Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 22 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Nay read forward, I have found 3. of your Gallants, like your bewitching shame merely sophistical, there's your bawdgallant, your pocket-Gallant, & your Whore-Gallant. Master Taylbee. That's he I count the world but as my prey, to maintain you? That's just the phrase and still of 'em all, to him: they meet altogether in one effect, and it may well hold too, for they all jump upon one cause, subands lechery. What shapes can flattery take, let me entreat you, Both in the virgins right, and our good hopes Since your hours are so fortunate, to proceed. Why he's base that fairs, until he crown his deed. See that dissembling devil, that perjured strumpet. Welcome my soul's best wish,— oh out alas, thy arm bound in a scarf, I shall sown instantly, Heart and i'll fetch you again in the same tune, O my unmatched love, if any spark of life remain, Look up, my comfort, my delight, my— O good, o good? The organ of her voice is tuned again, There's hope in women, when their speech returns: See like the Moon after a black eclipse, She by degrees recovers her pure light: How cheers my love? As one new waked out of a deadly trance, The fit scarce quiet. 'twas terrible for the time, I'd much ado to fetch you. Shrew your fingers, How came my comfort wounded, speak? Faith in a fray last night. In a fray? will you lose your blood so vainly, Many a poor creature lacks it, tell me how? What was the quarrel? Loath to tell you that. Loath to tell me. Yet 'twas my cause of coming. Why then, must not I know it: Since you urge it, you shall, You're a strumpet. O news abroad sir? Say you so. Why you knew that the first night you lay with me. Nay not to me, only but to the world. Speak within compass man. Faith you know none, you sail without. I have the better skill then. At my first step into a Tavern-room, to spy that chain of pearl wound on a stranger's arm you begged of me. How, you mistook it sure. By heaven the very self same chain. O cry you mercy, 'tis true, i'd forgot it, 'tis S. George's day tomorrow, I lent it to my cousin only to grace his arm before his mistress. Notable cunning. And is this all now i'faith. Not, I durst go further. Why, let me never possess your love, if you see not that again a Thursday morning, I take't unkindly i'faith you should fall out with me for such a trifle. Better and better. Come, a kiss and friends. Away. By this hand I'll spoil your atme and you will not. More for this then the Devil. Ye, at your book so hard. Against my will, are you there signor Logic, A pox of you sir.
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Nay reade forward, I haue found 3. of your Gallants, like your bewitching ſhame meerely ſophiſticall, there's your Bawde-Gallant, your pocket-Gallant, & your Whore-Gallant. Maiſter Taylbee. Thats he I count the world but as my prey, to maintaine you? Thats iuſt the phraze and ſtil of em all, to him: they meete altogither in one effect, and it may well hold too, for they all iumpe vpon one cauſe, ſubands lechery. What ſhapes can flattery take, let me entreate you, Both in the virgins right, and our good hopes Since your houres are ſo fortunate, to proceede. Why he's baſe that faires, vntil he crowne his deed. See that diſſembling deuill, that periurde ſtrumpet. Welcome my ſoules beſt wiſh,—oh out alaſle▪ thy arme bound in a ſcarfe, I ſhall ſowne inſtantly, Heart and ile fetch you agen in the ſame tune, O my vnmatched loue, if any ſparke of life remaine, Looke vp, my comfort, my delight, my— O good, o good? The organ of her voice is tunde agen, Theres hope in women, when their ſpeech returnes▪ See like the Moone after a black ecclipſe, She by degrees recouers her pure light: How cheeres my loue? As one new wah't out of a deadly trance, The fit ſcarce quiet. Twas terrible for the time, Ide much ado to fetch you. Shrew your fingers, How came my comfort wounded, ſpeake? Faith in a fray laſt night. In a fray? will you looſe your bloud ſo vainely, Many a poore creature lacks it, tell me how? What was the quarrell? Loath to tell you that. Loath to tell me. Yet twas my cauſe of comming. Why then, muſt not I know it: Since you vrge it, you ſhall, Y'are a ſtrumpet. O newes abroad ſir? Say you ſo. Why you knew that the firſt night you lay with me. Nay not to me, onely but to the world. Speake within compaſſe man. Faith you know none, you ſaile without. I haue the better skill then. At my firſt ſtep into a Tauerne-roome, to ſpie that chaine of pearle wound on a ſtrangers arme you begd of me. How, you miſlooke it ſure. By heauen the very ſelfe ſame chaine▪ O cry you mercy, tis true, ide forgot it, tis S. Georges day to morrow, I lent it to my couzin onely to grace his arme before his mſis. Notable cunning. And is this all now ifaith. Not, I durſt goe further. Why, let me neuer poſſeſſe your loue, if you ſee not that againe a Thurſday morning, I tak't vnkindly yfaith you ſhould fall out with me for ſuch atrifle. Better and better. Come, a kiſſe and friends. Away. By this hand Ile ſpoile your atme and you will not. More for this then the Diuell. Yee, at your booke ſo hard. Againſt my will, are you there Signior Logick, A pox of you ſir.