Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 14 of 40

Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Good your worship; I am glad they are out of his fingers, my wife shall lock 'em up presently, they shall see no sun this twelvemonth's day for this trick. Let me come to the sight of your Standards again. Your worship shall pardon me, now you shall not see 'em in haste I warrant ye. I do not desire't; ha, ha. Why master Goldstone? I am for you Gallants— Master Boxeer cry you mercy sir, why supped you from us? Faith sir, I met with a couple of my fellow pupils at University, & so we renewed our acquaintance & supped together. Fie, that's none of the newest fashion, I must tell you that master Bouser, you must never take acquaintance of any ath' University, when you are at London, nor any of London when you're at University you must be more forgetful i'faith, every place ministers his acquaintance abundantly. He tells you true sir. I warrant you here's a Gentleman will near commit such an absurdity. Who I, no, 'tis well known, if I be disposed, I'll forget any man in a sevennight, and yet look him in the face: nay let him ride but ten mile from me, and come home again, it shall be at my choice whether I'll remember him or no, I have tried that. This is strange sir. 'Tis as a man gives his mind too 't sir: and now you bring me in; I remember 'twas once my fortune to be cozened of all my clothes, and with my clothes my money; a poor Shepherd pitying me, took me in, and relieved me. 'Twas kindly done of him i'faith, Nay you shall see now, 'twas his fortune likewise not long after, to come to me in much distress i'faith, and with weeping eyes, and do you think I remembered him. You could not choose. By my troth not I, I forgot him quite, and never remembered him to this hour. And yet knew who he was. As well as I know you i'faith— 'Tis a gift given to some above others. To fools and knaves they never miss on't. does any make such a wonder at this; why alas 'tis nothing to forget others; what say you to those that forget themselves? Nay then to Dice: come set me Gallants, set. ay, fall too 't Gentlemen. I shall here some news from some of you anon: I have thouart to know which loose and near look on; I'll be ready with all the worst money I can find about me, Arthur! Here sir. Stand ready. Fear not me sir. These are mine sir. Here's a washed Angel, it shall away: Here's Mistress Rose-noble has lost her maidenhead, cracked in the Ring, shoe's good enough for gamesters, and to pass from man to man: for gold presents at Dice your harlot, in one hour won and lost thrice, every man has a fling at her. Again pax of these dice 'tis ill to curse the dead sir.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayYour Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants)
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1605-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 628 · TCP A68468 · DEEP 520
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 614–644 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 40 in this edition
Length504 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.771
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Good your worſhip; I am glad they are out of his fingers, my wife ſhall lock 'em vp preſently, they ſhall ſee no ſunne this twelue-months day for this trick. Let me come to the ſight of your Standards agen. Your worſhip ſhall pardon mee, now you ſhall not ſee em in haſt I warrant yee. I do not deſire't; ha, ha. Why maiſter Goldſtone? I am for you Gallants—Maiſter Boxeer cry you mercy ſir, why ſupt you from vs? Faith ſir, I met with a couple of my fellow pupils at Vniuerſitie, & ſo we renew'd our acquaintance & ſupt together. Fie, thats none of the neweſt faſhion, I muſt tell you that maiſter Bouſer, you muſt neuer take acquaintance of any ath' Vniuerſity, when you are at London, nor any of London when you're at Vniuerſity you muſt be more forgetfull yfaith, euery place miniſters his acquaintance aboundantly. He tels you true ſir. I warrant you here's a Gentleman will nere commit ſuch an abſurdity. Who I, no, 'tis well knowne, if I be diſpoſde, Ile forget any man in a ſeauen-night, and yet looke him in the face: nay let him ride but ten mile from mee, and come home againe, it ſhall be at my choiſe whether Ile remember him or no, I haue tryed that. This is ſtrange ſir. 'Tis as a man giues his minde too 't ſir: and now you bring me in; I remember 'twas once my fortune to be coozned of all my clothes, and with my clothes my money; a poore Shepheard pitting me, tooke me in, and relieu de me. 'Twas kindly done of him ifaith, Nay you ſhall ſee now, 'twas his fortune likewiſe not long after, to come to mee in much diſtreſſe ifaith, and with weeping eyes, and do you thinke I remembred him. You could not chooſe. By my troth not , I ſorgot him quite, and neuer remembred him to this houre. And yet knew who he was. As well as I know you ifaith— 'Tis a gift giu'n to ſome aboue others. To fooles and knaues they neuer miſſe on't. Do's any make ſuch a wonder at this; why alas tis nothing to forget others; what ſay you to thoſe that forget themſelues? Nay then to Dice: come ſet me Gallants, ſet. I, fall too 't Gentlemen. I ſhall heere ſome newes from ſome of you anon: I haue th'art to know which looſe and nere looke on; Ile bee ready with all the worſt money I can finde about me, Arthur! Here ſir. Stand ready. Feare not me ſir. Theſe are mine ſir. Here's a waſht Angell, it ſhall away: Here's Miſtreſſe Roſe-noble has loſt her maiden-head, crackt in the Ring, ſhoe's good enough for gaimſters, and to paſſe from man to man: for gold preſents at Dice your harlot, in one houre wone and loſt thrice, euery man has a fling at her. Agen pax of theſe dice Tis ill to curſe the dead ſir.