When I am disarmed. Take't, again you sponge— What? when I have geent thee: 'tis at thy service, and it were a whole cutler's shop: be confident. My Ague has not left me yet, there's a grudging a'the halter still: Master Rawbone, I repent my opinion of your Cowardice. I see you dare fight, and shall report it to my Cosen: You shall walk home, she'll take it as an honour, And present your prisoner. Iasper, let's go home and shift, do not go— honest Iasper. You will be prattling sirrah— I'll wait upon you Captain: Master Lodam— I will accompany thee, thouart noble, and fit for my conversation, honest master Rawbone— a pox upon you. Nay, you shall wait a your master with his leave, good Iasper How now Iasper? Are these the herbs you strew at Funerals. Yes sir. 'tis well, I commend your care, And thank ye; ye have expressed more duty in not enquiring wherefore I command This strange employment, there in the very Act of your obedience: my chamber Looks like the Spring now? ha' ye not art enough To make this Ewe tree grow here, or this bays? The emblem of our victory in Death? But they present that best when they are withered: Have you been careful that no day break in At any Window, I would dwell in night, And have no other starlight but these tapers: If any ask to speak with you, Shall I say, you are abroad. No, to all do inquire with busy faces Pale or disturbed, give free access. What do I differ from the dead? would not Some fearful man or woman seeing me, Call this a Churchyard, and imagine me Some wakeful apparition 'mong the graves; That for some treasures buried in my life, Walk up and down thus? buried? no 'twas drowned, I cannot therefore say, it was a chest, Gratiana had ne'er a Coffin, I have one Spacious enough for both on's, but the waves Will never yield to't, for it may be they Soon as the northern Wind blows cold upon 'em, Will freeze themselves to marble over her, lest she should want a tomb: Thy business. He died this morning: A friend of his and yours did practise on him A little Surgery, but in vain; his last Breath did forgive you: but you must expect No safety from the Law: my service sir.
nodes 1582–1636 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 36 in this edition
Length
478 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (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)
You wonot vse me thus? I were best deliuer my sword ere I be compeld too't— a pritty fellow, and one that will make a souldier, because I see th'ast a spirit, and cnst vse thy Weapon, ile bestow a dull blade vppon thee Squirrell. Deliuer vp your Weapon: In loue in loue Captaine, hea's a sparke a my reputation, and worthy your acquaintance. Thou mully-puffe, were it not iustice to kicke thy guts out. When I am dis-arm'd. Take't, agen you spunge— What? when I haue geent thee: tis at thy seruice, and it were a whole Cutlers shop: be confident. My Agu has not left mee yet▪ there's a grudging a'the halter still: Master Rawbon, I repent my opinion of your Cowardize. I see you dare fight, and shall report it to my Cosen: You shall walke home, shee'le take it as an honor, And present your prisoner. Iasper, lets go home and shift, do not go—honest Iasper. You will be pratling sirra—Ile waite vpon you Captayne: Master Lodam— I will accompany thee, th'art noble, and fit for my conuersation, honest master Rawbone — a poxe vpon you. Nay, you shal waite a your master with his leaue, good Iasper How now Iasper? Are these the hearbes you strow at Funerals. Yes sir. Tis well, I commend your care, And thanke yee; yee haue exprest more duty Im not enquiring wherefore I commaund This strange employment, there in the very Act of your obedience: my chamber Lookes like the Spring now? ha'yee not arte enough To make this Ewe ee grow here, or this Bayes? The embleme of our victory in Death? But they present that best when they are wither'd: Haue you beene carefull that no day breake in At any Window, I would dwell in night, And haue no other star-light but these tapers: If any aske to speake with you, Shall I say, you are abroad. No, to all do enquire with busie faces Pale or disturb'd, giue free accesse. What do I differ from the dead? would not Some fearefull man or woman seeing me, Call this a Church-yard, and imagine me Some wakefull apparition 'mong the graues; That for some treasures buried in my life, Walke vp and downe thus? buried? no twas drownd, I cannot therefore say, it was a chest, Gratiana had nere a Coffin, I haue one Spacious enough for both on's, but the waues Will neuer yeeld too't, for it may bee they Soone as the northerne Wind blowes cold vppon em, Will freeze themselues to marble ouer her, Least she should want a tombe: Thy businesse. Hee dyed this morning: A friend of his and yours did practise on him A little Surgery, but in vayne; his last Breath did forgiue you: but you must expect No safety from the Law: my seruice sir.