Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 4 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Why but whither do you mean to go Master? Why to Sea. To sea! Lord bless us, methinks I hear of a tempest already, but what will you do at Sea? Why as other Gallants do that are spent, turn pirate. O Master! have the grace of Wapping before your eyes, remember a high tide, give not your friend's cause to wet their handkerchers: nay Master, I'll tell you a better course than so, you and I will go and rob mine uncle; if we scape, we'll domineer together, if we be taken, we'll be hanged together at Tyburn, that's the warmer gallows of the two. By your leave sir, whereabouts dwells one M. Bubble? Do you hear, my friend, do you know M. Bubble if you do see him? No in truth do I not. What is your business with Master Bubble? Marry sir, I come with welcome news to him. Tell it, my friend, I am the man. May I be assured sir, that your name is master Bubble? I tell thee, honest friend, my name is master Bubble, Master Bartholomew Bubble. Why then sir, you are heir to a million, for your uncle the rich usurer is dead. Pray thee honest friend, go to the next Haberdashers, and bid him send me a new melancholy hat, and take thou that for thy labour. I will sir. umh, umh, umh. I would the news were true; see how my little Bubble is blown up with't! Do you hear, my friend, for what do you knock there? Marry sir, I would speak with the worshipful Master Bubble. The worshipful! and what would you do with the worshipful Master Bubble? I am the man. I cry your worship mercy then, Master Thong the Beltmaker sent me to your worship, to give you notice, that your uncle is dead, and that you are his only heir. Thy news is good, and I have looked for't long, Thanks unto thee, my friend, and goodman Thong. Certainly, this news is true: for see another, by this light his Scrivener! now M. Blank, whither away so fast? Master Stains, God save you, where is your man? Why look you sir, do you not see him? God save the right worshipful master Bubble; I bring you heavy news with a light heart. What are you? I am your worships poor Scrivener. He is an honest man it seems, for he has both his ears. I am one that your worship's uncle committed some trust in for the putting out of his money, and I hope I shall have the putting out of yours. The putting out of mine! would you have the putting out of money? Yea sir. No sir, I am old enough to put out my own money. I have writings of your worships. As thou lov'st thy profit, hold thy tongue, thou and I will confer.
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Why but whither doe you meane to goe Maister? Why to Sea. To sea! Lord blesse vs, me thinks I heare of a tempest already, but what will you doe at Sea? Why as other Gallants doe that are spent, turne pyrate. O Maister! haue the grace of Wapping before your eyes, remember a high tide, giue not your friends cause to wet their handkerchers: nay Maister, Ile tell you a better course then so, you and I will goe and robbe mine vncle; if we scape, wee'le dominiere together, if we be taken, wee'le be hanged together at Tyburne, that's the warmer gallowes of the two. By your leaue sir, whereabouts dwels one M. Bubble? Doe you heare, my friend, doe you know M. Bubble if you doe see him? No in truth doe I not. What is your businesse with Maister Bubble? Marry sir, I come with welcome newes to him. Tell it, my friend, I am the man. May I be assured sir, that your name is master Bubble? I tell thee, honest friend, my name is master Bubble, Master Bartholomew Bubble. Why then sir, you are heire to a million, for your vncle the rich vsurer is dead. Pray thee honest friend, goe to the next Haberdashers, and bid him send me a new melancholy hat, and take thou that for thy labour. I will sir. Vmh, vmh, vmh. I would the newes were true; see how my little Bubble is blowne vp with't! Doe you heare, my friend, for what doe you knocke there? Marry sir, I would speake with the worshipfull Master Bubble. The worshipfull! and what would you doe with the worshipfull Master Bubble? I am the man. I cry your worship mercy then, Master Thong the Belt-maker sent me to your worship, to giue you notice, that your vncle is dead, and that you are his onely heire. Thy newes is good, and I haue look'd for't long, Thankes vnto thee, my friend, and goodman Thong. Certainely, this newes is true: for see another, by this light his Scriuener! now M. Blancke, whither away so fast? Maister Staines, God saue you, where is your man? Why looke you sir, do you not see him? God saue the right worshipfull master Bubble; I bring you heauy newes with a light heart. What are you? I am your worships poore Scriuener. He is an honest man it seems, for he has both his eares. I am one that your worships vncle committed some trust in for the putting out of his mony, and I hope I shall haue the putting out of yours. The putting out of mine! would you haue the putting out of money? Yea sir. No sir, I am olde enough to put out my owne mony. I haue writings of your worships. As thou lou'st thy profite, hold thy tongue, thou and I will conferre.