Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 12 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.83 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Upon thy lip I seal sincerity. Was this your vow to me? Pox, what's a kiss to be quite rid of her, she's sued so long I was ashamed of her, 'twas but her cheek I kissed neither, to save her longing. 'tis not a kiss I weigh. Had you weighed this, T'had lacked above five ounces of a true one: No kiss that ere weighed lighter. 'tis thy love that I suspect. My love, why by this,— what shall I swear by? Swear by this jewel, keep thy oath, keep that. By this jewel then, no creature can be perfect in my love, but thy dear self. I rest. Ha, ha, ha, let's laugh at 'em sweet soul. ay, they may laugh at me, I was a novice, and believed your oaths, Why what do you think of me, make I no difference, Turn seven years prostitution, and seven days, Why you're but in the wain of a maid yet: You wrong my health in thinking I love them, Do not I know their populous imperfections. Why they cannot live till Easter, let 'em show The fairest side toth' world like hundreds more, whose clothes E'en stand upright in silver, when their body, Are ready to drop through 'em, such there be, They may deceive the world, they near shall me. Forgive my doubts, and for some satisfaction were this ring, From which I vow de near, but to thee, to part. With which thou ever bindest me to thy heart. My pocket picked, this was no brothelhouse, A music school; damnation has fine shapes, I paid enough forth' song, I have lost a jewel To me more precious than their souls to them, That gave consent to filch it, i'll hunt hard: Wast time and money, trace and wheel about, But I will find these secret mischiefs out-how now, what's he: Oh a servant to my love, being thus disguised, I'll learn some news, now sir; you belong to me. I Do sir, but I cannot stay to say, so, nay good sir detain me not I am going in all haste to inquire or lay wait for a chain of pearl nimmed out of her pocket the fift of November, a dismal day. Ha a chain of pearl sayst thou. A chain of pearl sir, which one Master Fitsgrave a gentleman and a suitor fastened upon her as a pledge of his love. Ha? Urge me no more I have no more to say, Your friend Ieronimo Bedlam. Thou'rt a mad fellow indeed, some comfort yet, That's hers is missing too, I feel my soul at much more ease: both stolen. When griefs have partners they are better borne. Oh the parting of us twain, Hath caused me mickle pain, and I shall near be married, Until I see my muggle again. Hist? Ha. The nimble gentleman, in the celestial stockings. Has the best smock fortune, to be beloved of women? Valle loo lo lille lo lilo, vallee loo lee lo lillo.
nodes 506–558 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 40 in this edition
Length
505 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.832 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Vpon thy lip I ſeale ſincerity. Was this your vowe to mee? Pox, whats a kiſſe to be quite rid of her, ſhee's ſued ſo long I was aſhamde of her, twas but her cheeke I kiſt neither, to ſaue her longing. Tis not a kiſſe I weigh. Had you weighed this, T'ad lackt aboue fiue ounces of a true one: No kiſſe that ere weighed lighter. Tis thy loue that I ſuſpect. My loue, why by this,—what ſhall I ſweare by? Sweare by this iewell, keepe thy oth, keepe that▪ By this iewell then, no creature can bee perfect in my loue, but thy▪ deere ſelfe. I reſt. Ha, ha, ha, lets laugh at em ſweete ſoule. I, they may laugh at me, I was a nouice, and beleiude your oths, Why what do you thinke of me, make I no difference, Turne ſeauen yeares proſtitution, and ſeauen daies, Why you're but in the waine of a maide yet: You wronge my health in thinking I loue them, Do not I know their populous imperfections. Why they cannot liue till Eaſter, let em ſhew The faireſt ſide to'th world like hundreds more, whoſe clothes E'en ſtand vpright in ſiluer, when theire bodie, Are ready to drop through em, ſuch there be, They may deceiue the world, they nere ſhall mee. Forgiue my doubts, and for ſome ſatiſfaction were this ing, From which I vow de nere, but to the, to part. With which thou euer bindſt me to thy heart. My pocket pickt, this was no brohe-houſe, A muſick ſchoole; damnation has fine ſhapes, I paide inoug for'th ſong, I haue loſt a iewell To me more pretious then their ſoules to them, That gaue conſent to filch it, ile hunt hard: Waſt time and money, trace and wheele about, But I wil find theſe ſecret miſchiefes out-how now, whats he: Oh a ſeruant to my loue, being thus diſguizde, Ile learne ſome newes, now ſir; you belong to me. I Do ſir, but I cannot ſtay to ſay, ſo, nay good ſir detaine me not I am going in al haſt to enquire or lay waite for a chain of pearle nimd out of her pocket the fift of Nouember, a diſmall day. Ha a chaine of pearle ſaiſt thou. A chaine of pearle ſir, which one Maiſter Fitſgraue a gentleman and a ſuiter faſtned vpon her as a pleadge of his loue. Ha? Vrge me no more I haue no more to ſay, Your friend Ieronio Bedlam. Thou 'rt a mad fellow indeed, ſome comfort yet, Thats hers is miſſing too, I feele my ſoule at much more eaſe: both ſtolne. When griefes haue partners they are better borne. Oh the parting of vs twaine, Hath cauſde me mickle paine, and I ſhall nere be married, Vntill I ſee my muggle againe. Hiſt? Ha. The nimble gentleman, in the cleſtiall ſtockins. Has the beſt ſmock fortune, to be belou'd of women? Valle loo lo lille lo lilo, vallee loo lee lo lillo.