Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 8 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Gamester (to say truth) I am none, but what is it I will not be in good company? I will fit myself to all humours, I will game with a Gamester, drink with a drunkard, be civil with a citizen, fight with a swaggerer, and drab with a whoremaster. An excellent humour i'faith. 'zounds what have we here? A land Porpoise, I think. This is no angry, nor no roaring boy, but a blustering boy; now Aeolus defend us, what puffs are these? I do smell a whore. O Gentlemen, give him good words, he's one of the roaring boys. Rogue. Here sir. Take my cloak, I must unbuckle, my pickled oysters work; puff, puff. Puff, puff. Dost thou retort, in opposition stand. Out you swaggering Rogue, 'zounds I'll kick him out of the room. Out alas! their naked tools are out, Fear not (sweet heart;) come along with me. Thrice happy days they were, and too soon gone, whenas the heart was coupled with the tongue, And no deceitful flattery or guile: Hung on the lovers tear-commixed smile: Could women learn but that imperiousness, By which men use to stint our happiness, When they have purchased us for to be theirs, By customary sighs and forced tears, To give us bits of kindness lest we faint, But no abundance, that we ever want, And still are begging; which too well they know Endears affection, and doth make it grow: Had we these sleights, how happy were we then, That we might glory over lovesick men? But Arts we know not; nor have any skill, To feign a sour look to a pleasing will, Nor couch a secret love in show of hate: But if we like, must be compassionate; Yet I will strive to bridle and conceal, The hid affection which my heart doth feel. Now the boy with the Bird-bolt be praised: nay faith sister forward, 'twas an excellent passion, come let's hear, what is he? if he be a proper man, and have a black eye, a smooth chin, and a curled pare, take him wench, if my father will not consent, run away with him, I'll help to convey you. You talk strangely sister. Sister, sister, dissemble not with me, though you do mean to dissemble with your lover, though you have protested to conceal your affection; by this tongue you shall not, for I'll discover all as soon as I know the Gentleman. Discover, what will you discover? marry, enough I'll warrant thee, first and foremost, I'll tell him thou readst love-passions in print, and speakest every morning without book to thy looking-glass; next, that thou never sleep'st, till an hour after the Bell man; that as soon as thou art asleep, thou art in a dream, and in a dream thou art the kindest and comfortablest bedfellow for kissings and embracings; by this hand, I can not rest for thee, but our father.—
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Gamster (to say truth) I am none, but what is it I will not be in good company? I will it my selfe to all humors, I will game with a Gamster, drinke with a drunkard, be ciuill with a cittizen, fight with a swaggerer, and drabbe with a whoore-master. An excellent humour yfaith. Zownds what haue we heere? A land Porpoise, I thinke. This is no angry, nor no roaring boy, but a blustering boy; now Eolus defend vs, what puffes are these? I doe smell a whoore. O Gentlemen, giue him good words, hee's one of the roaring boyes. Rogue. Heere sir. Take my cloake, I must vnbuckle, my pickled oysters worke; puffe, puffe. Puffe, puffe. Dost thou retort, in opposition stand. Out you swaggering Rogue, Zownds Ile kicke him out of the roome. Out alas! their naked tooles are out, Feare not (sweet heart;) come along with me. Thrice happy dayes they were, and too soone gone, When as the heart was coupled with the tongue, And no deceitfull flattery or guile: Hung on the Louers teare-commixed smile: Could women learne but that imperiousnesse, By which men vse to stint our happinesse, When they haue purchast vs for to be theirs, By customarie sighs and forced teares, To giue vs bittes of kindnesse lest we faint, But no aboundance, that we euer want, And still are begging; which too well they know Endeeres affection, and doth make it grow: Had we these sleights, how happy were we then, That we might glory ouer loue-sicke men? But Arts we know not; nor haue any skill, To faine a sowre looke to a pleasing will, Nor cowch a secret loue in shew of hate: But if we like, must be compassionate; Yet I will striue to bridle and conceale, The hid affection which my heart doth feele. Now the boy with the Bird-bolt be praisde: nay faith sister forward, t'was an excellent passion, come let's heare, what is hee? if hee be a proper man, and haue a blacke eye, a smooth chinne, and a curld pare, take him wench, if my father will not consent, runne away with him, I'le helpe to conuey you. You talke strangely sister. Sister, sister, dissemble not with me, though you doe meane to dissemble with your louer, though you haue protested to conceale your affection; by this tongue you shall not, for I'le discouer all as soone as I know the Gentleman. Discouer, what will you discouer? Mary, enough Ile warrant thee, first and formost, Ile tell him thou readst loue-passions in print, and speakest euerie morning without booke to thy looking-glasse; next, that thou neuer sleep'st, till an houre after the Bell man; that as soone as thou art asleepe, thou art in a dreame, and in a dreame thou art the kindest and comfortablest bed-fellow for kissings and embracings; by this hand, I can not rest for thee, but our father. —