Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 24 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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
The boy is well descended, though he be a rogue and has no feeling on't, yet for my sake, & for my reputations seek not the blood of the boy, his near allied to many men of worship now yet living, a fine old man to his father, it would kill his heart i'faith, heed away like a Crysom. Alas good gentleman? Ah shameless villain, complain'st thou? dost thou want? No, no, no, no. Art not well clad, thy hunger well resisted. Yes, yes, yes, yes, But thou shalt straight to Bridewell. Sweet master. Liue vpon bread and water, and chap choake. I beseech your worship. Come I'll be his surety for once: You shall excuse me indeed sir? He will mend, a may prove an honest man for all this, I know gallant Gentlemen now, that have done as much as this comes too in their youth. Say you so sir? And as for Bridewell, that will but make him worse, a will learn more knavery there in one week, then will furnish him and his heirs for a hundredth year. Deliver the boy. Nay I tell you true Sir, there's none goes in there a quean, but she comes out an arrant whore I warrant you. The boy comes not there for a million. No you had better forgive him by ten parts. True, but a must not know it comes from me, down a your knees you rogue, and thank this gentleman has got your pardon. O I thank your worship: A pox on you for a rogue, you put me to my set speech once a quarter: Nay gentlemen you quite forget your hour, lead master Bowser Let me go you're a dissembler How. Did not you promise me a new gown? Did I not? yes faith did I, and thou shalt have it, go sirrah run for a Tailor presently. Let me see for the colour now; Orange tawny, Peach colour, what sayst to a Watchet Satin? O 'tis the only colour I affect. A very orient colour, an't please your worships, I made a gown on't for a Gentlewoman other day, and it does passing well upon her. A Watchet Satin gown. There your worship left sir. Laid about Tailor. Very good Sir. With four fair Laces. That will be costly sir. How you rogue costly, out ath'house, you slip-shod, sham-legged, brown-thread, penny-skeand rascal. Nay my sweet love. Hang him rogue, he's but a Botcher neither, come I'll send thee a fellow worth a hundred of this, if the slave were clean enough. Who knocks. A Christian: pray is not this master Taylbee's lodging, I was directed hither. Yes, this is my masters lodging. Cry you mercy sir. Is he yet stirring. he's awake, but not yet stirring, for he played away half his clothes last night My mistress commends her secrets unto him, and presents him by me with a new Satin suit here. Mass that comes happily. And she hopes the fashion will content him.
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The boy is well diſcended, though he be a rogue and has no feeling ont, yet for my ſake, & for my reputations ſeeke not the bloud of the boy, his neere allyed to many men of worſhip now yet liuing, a fine old man to his father, it would kill his heart yfaith, heed away like a Cryſom. Alaſſe good gentleman? Ah ſhameles villaine, complainſt thou? doſt thou want? No, no, no, no. Art not well clad, thy hunger well reſiſted. Yes, yes, yes, yes, But thou ſhalt ſtraight to Bridewell. Sweet maiſter. Liue vpon bread and water, and chap choake. I beſeech your worſhip. Come Ile be his ſuerty for once: You ſhall excuſe me indeed ſir? He will mend, a may proue an honeſt man for all this, I know gallant Gentlemen now, that haue done as much as this comes too in their youth. Say you ſo ſir? And as for Bridewell, that will but make him worſe, a will learne more knauery there in one weeke, then will furniſh him and his heires for a hundreth yeare. Deliuer the boy. Nay I tell you true Sir, ther's none goes in there a queane, but ſhe comes out an arrant whore I warrant you. The boy comes not there for a million. No you had better forgiue him by ten parts. True, but a muſt not know it comes from me, downe a your knees you rogue, and thanke this gentleman has got your pardon. O I thanke your worſhip: A pox on you for a rogue, you put me to my ſette ſpeech onee a quarter: Nay gentlemen you quite forget your houre, ead maiſter Bowſer Let me go you'r a diſſembler How. Did not you promiſe me a new gowne? Did I not? yes faith did I, and thou ſhalt haue it, goe firrah runne for a Tayler preſently. Let me ſee for the coulour now; Orange tawny, Peach colour, what ſayſt to a Watchet Sattin? O tis the onely colour I affect. A very orient colour, ant pleaſe your worſhips, I made a gowne ont for a Gentlewoman tother day, and it does paſſing well vpon her. A Watchet Sattin gowne. There your worſhip left ſir. Laid about Tayler. Very good Sir. With foure faire Laces. That will be coſtly ſir. How you rogue coſtly, out ath'houſe, you ſlip-ſhood, ſhamlegd, browne-thred, penny-skeand raſcall. Nay my ſweete loue. Hang him rogue, he's but a Botcher neither, come Ile ſend thee a fellow worth a hundred of this, if the ſlaue were cleane inough. Who knocks. A Chriſtian: pray is not this maiſter Taylbees lodging, I was directed het her. Yes, this is my maiſters lodging. Cry you mercy ſir. Is he yet ſtirring. Hee's awake, but not yet ſtirring, for he plaide away halfe his clothes laſt night My miſtreſſe commends her ſecrets vnto him, and preſents him by me with a new Sattin ſuite here. Maſſe that comes happily. And ſhe hopes the faſhion will content him.