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Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 15 of 40

Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Mew, where should I wish the pox, but among bones. He tells you right sir. I near have any luck at these odd hands, None here to make us fix— why Master Frip. I am very well here I thank you sir, I had rather be telling my money myself, then have others count it for me; 'tis the scurviest music in the world methinks, to hear my money jingle in other men's pockets, I never had any mind to't i'faith. 'slud play six or play four, I'll play no more. 'sfoot you see, there's none here to draw in. Rather than you should be destitute gentlemen, i'll play my ten pound, if my masters worship will give me leave. Come. He shall, he shall. Pray excuse me Gentlemen: 'sfoot how now goodman Rascal, what? because you served my Grandfather when he went Ambassador, & got some ten pound byth' hand, has that put such spirit in you, to offer to draw in among Gentlemen of worship, knave. Pray sir, let's entreat so much for once. 'Tis a usual grace i'faith sir, you've many gentlemen will play with their men. I and with their Maids to i'faith. Good sir give him leave. Yes, come, and you be weary on't, I pray draw near sir. Not so sir. Come fool, fear nothing, I warrant toe, h'as given thee leave, stand here by me, come now, set round Gentlemen, set, How the poor fellow shakes: throw lustily man. At all gentlemen. Well said i'faith. they're all mine. By my troth I am glad the fellow has such luck, it will encourage him well. At my masters worship alone. Now sit slave? At my masters worship alone. So, saucy rascal. At my masters worship alone. You're a rogue and will be ever be one? By my troth Gentlemen at all again for once. Take 'em to them boy, take 'em to thee, thou'rt worthy of 'em i'faith. Gentlemen faith I am angry with you, go and suborn my knave again me here; to make him proud & peremptory. Troth that's but your conceit sir, the fellows an honest fellow and knows his duty, I dare swear for him. Heart, I am sick already. Whether goes Master— Play on, i'll take my turn sir?— boy? Master. Pist?— a supply, carry't closely my little fooker,— how much— Three pound sir. Good boy,— take out another lesson? how now gentlemen? Devils in't did you ere see such a hand? I set you these three angels. My master may set high?— for all his stakes are drawn out of other men's pockets. As I said gentlemen? Dues Ace. At all your right worshipful worships. Death and vengeance! Hell, darkness, Hold sir. Master Goldstone. Hinder me not sweet gentlemen— you rascal— I banish thee the board. I'faith but you shall not sir? Touch a Die and thou darest, come you in with your lousy ten pound, you slave among gentlemen of worship, and win thirty at a hand. Why will you kick again luck 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 645–699 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 40 in this edition
Length507 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.769
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Mew, where ſhould I wiſh the pox, but among bones. He tels you right ſir. I nere haue any luck at theſe odde hands, None here to make vs fixe—why Maiſter Frip. I am very well here I thanke you ſir, I had rather be telling my money my ſelfe, then haue others count it for mee; tis the ſcuruieſt muſick in the world me thinkes, to heare my mony gingle in other mens pockets, I neuer had any mind toot ifaith. Slud play ſix or play foure, Ile play no more. Sfoot you ſee, there's none here to draw in. Rather then you ſhould be deſtitute gentlemen, ile play my ten pound, if my maiſters worſhip will giue me leaue. Come. He ſhall, he ſhall. Pray excuſe me Gentlemen: ſoot how now goodmā Raſcall, what? becauſe you ſeru'd my Grand-father when hee went Ambaſſador, & got ſome ten pound by'th hand, has that put ſuch ſpirit in you, to offer to draw in among Gentlemen of worſhip, knaue. Pray ſir, lets intreate ſo much for once. 'Tis a vſuall grace ifaith ſir, Yo'ue many gentlemen will play with their men. I and with their Maides to yfaith. Good ſir giue him leaue. Yes, come, and you be weary on't, I pray draw nere ſir. Not ſo ſir. Come foole, feare nothing, I warrant toe, h'as giuen thee leaue, ſtand here by me, come now, ſet round Gentlemen, ſet, How the poore fellow ſhakes: throw luſtily man. At all gentlemen. Well ſaid ifaith. The're all mine. By my troth I am glad the fellow has ſuch luck, t will encourage him well. At my maiſters worſhip alone. Now ſit ſlaue? At my maiſters worſhip alone. So, ſawcy raskall. At my maiſters worſhip alone. You're a roague and will be euer be one? By my troth Gentlemen at all agen for once. Take em to the boy, take em to thee, thou'rt worthy of em ifaith. Gentlemen faith I am angry with you, goe and ſuborne my knaue againe me here; to make him proud & peremptory. Troth thats but your conceite ſir, the fellowes an honeſt fellow and knowes his duty, I dare ſweare for him. Heart, I am ſick already. Whether goes Maiſter— Play on, ile take my turne ſi?—boye? Maiſter. Piſt?—a ſupply, cary't cloſely my little fooker,—how much— Three pound ſir. Good boye,—take out another leſſon? how now gentlemen? Deuills int did you ere ſee ſuch a hand? I ſet you theſe three angells. My maiſter may ſet hie? —for all his ſtakes are drawne out of other mens pockets. As I ſaid gentlemen? Dues Ace. At all your right worſhipfull worſhips. Death and vengance! Hell, darkeneſſe, Hold ſir. Maiſter Goldſtone. Hinder me not ſweete gentlemen—you raskall—I baniſh thee the boord. Yfaith but you ſhall not ſir? Touch a Die and thou darſt, come you in with your lowzie ten pound, you ſlaue among gentlemen of worſhippe, and win thirty at a hand. Why will you kick agen luck ſir?