Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 21 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 · 475 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Lela ha, ho? There boy, again, what news there? Master, pist, master? How now boy. I have descried a prize. Another lad? The gull, the scholar? Master Bowser: ay, comes along this way: Without company. As sure, as he is your own. Back to thy place boy, I have the luck today, to rob in safety: Two precious cowards, whist: I hear him— stand You lie, I came forth to go. Deliver your purse. 'tis better in my pocket. How now, at disputations, signor fool. I've so much logic to confute a knave, a thief, a rogue- Hold, hold, sir, and you be a gentleman hold, let me rise. Heart 'tis the courtesy of his scarf unmasked him to me, Above the lip by chance, i'll counterfeit, Light, because I am a scholar, you think belike that scholars have no metal in 'em, but you shall find,— I have not done with you cousin. As you're a Gentleman: As you're a rogue? Keep on upon your way sir: You bade me stand? I have been once down for that: And then deliver? Deliver me from you sir— oh pax on't, has wounded me Eela, ha, ho my horse, my horse boy: Have you your boy so ready: oh thou world, How art thou muffled in deceitful fonnes: There's such a mist of these, and still hath been, The brightness of true Gentry is scarce seen: This journey was most happily assigned, I have found him dross both in his means and mind: what papers this he dropped? i'll look on't as I go. A gull call you him, let me always set upon wisemen, they'll be afraid of their lives, they have a feeling of their iniquities, and knows what 'tis to die with fighting, 'sfoot this gull lays on without fear, or wit, how deep's it sayst thou boy? By my faith three inches sir. La, this was long of you, you rogue: Of me sir. Forgive me dear boy, my wound ached, and I grew angry, there's hope of life boy, is there not? Puh, my life for yours. A comfortable boy in man's extremes! I was near so afraid in my life but the fool would have seen my face, he had me at such advantage, he might have commanded my scarf, I scaped well there 'thas choked me; my reputation had been past recovery, yet live I unsuspected, and still fit for Gallants choice societies— but here I vow, if ere I see this Bowser when he cannot see me, either in by-lane, privilege place, Court, Alley, or come behind him when he's standing, or take him when he reels from a Tavern late, pissing again a conduit, Wall, or Gate, when he's in such a plight and clear from me, i'll do that I am ashamed to speak till then.
seed 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)
Lela ha, ho? There boy, agen, what newes there? Maiſter, piſt, maſter? How now boye. I haue diſcride a prize. Another lad? The gull, the ſcholler? Maiſter Bowſer: I, comes a long this way: Without company. As ſure, as he is your owne. Back to thy place boye, I haue the luck to day, to rob in ſafety: Two pretious cowards, whiſt: I heare him—ſtand You lie, I came forth to goe. Deliuer your purſe. Tis better in my pocket. How now, at diſputations, ſignior foole. I'ue ſo much logick to conute a knaue, a thiefe, a rogue- Hold, hold, ſir, and you be a gentleman hold, let mee riſe. Heart tis the curtizy of his ſcarf vnaskt him to me, Aboue the lip by chance, ile counterfit, Light, becauſe I am a ſcholler, you thinke belike that ſchollers haue no mettal in em, but you ſhal finde,—I haue not don with you couſin. As you're a Gentleman: As you're a roague? Keepe on vpon your way ſir: You bad me ſtand? I haue beene once downe for that: And then deliuer? Deliuer mee from you ſir—oh pax on't, has wounded me Eela, ha, ho my horſe, my horſe boye: Haue you your boy ſo ready: oh thou world, How art thou muffled in deceitfull fonnes: There's ſuch a miſt of theſe, and ſtill hath beene, The brightneſſe of true Gentry is ſcarce ſeene: This iourney was moſt happily aſſignde, I haue found him droſſe both in his meanes and minde: what papers this he dropt? ile looke on't as I goe. A gull call you him, let me alwaies ſet vpon wiſemen, theyle be afread of their liues, they haue a feeling of their inniquities, and knowes what tis to die with fighting▪ sfoote this gull laies on without feare, or wit, how deepe's it ſayſt thou boye? By my faith three inches ſir. La, this was long of you, you roague: Of me ſir. Forgiue me deere boy, my wound akte, and I grewe angry, there's hope of life boy, is there not? Puh, my life for yours. A comfortable boye in mans extreames! I was nere ſo afread in my life but the foole would haue ſeene my face, hee had mee at ſuch aduantage, hee might haue commanded my Scaf, Iſcapt well there tad choakt mee; my reputation had beene paſt recouery, yet liue I vnſuſpected, and ſtil fit for Gallants choice ſocieties—but here I vowe, if ere I ſee this Bowſer when hee cannot ſee mee, either in by-lane, priuiledge place, Court, Alley, or come bekinde him when hees ſtanding, or take him when heereeles from a Tauerne late, piſſing againe a Cundit, Wall, or Gate, when hee's in ſuch a plight and cleere from me, ile do that I am aſhamde to ſpeake till then.