Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 11 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
I know I might, but what's their course? the rogues comes me up all together, with Geese and Capons, and petitions in pigs shouts, which would move any man i'faith, were his stomach near so great, and to see how pitifully the pullen will look, it makes me after relent, and turn my anger into a quick fire to roast 'em— nay touched and spare it not. 'tis right, well, what does your worship borrow of this sir? The Stone's twenty nobles. Nay hardly. As I am a right Gentleman. It comes near it indeed: well here's five pound in gold upon't. 'twill serve, and the Ring safe and secret, As a virgin's. I wish no higher: what Gallants▪ are you constant, Does the place hold? The Mitre. Sir, in regard of our continued boldness, & trouble, (which love to your Music hath made us guilty of) shall we entreat your worship's company, with these sweet Ladies, your professed Scholars, to take part of a poor Supper with myself and these Gentlemen at the Mitre. Pray master Primere. I beseech you sir let it be so. Oh pardon me sweet Gentlemen, the world's apt to censure, I have the charge of them, they're left in trust, they're Virgins, and I dare not hazard their fames, the least touch mars 'em, and what would their right worshipful parents think, if the report should fly to them, that they were seen with Gentlemen in a Tavern. All this may be prevented, what serves your coach for, They may come coached and masked. You put me to't sir, Yet I must say again, I fear the Drawers, And vintner's boys will be familiar with them, And think 'em Mistresses. There are those places where respect seems slighter, More censure is belonging to the Mitre, you know that sir? Gentlemen you prevail. we'll all expect you there. And we'll not fail. The devil will near dissemble with them so, as you for them. Come sir. What else, let's go, How cheer you sir? Faith like the Moon, more bright, decreased in body▪ but remade in light, Here thou shalt share some of my brightness with me. By my faith they are comfortable beams sir. Come, where have you spent the time now from my sight, I'm jealous of thy action. Push I did but walk, a turn or two in the garden. What made you there? Nothing but cropped a flower. Some woman's honour I believe. Foh, is this a woman's honour. Much about one? When both are plucked their sweetness is soon gone. prithee be true to me. When did I fail. Yet I am ever doubtful, that your sin. I do account the world but as my spoil, to adorn thee, My love is artificial to all others, But purity to thee,— dost thou want gold? Here take this chain of pearl, supply thyself, Be thou but constant, firm and just to me, Rich heirs shall want, ere want come near to thee.
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I know I might, but whats their courſe? the roagues comes me vp all together, with Geeſe and Capons, and petitions in pigs ſhoutes, which would moue any man yfaith, were his ſtomack nere ſo great, and to ſee how pittifully the pullen will looke, it makes me after relent, and turne my anger into a quick fire to roaſt 'em—nay toucht and ſpare it not. Tis right, well, what do's your worſhip borrow of this ſir? The Stone's twenty nobles. Nay hardly. As I am a right Gentleman. It comes neere it indeed: well here's fiue pound in gold vpon't. Twill ſerue, and the Ring ſafe and ſecret, As a Virgins. I wiſh no hyer: what Gallants▪ are you conſtant, Does the place hold? The Miter. Sir, in regard of our continued boldneſſe, & trouble, (which loue to your Muſick hath made vs guilty of) ſhal we intreate your worſhips company, with theſe ſweete Ladies, your profeſt Schollers, to take part of a poore Supper with my ſelfe and theſe Gentlemen at the Miter. Pray maiſter Primere. I beſeech you ſir let it be ſo. Oh pardon me ſweet Gentlemen, the worlds apt to cenſure, I haue the charge of them, they'r left in truſt, they'r Virgins, and I dare not hazard their fames, the leaſt touch mars 'em, and what would their right worſhipfull parents thinke, if the report ſhould flie to them, that they were ſeene with Gentlemen in a Tauerne. All this may be preuented, what ſerues your coach for, They may come coacht and maskt. You put me too't ſir, Yet I muſt ſay agen, I feare the Drawers, And Vintners boyes will be familier with them, And thinke 'em Miſtreſſes. There are thoſe places where reſpect ſeemes ſlighter, More cenſure is belonging to the Miter, you know that ſir? Gentlemē you preuaile. Weel all expect you there. And weele not faile. The diuil wil nere diſſemble with them ſo, as you for thē. Come ſir. What elſe, lets go, How cheere you ſir? Faith like the Moone, more bright, Decreaſt in body▪ but re-made in light, Here thou ſhalt ſhare ſome of my brightneſſe with me. By my faith they are comfortable beames ſir. Come, where haue you ſpent the time now from my ſight, Ime iealious of thy action. Puſh I did but walke, a turne or two in the garden. What made you there? Nothing but cropt a flower. Some womans honor I beleeue. Foh, is this a womans honor. Much about one? When both are pluckt their ſweetneſſe is ſoone gon. Prethe be true to me. When did I faile. Yet I am euer doubtfull, that your ſinne. I do account the world but as my ſpoile, to adorne thee, My loue is artificiall to all others, But purity to thee,—doſt thou want gold? Here take this chaine of pearle, ſupply thy ſelfe, Be thou but conſtant, firme and iuſt to mee, Rich heires ſhall want, ere want come neere to thee.