Your Five Gallants (The Five Witty Gallants) · chunk 39 of 40
Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
I a pox on him, I think was in my pocket now, and truth were known. I caught him once in mine. Suppose the shields are presented, than you begin boy. I representing Mercury, am a Pickpocket, and have his part at my finger's ends, Page I am to that great and secret thief, magno illo et Secreto Latroni. There you make your honour sir. At Latroni. You have it sir. Latroni, that's mine. He confesses the thief's his. Remember boy, you point Latroni to me. To you Master, proceed. These four are his companions, the one a notable cheater, that will cozen his own father. Master Goldstone. Let me alone master Boucer, I can take mine own turn. Why. Peace. The second an notorious lecher maintained by harlots cuius virtus consumptio corpus. That's I master Bowcer. There you remember your honour sir. Ille leno pretiosissimus, Virgineos ob lucrum vendens honores. It sounds very well i'faith. Postremus ille, quamuis apparatus splendidus, is no otherwise but a Broker, these feathers are not his own, sed anis ex Auibus; all which to be nothing but truth, will appear by the event. i'faith here's all now Gentlemen. Short and pithy. A good boy i'faith and a pregnant. I dare put trust in the Boy sir; forget not sirrah at any▪ hand to point that same Latroni to me. I warrant you master. Come Gentlemen the time beckons us away. ay, furnish Gentlemen, furnish. Hark one word master Boucer, what's the same Latroni, I have a good mind to that word i'faith. Latroni? why Sheerse of the sheer. i'faith? and I have shriven some shears in my days. Now gentlemen are you satisfied and pleased? never more amply. Amongst us now falls that desired lot, For we shall blast five rivals with one plot. Grave gentlemen, in whose approved bosoms, My deceased father did repose much faith Your dearly welcome: pray sit, command music, See nothing want to beautify this night, That holds my election in her peaceful arms, Feasts, Music, Hymns, those sweet celestial swarms. May you be blessed in this election. That content, may meet perfection. Sound Lute. Bandora, Gittern, Violent, Virginals and cithron! Voices spring and lift aloud, Her name that makes the Music proud: this night perfection, makes her election: Follow, follow follow, follow round, Look you to that, nay you to that, nay you to that: Anon, you will be found, anon you will be found, anon you will be found. Alienis ecce crumenis. bows to her. Fratremque, Patremque. bows to her. Consumptio victus. bows to her. Occultos vendit honores. bows to her. A Cuckoo: en anis ex auibus. bows to her. Are you all as the speech and shields display you? we shall prove so. The very chain of Pearl was filched from me. Hold stop the boy there. Will none lay hands on him. How now. Alas I'm but a broker, 'twas pawned to me in my shop. Ha, Fitsgrave?
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I a pox on him, I thinke was in my pocket now, and truth were knowne. I caught him once in mine. Suppoſe the ſhields are preſented, then you begin boy. I repreſenting Mercury, am a Pick-pocket, and haue his part at my fingers ends, Page I am to that great and ſecret theefe, magno illo et Secret Latroni. There you make your honor ſir▪ At Latroni. You haue it ſir. Latroni, thats mine. He confeſles the Theefe's his. Remember boy, you point Latroni to me. To you Maiſter, proceede▪ Theſe foure are his companions, the one a notable cheater, that will cooſen his owne father. Maiſter Goldſtone. Let mee alone maiſter Boucer, I can take mine owne turne. Why. Peace. The ſecond an notorious letcher maintained by harlots cuius virtus conſumptio corpus. Thats I maiſter Bowcer. There you remember your honor ſir. Ille leno pretioſiſſis, Virgineos ob lucrum vendens honores. It ſounds very well yfaith. Poſtremus ill, quamuis apparatuſplendidus, is no otherwiſe but a Broker, theſe fethers are not his owne, ſed anis ex Auibus; all which to bee nothing but truth, will appeare by the euent. Ifaith here's all now Gentlemen. Short and pithy. A good boy yfaith and a pregnant. I dare put truſt in the Boy ſir; forget not firrah at any ▪hand to point that ſame Latroni to me. I warrant you maiſter. Come Gentlemen the time beckons vs away. I, furniſh Gentlemen, furniſh. Harke one word maiſter Boucer, what's the ſame Latroni, I haue a good minde to that word ifaith. Latroni? why Sheerfe of the Sheere. Ifaith? and I haue ſhuen ſome ſheeres in my daies. Now gentlemen are you ſatsfied and pleaſd? Neue: more amply▪ Amongſt vs now falls that deſired lot, For we ſhall blaſt fiue riualls with one plot. Graue gentlemen, in whoſe approued boſomes, My deceaſt father did repoſe much faith Your deerely welcome: pray ſit, command muſick, See nothing want to beautifie this night, That holds my election in her peacefull armes, Feaſts, Muſick, Hymnes, thoſe ſweete celeſtiall ſwarmes. May you be bleſt in this election. That content, may meete perfection. Sound Lute. Bandra, Gitterne, Uioll, Virginalls and Sithron! Uoices ſpring and lift alowde, Her name that makes the Muſick proud: this night perfection, makes her election: Follow, follow follow, follow round, Looke you to that, nay you to that, nay you to that: Anon, you will be found, anon you will bee found, anon you will bee found. Alienis ecce crumenis. Bowes to her. Fratremque, Patremque. Bowes to her. Conſumptio victus. Bowes to her. Occultos vendit honores. Bowes to her. A Cuckow: en anis ex aibus. Bowes to her. Are you all as the ſpeech and ſhields diſplay you? Wee ſhall prooue ſo. The very chaine of Pearle was filcht from me. Hold ſtop th boy there. Will none lay hands on him. How now. Alas Ime but a broker, 'twas pawnd to me in my ſhop. Ha, Fitſgraue?