Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 5 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.75 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
My hopes are not yet faint. Nor my. Tut man? nothing in women's hearts sooner win place, than a brave o' side and a impudent face? And for both those we'll fit it. I if the devil be not in't, make halt: I follow straight, vanish thou Fog, and Sink beneath our brightness, Abashed at the splendour of such beams: We scorn thee, base eclipser of our glories, That wouldst have hid our shine from mortals' eyes, Now Gallants, I am for you, I and perhaps before you? You can appearce but glorious from yourselves, And have your beams but drawn from your own light, But mine from many, many make me bright. Here's a diamond that sometimes gracest the finger of a countesse, here sits a Ruby that near lines blushing for the Party that pawned it: here a sapphire, O providence and fortune! my beginning was so poor, I would fain forget it, and I take the only course, for I scorn to think on't. Slave to a trencher: observer of a saltseller, privy to nothing, but a close-stool, or such unsavoury secret: but as I strive to forget the days of my serving, so I shall once remember the first step of my raising, for having hardly raked five mark together, I rejoiced so in that small stock, which most providently I ventured by water to Blackwall, among fishwives, and in small time, what by weekly return, and gainful restitution it rise to a great body, beside a dish of fish for a present, that stately preserved me a sevennight: nor ceased it there but drew on greater profit, for I was held religious by those that do profess like abstinence, and was full often secretly supplied, by charitable Catholics, Who censured me sincerely abstinate, when merely I for hunger nor for zeal, eat up the fish, & put their alms to use ha!, ha ha; but those times are run out, and for my sake, zealous dissemblance has since fared the worse;— let me see now, whose cloak shall I wear today to continue change, Oh— Arthur. Here sir. Bring down sir Oliver Needies taffeta cloak. & Beaver hat, I am sure he is fast enough? & Andrew Lucifer's Rapier and dagger, in the knight's ward, with the embossed girdle and hangers, for he's in his third sweat by this time, sipping of the doctor's bottle, or picking the ninth part of a Rack of mutton dry roasted, with a leash of nightcaps on his head like the pope's triple crown, and as many pillows crushed to his back, with oh the needles, for he got the pox of a Semster, and it pricked so much more naturally,— quick Arthur quick, now, To the deceased knight's daughter Whom many Gallants sue to, I 'mongst many: for Since impudence gains more respect than virtue, And come them blood which few can now deny, who'd your chief Gallants, then but such as I.
nodes 141–164 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 40 in this edition
Length
495 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.748 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My hopes are not yet faint. Nor mine. Tut man? nothing in womens hearts ſooner win place, than a braue out ſide and an impudent face? And for both thoſe weele fit it. I if the deuill bee not int, make halt: I follow ſtraight, vaniſh thou Fog, and Sinck beneath our brightneſſe, Abaſhed at the ſplendar of ſuch beames: We ſcorne thee, baſſe eclipſer of our glories, That wouldſt haue hid our ſhine from nortalls eies, Now Gallants, I am for you, I and perhaps before you▪ You can appearce but glorious from your ſelues, And haue your beames but drawne from your owne light, But mine from many, many make me bright. Heres a dimond that ſometimes gracſt the finger of a counteſſe, here ſits a Ruby that neere lines bluſhing for the Party that pawnde it: here a Saphire, O prouidence and fortune! my beginning was ſo poore, I would faine forget it, and I take the only courſe, for I ſcorne to thinke ont. Slue to a trencher: obſeruer of a ſaltſeller, priuy to nothing, but a cloſe-ſtoole, or ſuch vnſauory ſecret: but as I ſtriue to forget the daes of my ſeruing, ſo I ſhall once remember the firſt ſtep of my rayſing, for hauing hardly rakte fiue marke togither, I reioyſt ſo in that ſmall ſtock, which moſt prouidently I venturde by water to Blackwall, among fiſhwiues, and in ſmall time, what by weekely returne, and gainefull reſtitution it rize to a great body, beſide a diſh of fiſh for a preſent, that ſtately preſerude mee a ſeauen-night: nor ceaſt it there but drew on greater profit, for I was held religious by thoſe that do profeſſe like abſtinence, and was ful often ſecretly ſupplied, by charitable Catholickes, Who cenſurd me ſincerely abſtinate, when merely I for hunger nor or zeale, eate vp the fiſh, & put their almes to vſelha, ha ha; but thoſe times are runne out, and for my ſake, zealous diſſemblance has ſince far'd the worſe; —let mee ſee now, whoſe cloake ſhall I weare to day to continue change, Oh—Arthur. Here ſir. Bing downe ſir Oliuer Needies Taffety cloake. & Beuer hat, I am ſure he is faſt inough? & Andrew cifers Rapier and dagger, in the knights ard, with the embſt gitdle and hangers, for he's in his third ſweat by this time, ſipping of the doctos bottle, or picking the ninth part of a Rack of mutton drie roaſted, with a leaſh of night-caps on his head like the popes triple crowne, and as many pillowes cuſht to his back, with oh the needles, for he got the pox of a Seſter, and it prickt ſo much more naturally,—quick Arthur quick, now, To the deceaſt knights daughter Whome many Gallants ſue to, I mongſt many: fo Since impudence gaines more reſpect then vertue, And come them bloud which few can now deny, who're your chiefe Gallants, then but ſuch as I.