Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 9 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
Latin? Why then let the next to't be lattin too: So enough? Nay I can assure you thus far, I that never knew the language have heard so much that Ars, is lattin for Art, and it' may well be too, for there's more art in't now a days than ever was: is't possible? I am sorry than I have followed it so far. A Scholar call you him, Music must not jar; the offence is satisfied, come to the Song, begin sir. Not a whole month since you were entered Ladies? None that shall see their cunning will believe it, It is no affliction Gentlemen? I care not much i'faith, if I write down to my father presently, to send up my sister in all haste, that I may place her here at this Music school. Slid 'tis the fool my cousin, I would not for the value of three recreations he had seen me here? How like you your new prize; Pray give me leave, I have not yet sufficiently admired her My wits must not stand idle, 'slife he's in a sick trance? A cheat or two among these mistresses, Would not be ill bestowed, I affect none, But for my prey such are their affections, I know it, how could drabs and cheaters live else, Then since the world roll on dissimulation, I'll be the first dissembler. Prithee love, comfort, choice, my only wish in thee I am confined, deny me any thing a slight chain of pearl, Nay an't be but slight— Being denied, I prize it slight; but given me by my love, Light shall not be so dear unto my eye; Mine eye unto the body as the gift, How have I power to deny this to you, That command all my fortunes are thy servants, And thou the Mistress both of them and me. The truest that ere breathed. To a Gentleman, That thus so long and has so sincerely loved you, As I myself, near was less pity shown. Why I never was held cruel. But to me. Nor to you. Go too, 'tas scared you much, I'm sorry your conceit is so unkind, To think me so. When had I other argument, I've often tendered you my love and service, And that in no mean fashion: Yet were you near that requiteful Mistress, That graced me with one favour, Slight, not so much as such a pretty ring, pax on't, T'as almost broke my heart. Has took it off, 'sfoot master Bouser, Nay where a man loves most, there to be scanted. My Ring, come, come. What reckon I a Satin gown or two, If she were wise. Life my Ring sir, come. Have you the face i'faith. Give me my Ring. Prithee hence, by this light you get none on't. How? I hold your favours of more pure esteem, Than to part from 'em, faith I do, howe'er you think of me.
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Lattin? hy then let the next too't be lattin too: So ynough? Nay I can aſſure you thus farre, I that neuer knew the language hae heard ſo much that Ars, is lattin for Art, and it' may wel be too, or ther's more art int now a daies thē euer was: iſt poſſible? I am ſorry then I haue follow'd it ſo farr. A Scholler call you him, Muſicke muſt not iarre; the offence is ſatisfied, come to the Song, begn ſir. Not a whole moneth ſince you were entred Ladies? None that ſhall ſee their cunning will beleeue it, It is no affliction Gentlemen? I care not much yfaith, if I write downe to my father preſently, to ſend vp my ſiſter in all haſte, that I may place her here at this Muſicke ſchoole. Slid tis the foole my couſin, I would not for the value of three recreations he had ſeene me here? How like you your new prize; Pray giue me leaue, I haue not yet ſufficiently admir▪d her My wits muſt not ſtand idle, Slife hee's in a ſicke trance? A cheat or two among theſe miſtreſſes, Would not be ill beſtow'd, I affect none, But for my pray ſuch are their affections, I know it, how could drabs and cheaters liue elſe, Then ſince the world rowles on diſſimulation, Ile be the firſt diſſembler. Prethy loue, comfort, choice, my onely wiſh in thee I am confinde, deny me any thing a ſlight chaine of pearle, Nay an't be but ſlight— Being denied, I prize it ſlight; but giuen mee by my loue, Light ſhall not be ſo deere vnto my eye; Mine eye vnto the body as the gift, How haue I power to deny this to you, That commandall my fortunes are thy ſeruants, And thou the Miſtreſſe both of them and me. The trueſt that ere breathd. To a Gentleman, That thus ſo long and has ſo ſincerely lou'de you, As I my ſelfe, nere was leſſe pitty ſhowne. Why I neuer was held cruell. But to me. Nor to you. Go too, 'tas ſcarde you much, I'me ſorry your concet is ſo vnkinde, To thinke me ſo. When had I other argument, I'ue often tendred you my loue and ſeruice, And that in no meane faſhion: Yet were you nere that requtefull Miſtreſſe, That grac▪ſt me with one fauour, Slight, not ſo much as ſuch a prety ring, pax on't, T'as almoſt broke my heart. Has tooke it off, Sfoot maiſter Bouſer, Nay where a man loues moſt, there to be ſcanted. My Ring, come, come. What reckon I a Sattin gowne or two, If ſhe were wiſe. Life my Ring ſir, come. Haue you the face yfaith. Giue me my Ring. Prethee hence, by this light you get none on't. How? I hold your fauours of more pure eſteeme, Then to part from 'em, aith I doe, How ere you thinke of me.