Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.81 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Nay, I know nothing, Sir, pardon me there. They are at it still, Sir, this they call vapours. He shall not pardon dee, Captain, dou shalt not be pardoned. Pre'de shweete heart do not pardon him. 'Slight, I'll pardon him, an'I list, whosoever says nay to't. Where's Numps? I miss him. Why, I say nay to't. O there he is! To what do you say nay, Sir? To any thing, whatsoever it is, so long as I do not like it. Pardon me, little man, dou musht like it a little. Not, he must not like it at all, Sir, there you are i'the wrong. I tinke I be, he musht not like it, indeed. Nay, than he both must, and will like it, Sir, for all you. If he have reason, he may like it, Sir. By no means Captain, upon reason, he may like nothing upon reason. I have no reason, nor I will hear of no reason, nor I will look for no reason, and he is an Ass, that either knows any, or looks for't from me. Yes, in some sense you may have reason, Sir. I, in some sense, I care not if I grant you. Pardon me, thou oughtst to grant him nothing, in no shensh, if dou do love die shelf, angry man. Why than, I do grant him nothing; and I have no sense. 'Tis true, thou hast no sense indeed. 'Slid, but I have sense, now I think on't better, and I will grant him any thing, do you see? He is i'the right, and does utter a sufficient vapour. Nay, it is no sufficient vapour, neither, I deny that. Than it is a sweet vapour. It may be a sweet vapour. Nay, it is no sweet vapour, neither, Sir, it stinks, and I'll stand to't. Yes, I tinke it dosh shtinke, Captain. All vapour dosh shtinke. Nay, than it does not stink, Sir, and it shall not stink. By your leave, it may, Sir. I, by my leave, it may stink, I know that. Pardon me, thou knowesht nothing, it cannot by thy leave, angry man. How can it not? Nay, never question him, for he is i'the right. Yesh, I am i'd right, I confesh it, so ish de little man too. I'll have nothing confessed, that concerns me. I am not i'the right, nor never was i'the right, nor never will be i'the right, while I am in my right mind, Mind? why, here's no man minds you, Sir, nor any thing else. Vreind, will you mind this that we do? Call you this vapours? this is such belching of quarrel, as I never heard. Will you mind your business, Sir? You shall see, Sir. I'll ne maire, my womb works too much with this auready. Will you take that, Master Wasp, that no body should mind you? Why? what ha' you to do? is't any matter to you?
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T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Nay, I know nothing, Sir, pardon me there. They are at it ſtil, Sir, this they call vapours. He ſhall not pardon dee, Captaine, dou ſhalt not be pardon'd. Pre'de ſhweete heart doe not pardon him. S'light, I'le pardon him, an'I liſt, whoſoeuer ſaies nay to't. Where's Numps? I miſſe him. Why, I ſay nay to't. O there he is! To what doe you ſay nay, Sir? To any thing, whatſoeuer it is, ſo long as I do not like it. Pardon me, little man, dou muſht like it a little. No, hee muſt not like it at all, Sir, there you are i'the wrong. I tinke I be, he muſht not like it, indeede. Nay, then he both muſt, and will like it, Sir, for all you. If he haue reaſon, he may like it, Sir. By no meanſh Captaine, vpon reaſon, he may like nothing vpon reaſon. I haue no reaſon, nor I will heare of no reaſon, nor I will looke for no reaſon, and he is an Aſſe, that either knowes any, or lookes for't from me. Yes, in ſome ſenſe you may haue reaſon, Sir. I, in ſome ſenſe, I care not if I grant you. Pardon mee, thou ougſht to grant him nothing, in no ſhenſh, if dou doe loue dy ſhelfe, angry man. Why then, I doe grant him nothing; and I haue no ſenſe. 'Tis true, thou haſt no ſenſe indeed. S'lid, but I haue ſenſe, now I thinke on't better, and I will grant him any thing, doe you ſee? He is i'the right, and do's vtter a ſufficient vapour. Nay, it is no ſufficient vapour, neither, I deny that. Then it is a ſweet vapour. It may be a ſweet vapour. Nay, it is no ſweet vapour, neither, Sir, it ſtinkes, and I'le ſtand to't. Yes, I tinke it doſh ſhtinke, Captaine. All vapour doſh ſhtinke. Nay, then it do's not ſtinke, Sir, and it ſhall not ſtinke. By your leaue, it may, Sir. I, by my leaue, it may ſtinke, I know that. Pardon me, thou knoweſht nothing, it cannot by thy leaue, angry man. How can it not? Nay, neuer queſtion him, for he is i'the right. Yeſh, I am i'de right, I confeſh it, ſo iſh de little man too. I'le haue nothing confeſt, that concernes mee. I am not i'the right, nor neuer was i'the right, nor neuer will be i'the right, while I am in my right minde, Minde? why, heere's no man mindes you, Sir, nor any thing elſe. Vreind, will you mind this that wee doe? Call you this vapours? this is ſuch beltching of quarrell, as I neuer heard. Will you minde your buſineſſe, Sir? You ſhall ſee, Sir. I'le ne maire, my waimb warkes too mickle with this auready. Will you take that, Maſter Waſpe, that no body ſhould minde you? Why? what ha' you to doe? is't any matter to you?