Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 28 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.87 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
Why you Impudent Rogue, do you come to me for Money? Or do I know you? what acquaintance pray, Hath ever passed betwixt yourself and me? Zounds do you mock us, to bring us to these women that do not know you? Yes in good Sooth, (Officers I take't you're) he's a mere stranger here: only in charity, Sometimes we have relieved him with a meal. This is not earnest in you? Come, I know My guistes and bounty cannot be soon buried: Go prithee fetch forty shillings? Talk not to me (you slave) of forty shillings; For by this light that shines, ask it again, I'll send my Knife of an errand in your Guts: A shameless Rogue to come to me for Money? Is he your Prisoner, Gentlemen? Yes marry is he. Pray carry him then to Prison, let him smart for't, Perhaps 'twill tame the wildness of his youth, And teach him how to lead a better life: He had good counsel here, I can assure you, And if a would a took it. I told him still myself, what would ensue. Furies break loose in me: sergeants, let me go, I'll give you all I have, to purchase freedom but for a lightning while, to tear yond Whore. bawd, Pander; and in them, the Devil: for there's his Hell, his habitation; nor has he any other local place. No sir, we'll take no Bribes. Honest sergeant, give me leave to unlade A heart o'ercharged with grief; as I have a soul, I'll not break from you. Thou Strumpet, that wert borne to ruin men, My fame, and fortune: be subject to my Curse, And hear me speak it: Mayst thou in thy youth, Feel the sharp Whip; and in thy Beldame age, The Cart: when thou art grown to be An old Upholster unto Venery, (A Bawd I mean, to live by Featherbeds,) Mayst-thou be driven to sell all thou hast Unto thy Aqua vite Bottle; that's the last A Bawd will part withal; and line so poor, That being turned forth thy house, mayst die at door. Come sir, ha' you done? A little further give me leave, I pray, I have a charitable Prayer to end with. May the French cannibal eat into thy flesh, And pick thy bones so clean, that the report Of thy Calamity, may draw resort Of all the common Sinners in the town, To see thy mangled Carcase: and that then, They may upon't, turn honest; Bawd, say Amen. Out upon him wicked villain, how he blasphemes; He will be damned for turning Heretic. Hang him Bankrupt rascal, let him talk in Prison, The whilst we'll spend his Goods: for I did never Hear, that men took example by each other. Well, if men did rightly consider't, they should find, That Whores and Bawds are profitable members In a Commonwealth: for indeed, though we somewhat Impair their Bodies, yet we do good to their Souls; For I am sure, we still bring them to Repentance.
nodes 1151–1207 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 47 in this edition
Length
506 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.871 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why you Impudent Rogue, do you come to me for Mony? Or do I know you? what acquaintance pray, Hath euer past betwixt your selfe and mee? Zounds do you mocke vs, to bring vs to these women that do not know you? Yes in good Sooth, (Officers I take't you're) Hee's a meere stranger heere: onely in charitie, Sometimes we haue reliued him with a meale. This is not earnest in you? Come, I know My guistes and bountie cannot be soone buried: Goe prethee fetch Fourtie shillings? Talke not to mee (you slaue) of Fourtie shillings; For by this light that shines, aske it againe, Ile send my Knife of an earrand in your Guttes: A shamelesse Roge to come to mee for Money? Is he your Prisoner, Gentlemen? Yes marry is hee. Pray carry him then to Prison, let him smart for't, Perhaps twill tame the wildnesse of his youth, And teach him how to lead a better life: Hee had good counsell heere, I can assure you, And if a would a tooke it. I told him still my selfe, what would insew. Furies breake loose in mee: Sargeants, let me goe, Ile giue you all I haue, to purchase freedome but for a lightning while, to teare yond Whore. Baud, Pander; and in them, the Diuell: for there's his Hell, his habitation; nor has hee any other locall place. No sir, weele take no Bribes. Honest Sargeants, give me leaue to vnlade A heart ore-chargd with griefe; as I haue a soule, Ile not breake from you. Thou Strumpet, that wert borne to ruine men, My fame, and fortune: be subiect to my Cursse, And heare mee speake it: Mayst thou in thy youth, Feele the sharpe Whippe; and in thy Beldame age, The Cart: when thou art growne to bee An old Vpholster vnto Venerie, (A Bawd I meane, to liue by Fether-beds,) Mayst-thou be driven to sell all thou hast Vnto thy Aqua vite Bottle; that's the last A Bawd will part withall; and line so poore, That being turnd forth thy house, mayst die at doore. Come sir, ha you done? A little further giue mee leaue, I pray, I haue a charitable Prayer to end with. May the French Canniball eate into thy flesh, And picke thy bones so cleane, that the report Of thy Calamitie, may draw resort Of all the common Sinners in the towne, To see thy mangled Carcasse: and that then, They may vpon't, turne honest; Bawd, say Amen. Out vpon him wicked villaine, how he blspheames; Hee will be damn'd for turning Heretique. Hang him Banquerout rascall, let him talke in Prison, The whilst weele spend his Goods: for I did neuer Heare, that men tooke example by each other. Well, if men did rightly consider't, they should find, That Whores and Bawdes are profitable members In a Common-wealth: for indeed, tho wee somewhat Impaire their Bodyes, yet wee doe good to their Soules; For I am sure, wee still bring them to Repentance.