Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 22 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
This be the place then, and prepare you sir, You shall have fair play for your life of me, For look sir, I'll be open breasted to you. Shame light on him that thinks his safety lieth in a French doublet. Nay I would strip myself, would comeliness Give sufferance to the deed, and fight with thee, As naked as a Mauritanian Moore. Give me thy hand, by my heart I love thee, Thou art the highest spirited Citizen, That ever Guildhall took notice of. Talk not what I am, until you have tried me. Come on sir. Now sir, your life is mine. Why then take it, for I'll not beg it of thee. Nobly resolved, I love thee for those words, Here take thy arms again, and if thy malice Have spent itself like mine, then let us part More friendly than we met at first encounter. Sir, I accept this gift of you, but not your friendship, Until I shall recover't with my honour. Will you fight again then? Yes. Faith thou dost well then, justly to whip my folly. But come sir. Hold, you're hurt I take it. Hurt! where? 'zounds I feel it not. You bleed I am sure. 'sblood, I think you wear a cats claw upon your rapier's point, I am scratched indeed, but small as 'tis, I must have blood for blood. You're bent to kill I see. No by my hopes, if I can scape that sin, And keep my good name, I'll never offer't. Well sir, your worst. We both bleed now I take it, And if the motion may be equal thought, To part with clasped hands: I shall first subscribe. It were unmanliness in me to refuse The safety of us both, my hand shall never fall From such a charitable motion. Then join we both, and here our malice ends, Though foes we came toth' field, we'll depart friends. Come, come, follow me knave, follow me, I have the best nose i'th' house, I think, either we shall have rainy weather, or the vaults unstopped: sirrah, go see, I would not have my guess smell out any such inconvenience: Do you hear sirrah Simon? Sir. Bid the Kitchenmaid scour the sink, and make clean her backside, for the wind lies just upon't. I will sir. And bid Anthonie put on his white fustian doublet, for he must wait today: It doth me so much good to stir and talk, to place this, and displace that, that I shall need no Apothecaries prescriptions, I have sent my daughter this morning as far as Pimliko to fetch a draft of Derby ale, that it may fetch a colour in her cheeks, the puling harlotry looks so pale, and it is all for want of a man, for so their mother would say, God rest her soul, before she died. Sir, the Gentlemen are come already. How knave, the Gentlemen!
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This be the place then, and prepare you sir, You shall haue faire play for your life of me, For looke sir, I'le be open breasted to you. Shame light on him that thinkes his safety lieth in a French doublet. Nay I would strippe my selfe, would comelinesse Giue sufferance to the deed, and fight with thee, As naked as a Mauritanian Moore. Giue me thy hand, by my heart I loue thee, Thou art the highest spirited Cittizen, That euer Guild-hall tooke notice of. Talke not what I am, vntill you haue tried me. Come on sir. Now sir, your life is mine. Why then take it, for I'le not begge it of thee. Nobly resolu'd, I loue thee for those words, Heere take thy armes againe, and if thy malice Haue spent it selfe like mine, then let vs part More friendly then we met at first incounter. Sir, I accept this gift of you, but not your friendship, Vntill I shall recouer't with my honour. Will you fight againe then? Yes. Faith thou dost well then, iustly to whip my folly. But come sir. Hold, y'are hurt I take it. Hurt! where? zownds I feele it not. You bleed I am sure. Sblood, I thinke you weare a cattes claw vpon your Rapiers point, I am scratcht indeed, but small as 'tis, I must haue blood for blood. Y'are bent to kill I see. No by my hopes, if I can seape that sinne, And keepe my good name, I'le neuer offer't. Well sir, your worst. We both bleed now I take it, And if the motion may be equall thought, To part with clasp'd hands: I shall first subscribe. It were vnmanlinesse in me to refuse The safety of vs both, my hand shall neuer fall From such a charitable motion. Then ioyne we both, and heere our malice ends, Tho foes we came to'h field, wee'l depart frends. Come, come, follow me knaue, follow me, I haue the best nose 'ith house, I thinke, either wee shall haue rainie weather, or the vaults vnstop'd: sirra, goe see, I would not haue my guesse smell out any such inconuenience: Doe you heare sirra Symon? Sir. Bid the Kitchin-maide skowre the sincke, and make cleane her backe-side, for the wind lies iust vpon't. I will sir. And bid Anthonie put on his white fustian doublet, for hee must wait to day: It doth mee so much good to stirre and talke, to place this, and displace that, that I shall neede no Apothecaries prescriptions, I haue sent my daughter this morning as farre as Pimliko to fetch a draught of Darby ale, that it may fetch a colour in her cheekes, the puling harlotrie looks so pale, and it is all for want of a man, for so their mother would say, God rest her soule, before she died. Sir, the Gentlemen are come already. How knaue, the Gentlemen!