Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 38 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 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
The device for him; a Cuckoo sitting on a tree? The word, En avis ex auibus; one bird made of many; for you know as the Sparrow hatches the Cuckoo, so the Gentleman feathers the Broker? Let me admire thee, master Fitsgrave? They will scorn gentlemen: and to assist them the better, Pursnets boy that little precious pickpocket, has a compendious speech in lattin, and like a Mercury presents their their dispositions more liberally: Never were poor gallants so abused? Hang 'em, their counterfeits, no honest spirit will pity 'em▪ This is my Crown, So good men smile I dread no rascals frown. Away, bestow yourselves secretly, o'erhead, this is the place appointed for the rehearsal, to practise their behaviours. We are vanished. Master Bowcer, well-said i'faith, off with your cloaks gallants, let's fall roundly to our business: Is the boy perfect? That's my credit sir, I warrant you? If our little Mercury should be out, we should scarce be known what we are. I have took a course for that, fear it not sir; look you first here be your Shields: I Where be our Shields? which is mine? Which is mine master Bowcer? this? I pray be contained a little gentlemen, they'll come all time enough to you, I warrant: This Frip is grown so violent; Yours to begin withal sir? well-said master Bowcer, first the Device, a fair purse wide open, the mouth downward, the word Alienis ecce crumenis? What's that prithee? Your bounty powers itself forth to all men. And so it does i'faith? that's all my fault, bountiful? Master Goldstone here's yours sir, 3. silver Dice, the word, Fratremque Patremque? And what's that? Fortune of my side? well-said little Bowcer i'faith? What say you to me sir? For the device A Candle in a corner; the word, Consumptio, Victus: The meaning of that sir? My light is yet in darkness, till I enjoy her, right sir? Now mine sir? The Device an unvalued pearl hid in a Cave. Ah ha sirs? The word, Occultes vendit honores; Very-good I warrant, A black man's a pearl in a fair ladies eye, I said 'twas some such thing; My turn must needs come now; am I fitted Master Bowcer? Trust to me, your device here is a Cuckoo sitting on a tree, The Welsh leaguer, good. The word, En Anis ex Auibus. I marry sir. Why do you know what 'tis sir. No by my troth not yet sir. Oh, I keep one tune, I recant not. I me like the Cuckoo in that indeed, where I love I hold. Did I not promise you I would fit you. They re all very well done i'faith, and very scholarlike, though I say't before thy face little Bowcer, but I would not have thee proud on't now: come if this be performed well. Who the Boy, he has performed deeper matters then this.
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The deuiſe for him; a Cuckow ſitting on a tree? The word, Enauis ex aibs; one bird made of many; for you know as the Sparrow hatches the Cuckow, ſo the Gentleman fethers the Broker? Let me admire thee, maiſter Fitſgraue? They will ſcorne gentlemen: and to aſſiſt them the better, Purſnets boy that little pretious pick-pocket, has a compend ous ſpeech in lattin, and like a Mercury preſents their their diſpoſitions more liberally: Neuer were poore gallants ſo abuſed? Hang 'em, their counterfets, no honeſt ſpirit will pitty 'em▪ This is my Crowne, So good men ſmile I dread no raskalls frowne. Away, beſtow your ſelues ſecretly, ore'head, this is the place appointed for the rehearſall, to practiſe their behauiours. We are vaniſht. Maiſter Bowcer, Welſaid yfaith, off with your cloakes gallants, let's fall roundly to our buſines: Is the boy perfect? That's my credit ſir, I warrant you? If our little Mercury ſhould bee out, wee ſhould ſcarce be knowne what we are▪ I haue tooke a courſe for that, feare it not ſir; looke you firſt heere be your Sheilds: I Where be our Sheilds? which is mine? Which is mine maiſter Bowcer? this? I pray be contained a little gentlemen, they'l come all time ynough to you, I warrant: This Frip is growne ſo violent; Yours to begin withall ſir? welſaid maiſter Bowcer, firſt the Deuice, a fair purſe wide open, the mouth downeward, the word Allinis ecce crumenis? Whats that prithee? Your bounty powres it ſelfe forth to all men. And ſo it does ifaith? that's all my fault, bountifull? Maiſter Goldſtone heers yours ſir, 3. ſiluer Dice, the word, Fratrem que Patrem que ? And whats that? Fortune of my ſide? Welſaid little Bowcer yfaith? What ſay you to me ſir? For the deuice A Candle in a corner; the word, Conſumptio, Victus: The meaning of that ſir? My light is yet in darknes, till inoy her, right ſir? Now mine ſir? The Deuice an vnuallued pearle hid in a Caue. Ah ha ſirs? The word, Occultes vendit honores; Very-good I warrant, A black mans a pearle in a faire Ladyes eye, I ſaid twas ſome ſuch thing; My turne muſt needs come now; am I fitted Maiſter Bowcer? Truſt to me, your deuice here is a Cuckow ſitting on a tree, The Welſh Lidger, good. The word, En Anis ex Aibs. I marry ſir. Why do you know what 'tis ſir. No by my troth not yet ſir▪ Oh, I keepe one tune, I ecant not. I me like the Cuckow in that indeed, where I loue I hold. Did I not promiſe you I would fit you. They re all very well done ifaith, and very Schollerlike, tho I ſay't before thy face little Bowcer, but I would not haue thee proud ont now: come if this be performde well. Who the Boy, he has performd deeper matters then this.