Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 27 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
What may I conjecture of this Goldstone? he has not only pawned to me this cloak, but the very Diamond and sapphire, which I bestowed upon my new love at Master Primero's house; the cloaks new and comes fitly, to do me great grace at a wedding this morning, to which I was solemnly invited. I can continue change more than the proudest Gallant of 'em all; yet never bestow penny of myself, my pawns do so kindly furnish me: but the sight of these jewels is able to cloy me, did I not preserve my stomach the better for the wedding dinner, a gift could never have come in a more patient hour, nor to be better digested; is she proved false,— but I'll not fiet today nor chafe my blood. Ha, yonder goes Bowser, the place is fit:— boy stand with my horse at Corner, I owe you for a Pink 3. inches deep sir? On— o— oh; Take that in part of payment; for Coome-park: On— o— o? How now, whose's this? 'sfoot one of our Gallants, knocked down like a Calf, is there such a plague of 'em here at London, they begun to knock 'em ath head already: Oh Master Bowser, pray rend me your hand sir; I am slain: Slain and alive? oh cruel execution? What man so savage-spirited durst presume, To strike down satin on two taffeties cut: O lie his hand against a Beuer hat. Some rogue that owes me money, and had no other means To a wedding dinner: I must be d'est myself methinks. How why this my cloak, life how came my cloak hither? Is it yours sir,? Master Goldstone pawned it to me this morning fresh and failing▪ and borrowed five pound upon't. How, pawned it? pray let me near out this story, come, and i'll lend you to the next barber-surgeons;— pawned my cloak? How now Marmaduke what's the wager; Nay my care is at end sir, now I am come to the sight of you? my mistress your cousin entreats you to take part of a dinner with her at home at her house, and bring what Gentleman you please to accompany you. Thank my sweet coz, i'll munch with her say. I'll tell her so. Marmaduke— Sir? Will there be any stockfish thinkst thou? How sir? Tell my coz I've a great appetite to stockfish i'faith— Master Goldstone i'll entreat you to be the gentleman that shall accompany me. Not? me sir? You sir. By my troth concluded, what state bears thy coz sirrah? Oh a fine Merchant's wife,— Or rather a merchant's fine wife— Trust me and that's the properer phrase here at London, and 'tis as absurd too, to call him fine Merchant, for being at sea, a man knows not what pickle he is in. Why true— Yet my coz will be served in plate I can tell you, she has her silver jugs and her guilt Tankards.
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What may I coniecture of this Goldſtone? hee has not onely pawnde to me this cloake, but the verie Diamond and Saphire, which I beſtowde vpon my new loue at Maiſter Primeroes houſe; the cloakes new and comes fitly, to do me great grace at a wedding this morning, to which I was ſolemnly enuited. I can continue change more thē the proudeſt Gallant of em all; yet neuer beſtowe pennie of my ſelfe, my pawnes do ſo kindly furniſh mee: but the ſight of theſe iewells is able to cloy me, di I nor preſerue my ſtomack the better for the wedding dinner, a guift could neuer haue come in a more patient hure, nor to be better diſgeſted; is ſhe prou'd falſe,—but ile not fiet to day no▪ chafe my bloud. Ha, yonder goes Bowſer, the place is fit:—boy ſtand with my horſe at Corner, I owe you for a Pinck 3. inches deepe ſir? On—o—o; Take that in part of payment; for Coome-parke: On—o—o? How now, whoſe this? sfoote one of our Gallants, knockt downe like a Calfe, is there ſuch a plauge of em here at London, they begun to knock em ath head already: Oh Maiſter Bowſer, prayrend me your hand ſir; I am ſlaine: Slaine and aliue? oh cruell execution? What man ſo ſauage-ſpirited durſt preſume, To ſtrike downe attin on two taffeties cut: O lie his hand againſt a Beuer hat. Some roague that owes me money, and had no other meanes To a wedding dinner: I muſt be dreſt myſelf me thinkes. How why this my cloake, life how came my cloake hether? Is it yours ſir,? Maiſter Goldſtone pawnde it to me this morning freſh and aing▪ and borrowed fiue pound vpon't. How, pawnde i? pray let me neare out this ſtory, come, and ile lend you to the next barbers-ſurgeons;—pawnde my cloake? How now Maraduke whats the wager; Nay my care is at end ſir, now I am come to the ſight of you? my miſtris your couzin entreates you to take part of a dinner with her at home at her houſe, and bring what Gentleman you pleaſe to accompany you. Thanke my ſweet couze, ile munch with her ſay. Ile tell her ſo. Marmaduke— Sir? Will there be any ſtock-fiſh thinkſt thou? How ſir? Tell my couze I'ue a great appetite to ſtock-fiſh ifaith—Maiſter Goldſtone ile intreate you to bee the gentleman that ſhall accompany me. No? me ſir? You ſir. By my troth concluded, what ſtate beares thy couze irrah? Oh a fine Merchants wife,— Or rather a Merchants fine wife— Truſt me and thats the roperer phraze here at London, and tis as abſurd too, to call him ine Merchant, for being at ſea, a man knowes not what pickle he is in. Why true— Yet my couze will be ſerude in plate I can tell you, ſhe has her ſiluer lug and her guilt Tankards.