Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 26 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
And hark thee tell thy mistress as I'm a Gentleman, I'll dispatch her out of hand, the first thing I do a my credit, canst thou remember these words now? Yes sirrah you are a Gentleman you'll dispatch her out of hand the first thing you do Ia my credit. Oh of your credit, I thought not of that fir. Remember that good boy? Fear it not now fir. I dreamed to nigh Jack, I should have a secret supply out a'th' City Your dream crawls out partly well sir,— what news there now? I have an arrant no master Taylbee— Yonder walks my master; Mistress Tiffany commends her to your worship and h'as sent you your ten pound in gold back gain, and says she cannot furnish you of the same Lawn you desire, till after all hollantide— Thank her she would let me understand so much? ha, ha,— this wench will live, why this was sent like a work woman now, the rest are borchers to her, faith I commend her cunning, she's a fool, that makes her servant fellow to her heart, it robs her of respect, dams up all duty, keeps her in awe e'en of the slave she keeps. This takes a wise course I commend her more, Sends back the gold, I never saw before: Well women are my best friends i'faith, Takes lands give me good legs: Firm back white hand black eye, brown hair, And ad but to these five a comely stature, Let others live by art and I by nature. Master Bowser master Bowser, ha, ha, ho, master Bowser. Holla: What not out of thy kennel, Master Bowser. Master Goldstone, your an early Gallant sir? A fair cloak yonder i'faith,— by my troth a bed Master Bowser, you remember your promise well o'er night. Why what's o'clock sir? Do you ask that now, why the chimes are spent at Saint Brides. 'tis a Gentleman's hour, saith Master Goldstone i'll be ready in a trice. Away there's no trust to you: Faith i'll come instantly? Nay choose whether you will or no, by my troth your cloak shall go before you— Nay Master Goldstone I ha' sworn— do you hear sir: Away, away, faith I'm angry with you, pox, a bed now I'm ashamed of it. Foot my cloak, my cloak Master Goldstone, 'slife what meant you by this sir you'll bring it back again, I hope, no not yet, by my troth I care very little for such kind of jesting, methinks this familiarity now extends a little too far, unless it be a new fashion come forth this morning, secretly yesterday 'twould have shown unmannerly, and saucily; I scarce know yet what to think on't, well there's no great profit in standing in my shirt, i'll on with my clothes, has bound me to follow the suit, my cloaks a stranger he was made but yesterday, & I do not love to trust him alone in company.
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And harke thee tell thy miſtreſſe as lm'e a Gentleman, Ile diſpatch her out of hand, the firſt thing I do a my credit, canſt thou remember theſe words now? Yes ſiras you are a Gentleman you'le diſpatch her out of hand the firſt thing you do Ia my credit. Oh of your credit, I thought not of that fir. Remember that good boy? Feare it not now fir. I dreamt to nighe Iacke, I ſhould haue a ſecret ſupply out a'th Citty Your dreame craules out partly well ſir,—what newes there now? I haue an arrant no maiſter Taylbee— Yonder walks my maiſtr; Miſtres Tiffany commends her to your worſhip and h'as ſent you your ten pound in gold backe gaine, and ſayes ſhee cannot furniſh you of the ſame Lawne you deſire, till after all hollantide— Thanke her ſhe would let me vnderſtand ſo much? ha, ha,—this wench wil liue, why this was ſent like a worke woman now, the reſt are borchers to her, faith I commend her cunning, ſhees a foole, that makes her ſeruant fellowe to her heart, it robs her of reſpect, dams vp all duty, keepes her in awe e'en of the ſlaue ſhee keepes. This takes a wiſe courſe I commend her more, Sends back the gold, I neuer ſawe before: Well women are my beſt friends ifaith, Takes lands giue me good legs: Firme back white hand black eye, browne haire, And ad but to theſe fiue a comly ſtature, Let others liue by art and I by nature. Maiſter Bowſer Maiſtr Bowſer, ha, ha, ho, maiſter Bowſer. Holla: What not out of thy kennel, Maiſter Bowſer. Maiſter Goldſtone, your an early Gallant ſir? A faire cloake yonder ifaith,—by my troth a bed Maiſter Bowſer, you remember your promiſe well ore night. Why whats a clock ſir? Do you aske that now, why the chimes are ſpent at Saint Brides. Tis a Gentlemans houre, ſaith Maiſter Goldſtone ile bee ready in a trice. Away theres no truſt to you: Faith ile come inſtantly? Nay chuſe whether you will or no, by my troth your cloake ſhall goe before you— Nay Maiſter Goldſtore I ha ſworke—do you heare ſir: Away, away, faith Ime angry with you, pox, a bed now Ime aſhamde of it. Foote my cloake, my cloake Maiſter Goldſtone, ſlife what meant you by this ſir you'le bring it back agen, I hope, no not yet, by my troth I care very little for ſuch kinde of ieſting, me thinkes this familiarity now extends a little too far, vnleſſe it be a new faſhion come forth this morning▪ ſecreetly yeſterday twould haue ſhowne vnmannerly, and ſawcily; I ſcarce know yet what to thinke on't, well there's no great profit in ſtanding in my ſhirt, ile on with my cloathes, has bound mee to follow the ſuite, my cloakes a ſtranger hee was made but yeſterday, & I do not loue to truſt him alone in company.