Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 13 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 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.
Vallee loo lo lillee lilo, Vallee loo le lo lil'o. Ah sweet gentleman, he keeps it up stately. Well held i'faith sir— mass and now I remember too, I think you near saw my little banqueting, box above, since I altered it. Why have you altered that? Oh divinely sir: the pictures are all new run over again. Fie. For what had the painter done think you, drew me, Venus naked, which is the grace of a man's Room you know, & when he had done, drew a number of Oaken-leaves before her, had not lawn been a hundred times softer, made a better show, and been more gentlewoman like? More ladylike, a great dea'e. Come, you shall see how 'tis altered now? I do not think but you'll like her. Where be your liveries? They attend without. Go, call the Coach! Gentlemen, you have excelled in kindness as we in boldness. So you think amiss sir? Kind Ladies we commit you to sweet dreams, ourselves unto the fortune of the dice, dice ho? You rest firm mine. E'en all my soul to thee. You keep your vows. Why do I breath, or see? Is your love constant. I to none but these now gone, ay, now I love nor them nor thee, 'slife, I should be cloyed, should I love one in three. Oh here's master Bowser now. Save you sweet Gentlemen. Sweet master Bowser? welcome? When come these dice. Yet anon, anon sir. Hast thou shown art in 'em. You shall be judge sir, here be the Tavern Beakers, And here peep out the fine Alchemy knaves, looking like, well sir, most of our Gallants, that seem what they are not. Peace villain, am not I in presence. Why that puts me in mind of the jest sir. Again, you quarter her. Nay, compare 'em, and spare 'em not. The bigness of the boar, just the same size, The marks, no difference: away, put money in thy pocket, and offer to draw in upon the least occasion. I am no babe sir. Hist. What's the matter now? Give me a pair of false Dice, ere you go. Pax on't, you're so troublesome too, you cannot remember a thing before, if I stay a little longer, I shall be stayed anon. Here be Dice for your worships. Oh come, come. The Vintner himself, Ilo shift away these beakers by a slight. Master Goldstone? How now you conjuring rascal? Bless your good worship, you're in humours methinks. Humours: say that again. I said no such word sir,— would I had my beakers out on's fingers. What's thy name Vintner? Iack and please your worship. Turn Knight like thy companions, scoundrel, live upon usury, wear thy gilt spurs at thy girdle for fear of slubbering. O no, I hope I shall have more grace than so sir: Pray let me help your worship. Cannot I push 'em together without your help? O I beseech your worship, they're the two standards of my house. Standards, there lie your Standards.
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Vallee loo lo lillee lilo, Vallee loo le lo lil'o. Ah ſweete gentleman, he keepes it vp ſtately. Well held ifaith ſir—maſſe and now I remember too, I thinke you nere ſaw my little banquiting, box aboue, ſince I alterd it. Why haue you alterd that? Oh diuinely ſir: the pictuers are all new run ouer againe. Fie. For what had the painter done thinke you, drew mee, Venus naked, which is the grace of a mans Roome you know, & when he had done, drew a number of Oken-leaues before her, had not lawne beene a hundred times ſofter, made a better ſhew, and beene more gentlewoman like? More ladie-like, a great dea'e. Come, you ſhall ſee how tis alterd now? I do not thinke but you'le like her. Where be your liueries? They attend without. Go, call the Coach! Gentlemen, you haue exceld in kindneſſe as we in bouldneſſe. So you thinke amiſſe ſir? Kind Ladies we commit you to ſweete dreames, Our ſelues vnto the fortune of the dice, dice ho? You reſt firme mine. E'en al my ſoule to thee. You keepe your vowes. Why do I breathe, or ſee? Is your loue conſtant. I to none but thes now gon, I, now I loue nor them nor thee, ſlife, I ſhould be cloide, ſhould I loue one in three. Oh heres maiſter Bowſer now. Saue you ſweete Gentlemen. Sweete maiſter Bowſer? welcome? When come theſe dice. Yet anon, anon ſir. Haſt thou ſhowne art in em. You ſhall be iudge ſir, here be the Tauerne Beakers, And here peepe out the fine Alchimy knaues, looking like, wel ſir, moſt of our Gallants, that ſeeme what they are not. Peace villaine, am not I in preſence. Why that puts me in minde of the ieſt ſir. Agen, you quarter her. Nay, compare 'em, and ſpare 'em not. The bigneſſe of the bore, iuſt the ſame ſize, The markes, no difference: away, put money in thy pocket, and offer to draw in vpon the leaſt occaſion. I am no babe ſir. Hiſt. Whats the matter now? Giue me a paire of falſe Dice, ere you goe. Pax on't, you're ſo troubleſome too, you cannot remember a thing before, if I ſtay a little longer, I ſhall be ſtaid anon. Here be Dice for your worſhips. Oh come, come. The Vintner himſelfe, Ilo ſhift away theſe beakets by a ſlight. Maiſter Goldſtone? How now you coniuring raskall? Bleſſe your good worſhip, you're in humors me thinks. Humors: ſay that agen. I ſaid no ſuch wond ſir,—would I had my beakers out on's fingers. Whats thy name Vintner? Iack and pleaſe your worſhip. Turne Knight like thy companions, ſcoundrell, liue vpō vſury, weare thy gilt ſpurs at thy girdle for feare of ſlubbering. O no, I hope I ſhall haue more grace then ſo ſir: Pray let me helpe your worſhip. Cannot I puſh 'em together without your helpe? O I beſeech your worſhip, they're the two ſtandards of my houſe. Standards, there lie your Standards.