Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 17 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.

Master Bungler, Master Bungler, you're mightily mistook, I am content to do a gentleman a pleasure for once, so his pawn be neat and sufficient. Why what say you to my Grandfathers seal ring here I marry sir, this is somewhat like. Nay view it well, an ancient arms, I can tell you. What's this sir? The great codpiece with nothing in't. How? The word about it, parturiunt montes. What's that I pray sir? You promise to mount us. And belike he was not so good as his word. So it should seem by the Story, for so our names came to be Bunglers. A lamentable hearing that so great a house should shrink and fall to ruin. Two quatres and yet lose it heart, boy?▪ i'faith? what is't? Five pound sir. By my troth this boy goes forward well, ye shall see him come to his preferment i'th' end! Why how now, whose's that gentlemen, a bargeman? I never have any luck Gallants, till my doublets off, I'm not half nimble enough, at this old finquanter drivelbeard: Your worship must pay me all these sir? There, and feast the devil with 'em. Hell gnaw these dice. What do you give over Gallants. Is't not time. I protest, I have but one angel left to guide me home to my lodging. How much thinkst? Some fourscore angels, sir. Peace, we'll join powers anon, and see how strong we are in the whole number, mass, yond guilt Goblet stands so full in mine eye, the whoreson tempts me, it comes like cheese after a great feast, to digest the rest, he will hardly scape me i'faith I see that by him already; back for a parting blow now,--- boy? Anon anon sir: Fetch a pennyworth of soft wax to seal letters. I will sir? Nay had not I strange casting, thrice together, 2. quatres and a dews. Why was not I as often haunted with two treas, and a quater: there's wax for your worship— anon, anon, sir. Screen me a little you whoreson old cross biter. Why what's the business? fill chiton hob Goblet Goblet. And what has master Bowser lost? Faith not very deeply sir, enough for a scholar, some half a score royals. 'sfoot I have lost as many with spurs at their heels. Come Gallants shall we stumble: What's o'clock. Here's none on't Dick, the Goblets carried down. Nay 'tis upon the point of three, boy, Drawer, what's to be done sirs? All's paid, and your worships are welcome, Only there's a Goblet missing Gentlemen, and cannot be found about house. How a Goblet: What manner a one. A guilt Goblet sir, of an indifferent size. 'sfoot I saw such a one lately. It cannot be found now sir. Came there no strangers here? No sir. This a marvelous matter, that a Goblet should be gone, and none but we in the room, the loss is mere all, here as we are; keep the door Vintner. No I beseech your worship.
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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 737–788 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 40 in this edition
Length504 words · 720 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.773
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)
Maiſter Bungler, Maiſter Bungler, y'are mightily miſtooke, I am content to do a gentleman a pleaſure for once, ſo his pawne be neate and ſufficient. Why what ſay you to my Grandfathers ſeale ring here I marry ſir, this is ſomewhat like. Nay view it well, an antient armes, I can tell you. Whats this ſir? The great codpeice with nothing int. How? The word about it, partur iunt montes. Whats that I pray ſir? You promiſe to mount vs. And belike he was not ſo good as his word. So it ſhould ſeeme by the Story, for ſo our names came to be Bunglers▪ A lamentable hearing that ſo great a houſe ſhould ſhrink and fall to ruine. Two quaters and yet looſe it heart, boy? ▪ifaith? what iſt? Fiue pound ſir. By my troth this boy goes forward well, yee ſhall ee him come to his preferment ith' end! Why how now, whoſe that gentlemen, a barge-man? I neuer haue any luck Gallants, till my doublets off, Ime not halfe nimble inough, at this old finquanter driuelbeard: Your worſhip muſt pay me al theſe ſir? There, and feaſt the deuill with em. Hel gnawe theſe dice. What do you giue ouer Gallants. Iſt not time. I proteſt, I haue but one angell left to guid me home to my lodging. How much thinkſt? Some foureſcore angells, ſir. Peace, weele ioyne powers anon, and ſee how ſtrong w are in the whole number, maſſe, yon guilt Goblet ſtands ſo full in mine eye, the whorſon tempts me, it comes like cheeſe after a great feaſt, to diſgeſt the reſt, he wil hardly ſcape mee ifaith I ſee that by him already; back for a parting blow now,▪boy? Anon anon ſir: Fetch a penneworth of ſoft wax to ſeale letters. I will ſir? Nay had not I ſtrange caſting, thrice togither, 2. quaters and a dews. Why was not I as often haunted with two treas, and a quater: Ther's wax for your worſhip—anon, anon, ſir. Screene me a little you whorſon old croſſe biter. Why whats the buſines? fil chiton hb Goblet. And what has maiſter Bowſer loſt? Faith not very deepely ſir, inough for a ſcholler, ſome halfe a ſcore royals. Sfoot I haue loſt as many with ſpurs at their heeles. Come Gallants ſhall we ſtumble: Whats a clock. Heres none ont Dick, the Goblets carried downe. Nay tis vpon the point of three, boy, Drawer, whats to be done ſirs? All's paid, and your worſhips are welcome, Onely there's a Goblet miſſing Gentlemen, and cannot bee found about houſe. How a Goblet: What manner a one▪ A guilt Goblet ſir, of an indifferent ſize. Sfoote I ſaw ſuch a one lately. It cannot be found now ſir. Came there no ſtrangers here? No ſir. This a meruelous matter, that a Goblet ſhould bee gone, and none but wee in the roome, the loſſe is meere all, heere as we are; keepe the doore Vintner. No I beſeech your worſhip.