Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 23 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.72 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Why how now, what has fate sent us here, in the name of Venus' goddess of Cypress. A freebooter's pink sir, three or four inches deep. No more, that's conscionable i'faith. Troth I'm sorry for't, pray how came it sir? Faith by a paltry fray, in Colman-streete. Coome-park he would say. No less than three at once sir, made a Triangle with their Swords and Daggers, and all opposing me. And amongst those three, only one hurt you sir. Ex for ex. Troth and I'll tell you what luck I had too, since I parted from you last. What I pray? The day you offered to ride with me, I wish now I'd had your company, 'sfoot I was set upon in Coome-park by three too. Bah. Robbed by this light of as much gold and jewels, as I valued at forty pound, Sure Saturn is in the fifth house. I know not that, he may be in the sixth and he will for me, I am sure they were in my pocket wheresoever they were: but I'll near refuse a Gentleman's company again when 'tis offered me, I warrant you. I must remember you, 'tis Miter-night Ladies. Mass 'tis indeed, Friday today, I'd quite forgot, when a woman's busy, how the time runs away. Oh you'ave betrayed us both. I understand you not. Y'ave let him see, the chain of Pearl I gave you. Who him: will you believe me, By this hand he never saw it. Upon a stranger's arm he swore to me, Mass that may be, for the truth is i'faith, I was robbed on't at Coome-park. 'twas that betrayed it, I would had staid him, He was no stranger, he was a thief i'faith, For thieves will be no strangers. How shall I excuse it? Nay I have you fast enough boy, you rogue. Good sir, I beseech you sir, let me go. A pickpocket, nay you shall to Newgate luck you: is this your Boy sir. How now boy? a monster? thy arm lined fast in another's pocket, where learned you that manners; what company have you kept o'late, that you are so transformed into a rogue, that shape I know not, believe me sir I much wonder at the alteration of this boy, where he should get this nature: as good a child to see to, and as virtuous, he has his Creed by heart, reads me his chapter duly every night; he will not miss you one tittle in the nine commandments. There's ten of 'em. I fear he skips over one; thou shalt not steal. Mass like enough. Else grace and memory, would quite abash the boy. Thou graceless imp, ah thou prodigious child, begot at some aec ipse, degenerate rogue. Shame to thy friends, and to thy master eke: how far digressing from the noble mind of thy brave Ancestors that lie in Marble, with their coat armours over 'em. Had he such friends?
nodes 990–1029 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 40 in this edition
Length
494 words · 678 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.722 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why how now, what has fate ſent vs here, in the name of Venus goddeſſe of Cypreſſe. A Free-booters pinck ſir, three or foure inches deepe. No more, thats conſcionable yfaith. Troth Ime ſory for't, pray how came ir ſir? Faith by a paltry fray, in Colman-ſtreete. Coome-parke he would ſay. No leſſe then three at once ſir, made a Triangle with their Swords and Daggers, and all oppoſing me. And amongſt thoſe three, onely one hurt you ſir. Ex for ex. Troth and Ile tell you what luck I had too, ſince I parted from you laſt. What I pray? The day you offered to ride with mee, I wiſh now Ide had your company, Sfoote I was ſet vpon in Coome-parke by three too. Bah. Robd by this light of as much gold and Iewels, as I valued at forty pound, Sure Saturne is in the fifth houſe. I know not that, hee may be in the ſixt and he will for me, I am ſure they were in my pocket whereſoeuer they were: but Ile nere refuſe a Gentlemans company agen when 'tis offered me, I warrant you. I muſt remember you, 'tis Miter-night Ladies. Maſſe 'tis indeed, Friday to day, Ide quite forgot, when a womans buſie, how the time runs away. Oh y'aue betraid vs both. I vnderſtand you not. Y'aue let him ſee, the chaine of Pearle I gaue you. Who him: will you beleeue me, By this hand he neuer ſaw it. Vpon a ſtrangers arme he ſwore to me, Maſſe that may be, for the truh is ifaith, I was robd on't `at Coome-parke. Twas that betraid it, I would had ſtaide him, He was no ſtranger, he was a theefe yfaith, For theeues will be no ſtrangers. How ſhall I excuſe it? Nay I haue you faſt inough boy, you roague. Good ſir, I beſeech you ſir, let me go. A pick-pocket, nay you ſhall to Newgate luck you: is this your Boy ſir. How now boy? a monſter? thy arme linde faſt in an others pocket, where learnt you that manners; what company haue you kept alate, that you are ſo tranſformd into a roage, that ſhape I know nt, beleeue me ſir I much wonder at the alteration of this boy, where he ſhould get this nature: as good a childe to ſee to, and as vertuous, hee has his Creed by heart, reads me his chapter duly euery night; hee will not miſſe you one tittle in the nine commandements. Theres ten of em. I feare he skips ore one; thou ſhalt not ſteale. Maſſe like enough. Elſe grace and memory, would quite abaſh the boy. Thou graceleſſe impe, ah thou prodigious child, begot at ſome ec ipſe, degenerate rogue. Shame to thy friends, and to thy maiſter eke: how far digreſſing from the noble minde of thy braue Anceſters that lie in Marble, with their coate aors ore em. Had he ſuch friends?