Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 16 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
With all my heart. Honour. What be't, Hearts? The King, what say you? You must speak sir. Why I bid thirteen. fourteen. fifteen. sixteen. sixteen, seventeen. You shall ha''t for me. eighteen. Take it to you sir. Udslid I'll not be outbraved. I vie it. I'll none of it. Nor I. Give me a mournival of aces, and a gleek of queens. And me a gleek of knaves. Udslid, I am gleeked this time. Play. Equal fortunes befall you Gallants. Will Rash, well, I pray see what a vile game I have What's your game, Gleek? Yes faith, Gleek, and I have not one Court card, but the knave of Clubs. Thou hast a wild hand indeed: thy small cards show like a troop of rebels, and the knave of Clubs their chief Leader. And so they do as God save me, by the cross of this silver he says true. Pray, play sir: Honour. How go the stocks Gentlemen, what's won or lost? This is the first game. Yes this is the first game, but by the cross of this silver here's all of five pounds. Good day to you Gentlemen. Francke, welcome by this hand, how dost lad? And how does thy wench i'faith. Why fat and plump Like thy geldings: thou giv'st them both good provender It seems, go to, thou art one of the maddest wags, Of a Citizen i'th' town, the whole company talks of thee already. Talk, why let 'em talk, udsfoot I pay scot and lot, and all manner of duties else, as well as the best of 'em: it may be they understand I keep a whore, a horse, and a kennel of hounds, what's that to them? no man's purse opens for't but mine own; and so long, my hounds shall eat flesh, my horse bread, and my whore wear velvet. Why there spoke a courageous Boy. Uds'foot, shall I be confined all the days of my life to walk under a penthouse? no, I'll take my pleasure whiles my youth affords it. By the cross of these hilts, I'll never play at Gleek again, whilst I have a nose on my face, I smell the knavery of the game. Why what's the matter? who has lost? marry that have I, by the hilts of my sword, I have lost forty crowns, in as small time almost, as while a man might tell it. Change your Game for dice, We are a full number for novum. With all my heart, where's M. Ambush the broker Ninnihammer? Sir. Go to M. Ambush, and bid him send me twenty marks upon this Diamond. I will sir. Look you (to make us the merrier) who comes here. A fresh Gamester, M. Bubble, God save you. Tu quoque sir. God save you Master Bubble. Tu quoque. Save you sir. Et tu quoque. Good master Bubleb Et tu quoque. Is your name Master Bubble? Master Bubble is my name, sir. God save you sir.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
With all my heart. Honnor. What ist, Harts? The King, what say you? You must speake sir. Why I bid thirteene. Foureteene. Fifteene. Sixteene. Sixteene, seuenteene. You shal ha't for me. Eighteene. Take it to you sir. Vslid I'le not be out-brau'd. I vie it. I'le none of it. Nor I. Giue me a mournauall of aces, and a gleek of queens. And me a gleeke of knaues. Vslid, I am gleek't this time. Play. Equall fortunes befall you Gallants. Will Rash, well, I pray see what a vile game I haue What's your game, Gleeke? Yes faith, Gleek, and I haue not one Court carde, but the knaue of Clubbes. Thou hast a wilde hand indeed: thy small cardes shew like a troupe of rebelles, and the knaue of Clubbes their chiefe Leader. And so they doe as God saue me, by the crosse of this siluer he sayes true. Pray, play sir: Honnor. How goe the stockes Gentlemen, what's won or lost? This is the first game. Yes this is the first game, but by the crosse of this siluer heere's all of fiue pounds. Good day to you Gentlemen. Francke, welcome by this hand, how dost lad? And how does thy wench yfaith. Why fat and plump Like thy geldings: thou giu'st them both good prouender It seemes, go to, thou art one of the madd'st wagges, Of a Cittizen 'ith town, the whole company talkes of thee already. Talke, why let vm talke, vdsfoot I pay scot and lot, and all manner of dueties else, as well as the best of vm: it may be they vnderstand I keepe a whoore, a horse, and a kennell of hownds, what's that to them? no mans purse opens for't but mine owne; and so long, my hownds shall eate flesh, my horse bread, and my who ore weare veluet. Why there spoke a courageous Boy. Vdsfoote, shall I be confin'd all the dayes of my life to walke vnder a pent-house? no, I'le take my pleasure whiles my youth affoords it. By the crosse of these hilts, I'le neuer play at Gleeke againe, whilst I haue a nose on my face, I smell the knauery of the game. Why what's the matter? who has lost? Mary that haue I, by the hiltes of my sword, I haue lost forty crowns, in as small time almost, as while a man might tell it. Change your Game for dice, We are a full number for Nouum. With all my heart, where's M. Ambush the Broaker Ninni-hammer? Sir. Go to M. Ambush, and bid him send me twenty marks vpon this Diamond. I will sir. Looke you (to make vs the merrier) who comes here. A fresh Gamster, M. Bubble, God saue you. Tu quoque sir. God saue you Maister Bubble. Tu quoque. Saue you sir. Et tu quoque. Good maister Bubleb Et tu quoque. Is your name Master Bubble? Maister Bubble is my name, sir. God saue you sir.